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Overheard At The Party 2007-06-04 19:24:00 Mommy: Poo, what are you doing?
The Poo: (dipping her fingers in a glass of ice and water, and spreading it on her arms) I'm doin' this!
Mommy: Why are you doing that?
The Poo: It's refreshing!
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Thank you to Amy over at Binkytown, who was kind enough to award me a May Perfect Post Award. Amy, I think you are perfect, too! Read more:Party
When It Rains ... 2007-06-08 11:00:00 I can't breath in here. This house is destroyed. There is crap everywhere.
The Poo's bucket of ribbons is up-ended on the floor, trailing fabric scraps. There are two sets of blocks dumped out.
The craft jar, left out when the babysitter helped the girl make daddy a get-well card, is still sitting on her play table.
The kitchen is cluttered with pancake-making. There is water all over the
Mani-Pedi 2007-06-07 07:50:00 I am a reluctant visitor to my husband's grandparents' house. It makes me sound like a bitch, but their house is almost impossible for us to negotiate.
As The Poo grows and they age (both are in their late 80s), the size and state of the small brick ranch becomes more and more of a problem.
There is nowhere for us to sleep as it stands - I bunk in a twin bed with a "new" (read: 30-year-old)
The Luck Of The Polish 2007-06-06 17:07:00 Mr. Chicken sprained his ankle yesterday during a nasty tumble down the basement stairs.
He was carrying a shop-vac back into the cellar, a shop-vac purchased for the express purpose of sucking up a huge pile of glass from our front porch. While we were in Cleveland, a prairie wind gust knocked over a heavy metal glider, which in turn smashed through a glass table.
He was completely silent Read more:Polish
Lather, Rinse, Repeat 2007-06-11 17:26:00 The days are starting to run together. Sleep, eat, empty the dishwasher, play 8 million games of "Eat It Or Wear It" on noggin.com.
I am restless. I want more writing work, and I can't find it. I know I have the chops, but I can't figure out how people are getting these awesome jobs.
Not for nothing, but I've been posting on this damn blog pretty much daily since November. Where is my big Read more:Rinse
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Stop, Thief! 2007-06-10 11:15:00 I'm innocently looking at my sister's latest Flickr photos, and what do I see? I see this picture:
This is a photograph of my nephew, making mud pies, IN THE POO'S SHIRT!
My mother-in-law gave this T to The Poo last summer, and there was some reason we lent it to Teddy. I can't remember why. But clearly, my sticky-fingered sibling decided she didn't need to return it. She, a doctor's wife, Read more:Thief
Do You Want To Know A Secret? 2007-06-09 11:37:00 Just before I go to sleep, I check the clock by my bedside, calculating the hours of sleep I'll be able to get before The Poo wakes up and needs me.
Right on schedule, I hear her bleat my name at 2:30 A.M.
"Mommy! Mommy! I want you! Get me!" she cries.
I go to her. Some nights I am too stiff, too weary to lay on her floor for the time it takes her - sometimes minutes, sometimes an hour -
Excuse Me While I Judge You 2007-06-15 00:36:00 An unexpected knock on my door Wednesday morning at 10:30 AM made me jump out of my seat.
I opened the door and there was as glorious a sight as one can ever behold - my golden-haired, extremely capable, seemingly tireless, currently unemployed babysitter.
Or, as we like to call her, Julia.
I asked Julia to sit this week, but I thought I said Thursday. She thought Wednesday. I wasn't about Read more:Excuse
, Judge
Sanitized 2007-06-13 14:23:00 Slouching Mom recently wrote about this topic. I had this in my docket then, and I publish it now because I think it can't be said enough.
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My hometown of Rochester, NY is by no means a big city.
Nonetheless, it is a fading Northeast burg whose fortunes are, in many aspects, on the downturn. It suffers a host of urban problems, from crime to poverty to brain-drain.
