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Because I'm Not Especially Fond Of Lemons. 2006-11-10 05:50:54 The first night in the dorm my freshman year of college, the Resident Assistants had everyone on my floor meet for a get-to-know-you session. We all sat in a circle and played a simple name game. The first person had to say their name along with a descriptive word that began with the same letter of their name. For example: Caring Cara - you know, because Cara is caring. Or Cara Crayons - because Cara likes to color with crayons. The next person had to repeat that information and then add their own name and descriptive word. It went on and on until everyone in the circle had a turn.
I remember sitting there, trying to pay attention to the names so I wouldn’t mess up when my turn came, all the while searching for a brilliant and memorable word to attach to my name. When my turn finally arrived, I recited the list of names perfectly.
“Smiling Sarah…Gregarious Gretchen…Karen Kahlua…and I’m….”
I struggled for a word. My mind raced
Evolution Of A Blogroll 2006-11-11 02:01:16 If you look to the left and then scroll down…little more….little more…okay stop. Go back up some. There. My blogroll. It’s been updated. My former “Blogs I Read” section has been revised to read “Significant Others” and I’ve made a few changes.
Since I began blogging back in August, I’ve been contemplating my blogroll. At first, I thought I’d just list the blogs I read everyday. This simple version of the blogroll worked well because it allowed me to share with my readers-to-be the writers I enjoy and recommend. It was also a great navigation tool for me. And it felt a little more genuine than just linking blogs willy nilly, without really reading them on a regular basis.
As I visited blogs and actually began to attract visitors to mine, I realized the “Blogs I Read” category just wasn’t cutting the mustard. I was reading a lot of blogs, for different reasons. I wanted to keep them all in Read more:Blogroll
, Evolution
Two Big Assets To My Blog 2006-11-13 20:04:49 This is my 100th post, a milestone that invites reflection on the history of this blog. Rather than offer you a “Best of” entry that recaps what you’ve already read, I thought I’d offer some information about my visitors.
I’d spent some time researching what drives a visitor to my blog. Why do they visit? What are they looking for? The answer was clear. The answer is boobs.
Well, maybe these visitors aren’t getting their fill of boobs here, but boobs are the undeniable gateway through which an overwhelming amount of visitors have passed. Admittedly, boobs are great, but I think I underestimated the draw of boobs, particularly boobs that belong to a Mommy.
Here are a few of the top search phrases that led visitors to my blog:
mommy’s boobs blog
mommy’s got boobs
mommy has boobs
mommy’s boobs
mommy’s boobs song
Apparently, the interest in Mommy’s boobs is so great, there’s a song about them. Oh, wait. Read more:Assets
Operation BuzzKill 2006-11-15 05:49:41 I think Dave was a frog in a past life. He is terribly uneasy and distracted whenever a fly is around.
I think his issues stem from an incident where a bird had flown into our chimney and died while I was in the hospital having Julia. About 3 days in to my 5 day hospital stay, he went home to grab a shower and was met with the unpleasant stench of our dead feathered friend. When he set out to investigate the source of the odor, he was overcome by a swarm of flies after opening the fireplace flue. Since then, he is unwilling to endure the existence of flies and has enacted a plan to systematically decimate them.
His accuracy of capture is uncanny. (Think Mr. Miyagi in the Karate Kid.) He'll stay very still, tracking them with his eyes until CLAP! They fall dead to the ground, destroyed by the crushing force of his intolerant hands.
The other night, he was in the bedroom getting dressed for work when he noticed a fly rocketing around near the ceiling. He cued the song Read more:Operation
Pure 2006-11-17 05:36:17 Julia and I love to twirl to the song “Pure” by The Lightning Seeds.
(Listen to it here. Buy it here.)
We giggle and turn round and round to the twittering synth sounds and euphonious melody. I scoop her up and hug her tight as we continue to spin. She wraps her legs around my waist, leans back, holds her arms out and closes her eyes, smiling without worry or fear. She clutches my arms and begins to laugh. By the end of the song we’re not spinning as much as we’re rocking, and her head is on my chest, her arms are stretched around me and her little hands are patting me to the beat of the song.
“Pure” has long been one of my favorite songs, but now, it’s more than a tune I like. It’s a song that’s meaningful to me because of Julia. It embodies the rapturousness that comes from spinning or knowing my daughter.
