Seriously...
Current mood: annoyed
Category: Life
saturday, june 16, 2007
Still Prego
Stalling out is a real bitch...and I had such high hopes for this weekend.
If I show up for work Monday, somebody shoot me, okay?
Currently listening:
Hey! Ho! Let's Go: The Anthology
By The Ramones
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
still prego...
STILL prego...
Current mood: lonely
Category: Life
tuesday, june 5, 2007
37.5 weeks down
2.5 weeks (ish) to go
STILL prego
STILL can't see my feet when vertical
STILL have a slight waddle when i try to run
STILL can't carry my kids around
STILL can't reach the top cabinet shelves in the kitchen w/o bumping
the belly on the edge of the counter
STILL don't think i'm ready to be a mom of THREE
how did that happen? am i truly an adult?
i still laugh out loud at my kids' Saturday Morning Cartoons
i would have cereal three meals a day if it didn't use up all the milk in the house
i still get as big a kick out of running around barefoot and blowing bubbles
on a nice day as my two-year-old son
Shouldn't an adult have a stronger grip on
her daily sanity levels,
her housekeeping skills,
her ability to walk/chew gum/shuffle songs on her ipod all at once?
Currently reading/watching/listening/playing:
Best of Wonder Years
Current mood: lonely
Category: Life
tuesday, june 5, 2007
37.5 weeks down
2.5 weeks (ish) to go
STILL prego
STILL can't see my feet when vertical
STILL have a slight waddle when i try to run
STILL can't carry my kids around
STILL can't reach the top cabinet shelves in the kitchen w/o bumping
the belly on the edge of the counter
STILL don't think i'm ready to be a mom of THREE
how did that happen? am i truly an adult?
i still laugh out loud at my kids' Saturday Morning Cartoons
i would have cereal three meals a day if it didn't use up all the milk in the house
i still get as big a kick out of running around barefoot and blowing bubbles
on a nice day as my two-year-old son
Shouldn't an adult have a stronger grip on
her daily sanity levels,
her housekeeping skills,
her ability to walk/chew gum/shuffle songs on her ipod all at once?
Currently reading/watching/listening/playing:
Best of Wonder Years
Sunday, May 20, 2007
me time...
me time...
Current mood: peaceful
Category: Life
sunday, may 20, 2007
footloose and fancy free for an afternoon and what do i decide to do?
(1) catch some sun in the backyard and read a ridiculously silly novel
(note to self - stretched and thin belly skin does tend to scorch slightly easy)
(2) down five water bottles full of half slushy pink lemonade
(3) self-manicure AND pedicure thank-you-very-much.
(thank god for a steady hand)
(4) walk to the grocery for some staples
(milk, oatmeal, corn pops, more pink lemonade, chocolate chips)
(5) 1.5 loads of laundry
(6) one gigantor batch of chocolate chip/cranberry/almond biscotti
(7) plunked down in front of the t.v. fo the ultimate chic-flic marathon on USA
(how to lose a guy in 10 days, blue crush, coyote ugly, sweet home alabama)
thank you. thank you. thank you.
(i've needed this for loooooong time)
Currently listening:
Coyote Ugly (2000 Film)
By Various Artists - Soundtrack
Current mood: peaceful
Category: Life
sunday, may 20, 2007
footloose and fancy free for an afternoon and what do i decide to do?
(1) catch some sun in the backyard and read a ridiculously silly novel
(note to self - stretched and thin belly skin does tend to scorch slightly easy)
(2) down five water bottles full of half slushy pink lemonade
(3) self-manicure AND pedicure thank-you-very-much.
(thank god for a steady hand)
(4) walk to the grocery for some staples
(milk, oatmeal, corn pops, more pink lemonade, chocolate chips)
(5) 1.5 loads of laundry
(6) one gigantor batch of chocolate chip/cranberry/almond biscotti
(7) plunked down in front of the t.v. fo the ultimate chic-flic marathon on USA
(how to lose a guy in 10 days, blue crush, coyote ugly, sweet home alabama)
thank you. thank you. thank you.
(i've needed this for loooooong time)
Currently listening:
Coyote Ugly (2000 Film)
By Various Artists - Soundtrack
Saturday, April 28, 2007
cigarettes and chocolate milk...
cigarettes and chocolate milk...
Current mood: full
Category: Life
saturday, april 28, 2007
what do you get when you let an (almost)two-year-old and a three-year-old pick the dinner menu and help prepare everything?
(a) a completely destroyed kitchen and flour-drenched children
(b) chocolate chip pancakes and banana milkshakes as appetizer, entree and dessert
(c) pajama-clad picnic in the living room
(d) two very wired toddlers
(e) all of the above...