I can't
Cynic-In-Training 2007-06-13 09:10:00 The Poo was hiding behind my bedroom curtains, wild and half-naked before her bath, when the following conversation ensued:
The Poo: I don't care! I don't care! I! Don't! Care!
Mommy: Goodness, Poo! What don't you care about?
The Poo: LOVE!
Ah, shades of myself at age 16, writing furiously in my journal while listening to The Smiths. I have so much to look forward to!
She's going to make a Read more:Training
Envy Through The Decades 2007-06-12 07:37:00 Anonymous, this one's for you.
To the rest of you who left me such lovely and encouraging comments yesterday, thank you. I'm going to be very busy throwing my hat into any ring I can find. And Heather! A novel! Incredible!
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1987: - Your car.- Your hair.
- Your clothes.
- Your boobs.
- Your grades.
- Your boyfriend.
- Your curfew.
- Your cool parents.
- Your friends.
- Your effortless Read more:Decades
Baby Donkey 2007-06-12 06:00:00 The Poo learned to use the computer this weekend, and she's obsessed with it now.
When she wakes at the crack o' dawn, she immediately asks for her "Pinky game" on noggin.com. This morning at 5:50 AM when she started doing her 'puter jig, I told her to go play by herself so I could get some more shut-eye.
When we came upstairs just a few minutes ago to get ready for the day, I found this up on Read more:Donkey
Trolling For Treasure 2007-06-18 08:29:00 When we moved to the Midwest, Mr. Chicken made me promise we wouldn't buy anymore "old shit."
Rare books. Art Deco furniture. Mid-century pottery. Vintage sheet music. Old instruments. Bakelite and celluloid jewelry. We have a basement full of this kind of stuff.
It doesn't help that we spend summers on Cape Cod, perhaps the epicenter for New England antiquing. You can't go five feet Read more:Trolling
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On Father's Day 2007-06-17 11:29:00 When the Buffalo Bills went to the Superbowl (the first time, oy!), my dad went out and bought what was then a state-of-the-art, enormous television.
He wanted to see his beloved team in all its glory.
This TV must've cost a fortune. I was away at school, so I wasn't there to see the price tag. But I recall the awe in my mother's voice when she reported this development to me over the phone. Read more:Father
Never In A Million Years 2007-06-16 12:52:00 This morning - and not for the first time - I held down a screaming, flailing Poo while her father plucked from her nose the most disgusting, enormous booger in all of Christendom.
He had to use my tweezers.
This is the kind of booger you could auction off on eBay. I'm not kidding. In fact, I may try to sell it to Chambana as a tourist attraction.
Never, not ever did I think I would spend an Read more:Years
, Million Years
Eulogy 2007-06-15 12:29:00 Kate lost her baby boy today, her poor Liam.
Please go see her and leave your love there with them as they try to cope.
I don't know what else to say, except that this stranger wishes she could help in some way. Read more:Eulogy
Persona 2007-06-21 20:59:00 Do you know me?
If you read deep enough into my archives, you can find my name, and those of my spouse and child. I've shared my photograph with you, but deliberately chose those that don't really resemble my true visage.
I call myself Mrs. Chicken.
Would you know me if you bumped into me on the streets of Champaign-Urbana?
Probably not. And I prefer it that way.
Don't
Decade 2007-06-21 08:03:00 We watched AFI's "100 Years, 100 Movies" last night, and host Morgan Freeman explained why the institute was repeating its famous poll of moviemakers 10 years after the original special aired.
It's been a decade, he reminded us. A lot has happened in the past 10 years.
My breath caught in my chest. I was 25, just on the cusp of meeting Mr. Chicken. My parents had just moved out of my childhood
Working Girl 2007-06-20 06:59:00 Going back to work after The Poo was born was very, very hard. I left her in the care of my mother; nonetheless, the pain of that first real physical separation was tremendous. Coming right on the heels of my dad’s death, it nearly broke me. It took me almost an hour to say goodbye, and when I finally fled I was barely able to drive, blinded by my tears. That cubicle never looked so bleak or so
Welcome To My Underpants 2007-06-19 06:00:00 I'm a big fan of the cotton underpant.