For everyone who chose (e) give yourselves a big, fat pat on the back. You probably either have kids of your own, or are in-fact mostly a very large child yourself still if this menu sounds remotely enticing. (that, or pregnant, which is what i'm using as my excuse for having seconds of everything thisevening)
And, in an effort to fully revel in the hakuna matata of it all (guess what the after-dinner movie was?) i'm saving the dishes for much...much...much later tonight.
Current mood: full
Category: Life
saturday, april 28, 2007
what do you get when you let an (almost)two-year-old and a three-year-old pick the dinner menu and help prepare everything?
(a) a completely destroyed kitchen and flour-drenched children
(b) chocolate chip pancakes and banana milkshakes as appetizer, entree and dessert
(c) pajama-clad picnic in the living room
(d) two very wired toddlers
(e) all of the above...
For everyone who chose (e) give yourselves a big, fat pat on the back. You probably either have kids of your own, or are in-fact mostly a very large child yourself still if this menu sounds remotely enticing. (that, or pregnant, which is what i'm using as my excuse for having seconds of everything thisevening)
And, in an effort to fully revel in the hakuna matata of it all (guess what the after-dinner movie was?) i'm saving the dishes for much...much...much later tonight.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
i'm NOT lovin' it...
i'm NOT lovin' it...
Current mood: nauseated
Category: Life
sunday, april 22, 2007
All right...
Someone please tell me what pompous, masochistic, self-involved ass over at McDonalds developed the latest happy meal toy; which (a) plays one song. over. and over. and over again. at the touch of a button, and (b) loosely resembles the bastard love child of Steve Jobs and Simon Cowell.
I wonder if I can accidentally run over two identical toys at once...
Currently listening:
American Idol Greatest Moments
By Various Artists
Current mood: nauseated
Category: Life
sunday, april 22, 2007
All right...
Someone please tell me what pompous, masochistic, self-involved ass over at McDonalds developed the latest happy meal toy; which (a) plays one song. over. and over. and over again. at the touch of a button, and (b) loosely resembles the bastard love child of Steve Jobs and Simon Cowell.
I wonder if I can accidentally run over two identical toys at once...
Currently listening:
American Idol Greatest Moments
By Various Artists
Thursday, April 19, 2007
a perfect day to dig, don't you think?
a perfect day to dig, don't you think?
Current mood: peaceful
Category: Life
tuesday, april 3, 2007
it's just a pefect day to dig, don't you think, mommy? my newly-turned three-year-old announced after dinner. Not one to often argue with such pristine logic i turned the munchkins loose on my flower beds in back wth pink and blue plastic trowel sets while i attempted to rid the back courtyard of the weeds that pop up between the bricks.
Now officially three and "a big girl now, just like you" isabelle is officially an expert on every subject, as evidenced by her running commentary for 56 straight minutes of gardening maintenance. Her diatribes ran the gamut thisevening from why birds eat worms and bugs (because they live outside and their mommy's prob'ly don't have stoves to make them macaronis and hot dogs, and bugs taste better than rocks) to a detailed explanation of how we were going to get the imaginary baby elephant out of our backyard and back to the zoo (we'd have to build a stairs so he could climb over our fence because he was way to fat to fit through the gates after all those peanuts we fed him earlier). And every third or fourth word was punctuated by a mysteriously little echo emanating from the child-shaped mound of dirt that was sebastian (oh-so-near to turning two) - busy digging tunnels behind my bushes.
She was right - it was a perfect day to dig. From the height of a third-floor window, the backyard looks much more respectable now, even if my nails do not. And, while my back is now screaming at me for spending an hour bent over in the yard, I feel better for having run around barefoot for a while, squishing my toes in the dark, cool dirt that hid under a layer of mulch and leaves all winter. Life is so much simpler through the eyes of my kids. Why is simplicity so hard to keep in mind when shifting about in our daily lives? My toddlers have it nailed - I'm the one who has to keep relearning it.
Currently watching:
The Backyardigans - The Legend of the Volcano Sisters
Current mood: peaceful
Category: Life
tuesday, april 3, 2007
it's just a pefect day to dig, don't you think, mommy? my newly-turned three-year-old announced after dinner. Not one to often argue with such pristine logic i turned the munchkins loose on my flower beds in back wth pink and blue plastic trowel sets while i attempted to rid the back courtyard of the weeds that pop up between the bricks.
Now officially three and "a big girl now, just like you" isabelle is officially an expert on every subject, as evidenced by her running commentary for 56 straight minutes of gardening maintenance. Her diatribes ran the gamut thisevening from why birds eat worms and bugs (because they live outside and their mommy's prob'ly don't have stoves to make them macaronis and hot dogs, and bugs taste better than rocks) to a detailed explanation of how we were going to get the imaginary baby elephant out of our backyard and back to the zoo (we'd have to build a stairs so he could climb over our fence because he was way to fat to fit through the gates after all those peanuts we fed him earlier). And every third or fourth word was punctuated by a mysteriously little echo emanating from the child-shaped mound of dirt that was sebastian (oh-so-near to turning two) - busy digging tunnels behind my bushes.
She was right - it was a perfect day to dig. From the height of a third-floor window, the backyard looks much more respectable now, even if my nails do not. And, while my back is now screaming at me for spending an hour bent over in the yard, I feel better for having run around barefoot for a while, squishing my toes in the dark, cool dirt that hid under a layer of mulch and leaves all winter. Life is so much simpler through the eyes of my kids. Why is simplicity so hard to keep in mind when shifting about in our daily lives? My toddlers have it nailed - I'm the one who has to keep relearning it.
Currently watching:
The Backyardigans - The Legend of the Volcano Sisters
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
pain
pain
Current mood: sore
Category: Life
sunday, march 18, 2007
You know, i've most often heard that your sense of smell, more than any of the other five, draws the most direct connections from memory. After today, i wonder if touch, specifically the feeling of pain, might not be a more apt list-topper.
over the course of today i've collected an odd assortment of bumps and bruises (stubbed toes, bruised hips, large robins-egg sized knot on the back of my head, the list goes on but is no more exciting than the sum of its parts) and i blame my ridiculous level of klutz-iness today on my pregnancy because it is easiest to do so.
But as i sat, crosslegged and dazed on the bathmat of our second floor bathroom, two mini-mes hovering anxiously, nursing a burgeoning bruise, i was snapped back to a handful of injuries i'd had as a child: Flying off the red plastic saucer sled we'd just so painstakingly waxed up - headfirst into a tree...a myriad of tumbles from standing on fencetops and bicycle seats and monkeybars... Falling from one of the upper branches of my favorite climbing tree, just behind the swingset (we had on of the metal ones with the hard plastic swing seats suspended from un-plastic-coated metal chains - i wonder if they make those any more?)
Those few glimpses were significantly more flashing-back than I'd done in a great while, and it made me miss my sister (in Germany) and my brothers (both off on vacations but due back any day) It made me miss loud households and noisy dinners revolving around ridiculous conversations. It made me miss (gasp!) sharing a bedroom and sneaking around upstairs early mornings on christmas day...polishing the silver before thanksgiving and the smell that used to linger when we'd bonfire the huge piles of leaves and sticks we'd spent a weekend raking and roast marshmallows and hotdogs. It's odd how pain can make you yearn for childhood. Not neccesarily for the inevitable comfort that was never more than an armslength away, but maybe more for the comraderie in knowing that you weren't the only one that hurt.
Currently reading:
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim
By David Sedaris
Current mood: sore
Category: Life
sunday, march 18, 2007
You know, i've most often heard that your sense of smell, more than any of the other five, draws the most direct connections from memory. After today, i wonder if touch, specifically the feeling of pain, might not be a more apt list-topper.
over the course of today i've collected an odd assortment of bumps and bruises (stubbed toes, bruised hips, large robins-egg sized knot on the back of my head, the list goes on but is no more exciting than the sum of its parts) and i blame my ridiculous level of klutz-iness today on my pregnancy because it is easiest to do so.
But as i sat, crosslegged and dazed on the bathmat of our second floor bathroom, two mini-mes hovering anxiously, nursing a burgeoning bruise, i was snapped back to a handful of injuries i'd had as a child: Flying off the red plastic saucer sled we'd just so painstakingly waxed up - headfirst into a tree...a myriad of tumbles from standing on fencetops and bicycle seats and monkeybars... Falling from one of the upper branches of my favorite climbing tree, just behind the swingset (we had on of the metal ones with the hard plastic swing seats suspended from un-plastic-coated metal chains - i wonder if they make those any more?)
Those few glimpses were significantly more flashing-back than I'd done in a great while, and it made me miss my sister (in Germany) and my brothers (both off on vacations but due back any day) It made me miss loud households and noisy dinners revolving around ridiculous conversations. It made me miss (gasp!) sharing a bedroom and sneaking around upstairs early mornings on christmas day...polishing the silver before thanksgiving and the smell that used to linger when we'd bonfire the huge piles of leaves and sticks we'd spent a weekend raking and roast marshmallows and hotdogs. It's odd how pain can make you yearn for childhood. Not neccesarily for the inevitable comfort that was never more than an armslength away, but maybe more for the comraderie in knowing that you weren't the only one that hurt.
Currently reading:
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim
By David Sedaris
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