I like the bikini kind, with cute little designs on them, like the days of the week or cheeky prints featuring ducks or frogs, or just plain white.
Basically, I like to wear the panties of a four-year-old.
I realized this when I cleaned out my underwear drawer recently. It was like an archeological excavation:
The white thong purchased for my wedding Read more:Welcome
, Underpants
One Of Those Days 2007-06-18 19:12:00 We had a hard time here at Casa Chicken today. The Grumpies not only made an appearance, but set up shop.
There was much fussing, fighting and fretting. There was tossing of cracker fish and dancing on them gleefully. There was asking for particular items and then screeching and wailing when said items were provided. There was hitting and spitting of food.
There were many time-outs.
Then daddy
How Is That Fair? 2007-06-25 09:26:00 My weight-loss efforts have slowed recently - oh, shit, let's be honest. I'm eating like crazy and I haven't lost a pound since April.
Granted, I did manage to slough off 10 pounds. Which, for someone who's never had to diet or exercise in her life, is no small feat. But something about the summer months makes me ravenous.
Could it be that I can smell barbecue wafting into my yard from my
You Know It's True 2007-06-24 16:06:00 Is there anything better than sitting on the couch on a Sunday afternoon, feeling smug because you've exercised for 30 minutes and the kid is napping (!), and watching a Kellie Martin movie on Lifetime?
I mean, dude, in this one she's in a mental institution. But the best one is the one where she is the kid on the milk carton and gets returned to her real family, and decides she likes the
Why? 2007-06-23 23:16:00 I can't take any more of this, this kind of news.
I read what her son said to the police and a piece of my heart broke off and floated away. Then I read about the man accused of shooting his wife and children while they sat in their SUV.
This world is no place for children. We maim and kill them in Iraq and Afghanistan. We let them starve in our neighborhoods. We allow them to watch their
Role Reversal 2007-06-23 00:00:00 The thunder came first, deep growling sounds coming from the south.
I moved in the dark hallway, navigating to the bathroom, flashes of lightening disorienting me.
Sheets of rain and wind created a cacophony of unsettling sounds. Gusts hit the side of the house, shaking the walls. The satellite service went out, leaving me uninformed of the weather.
Was it just a storm? Was a tornado on Read more:Reversal
Hmpf! 2007-06-29 01:06:00 Much of The Poo's repertoire of gestures and phrases is easily attributed to either myself or her daddy.
I can see our unintentional influence when she kisses her Bunsie, tucks her baby doll into its cradle, or chats with other kids at the library or playgroup.
But this week, she acquired an affectation that has no discernible roots in her parents.
The first time it made an appearance, she
No Pity, Please 2007-06-28 10:00:00 Cancer sucks.
Insidious and silent, it creeps up on those we love and literally tries to suck the life out of them. The bad cells multiply gleefully, crowding out the good cells until the body can't function anymore.
There are plenty of malicious adjectives you can employ when describing this disease in all its various forms.
But for me, "sucks" is the most accurate. A succubus, indeed. Read more:Please
Just Call Me Yossarian 2007-06-27 07:55:00 On Sunday, the Chicken family is leaving for a month-long trip through Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York and Massachusetts. There will be planes - no trains - and automobiles.
We will drive at least 1,500 miles, probably more. We will spend umpteen hours in the car. I have yet to finish the laundry, I haven't made a single list, and my MIL is here this week.
How do you pack two
Calling All Guest Bloggers! 2007-06-25 16:03:00 I'm plunging into the abyss my month-long summer odyssey starting Sunday, and so poor old Chicken and Cheese is going to be rather neglected.
We're going back to my husband's grandparents house and so I won't have access to the internets for, like, forever six days.
Is there anyone out there who might like to keep my nest warm while I'm gone? I'm looking for three or four guests posts for the Read more:Calling
, Guest
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