My little girl, who sparkles and shines…and knew that asking Mommy to spin with her would be the first
Once Again, It's Boobs 2006-11-20 05:57:25 We had company at our house this weekend. When our guests arrived, Julia greeted them cheerfully.
“Hi guys!”
She put her hand on my shoulder and said, “This mom.”
Then she put her hand on my breast, “And this milk!”
All eyes quickly moved to my chest and the little hand resting upon it. I shifted my weight uncomfortably in my seat as the notion that Julia, a 2-year old, was still breastfeeding dawned upon the childless group.
Other mothers had warned me that, regardless of the facts, the act of allowing my child, who was old enough to walk and talk, to drink milk from my breasts was disgusting and perverted behavior that was abhorrent to social rules. How could I sacrifice the comfort of strangers for the health and well-being of my child? Look at what happens if you do.
I glanced at Julia and she was beaming with pride. Apparently she believes, my “milks” are so grand, they deserve their own introduction.
And why not? Read more:Again
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I Am The Buckeye Queen! 2006-11-21 14:14:37 Since Buckeye
Season began, I’ve been churning out my sinfully delicious, chocolicious, fluffy peanut buttery goodies. Even though the requests keep rolling in, I am completely insecure. As sad as it sounds, a few well-timed insults from a few key people in my life pretty much shattered my confidence in any of my domestic abilities. Now, I’m often afraid the tide will turn and I’ll fall out of favor with my Buckeye-loving peeps. Everytime I send Dave off to work with deliveries, I’m nervous until he can tell me they were well-received.
Today, when Dave arrived home, he ran up to the play room where I was giving Julia a pony ride to give me my feedback.
“Well, all the Buckeyes are delivered. That’s it until after Thanksgiving,” Dave said.
“Uh huh,” I grunted. Julia was laughing wildly, bouncing up and down on my back while I inched around the room on my hands and knees.
“Yeah. I have a few more requests for Christ Read more:Queen
Evidence Of My Addiction 2006-11-26 21:33:06 A few days ago I asked Julia if I could take her picture. She agreed and I asked her to pose for me. This is what I got.
I had asked her to smile and she said, “No, Mom. I look like this.”
Then, she told me to wait while she ran and grabbed her stuffed bunny and posed. Again, I asked her to smile, but she replied with “I look like this.” So, I took the picture.
I think this may be proof that I’ve been watching a little too much of America’s Next Top Model. What can I say? It’s an addiction. Some people slip outside to get a puff of a cigarette. Other’s hide in the pantry while they snarf down a package of Oreo cookies. I flip on the television and watch America’s Next Top Model.
Oh, and if you didn’t click on the linked-up text up there, you should. It will take you to a great post on my husband’s brand new blog. You should check it out. He’s brilliant and funny and the new blog you should be reading Read more:Evidence
Rigging Up The Lights 2006-11-28 05:41:40 Well, if Dave and I didn’t convince the neighbors that we’re complete idiots on Halloween, I’m confident we’ve done it now.
Yesterday, we set out to put our outdoor Christmas lights up.
It went about as well for us as it did for that guy in the The 12 Pains of Christmas song.
I was optimistic when we started. The boxes of Christmas decorations were clearly labeled and easy to access in our new outbuilding. I had tested the Christmas lights, separated each strand and packed them carefully for our move just two months ago, so I had every reason to believe that they would work.
I was wrong.
Despite my best packing efforts, I opened the light box to discover a ball of tangled cord confusion. We worked tirelessly to unravel it, spreading each cord out onto the front lawn in order to avoid a recurrence of the magical cord melding phenomenon that took place since we packed them. Then, we began testing the lights.
We thought the white lights would look best, so we Read more:Lights
, Rigging
Sick Day 2006-11-29 04:16:45 Please excuse Mommy from work today. She is sick.
Well, Julia was sick first. It struck last night, out of the blue. One moment she was dancing happily with her little ballerina cow and the next she was throwing up.
Isn’t it amazing how sickness strikes children without warning?
I got sick one day at school in the 5th grade. It hit me suddenly in class, so I walked up to the teacher, Mr. Chapman, and asked if I could go to the nurse. He looked at me and said, “You’re not sick. You were just talking and laughing with your friends. Go back and sit down. School is almost over.”
Then, I puked. On Mr. Chapman’s shoes. I told him I was sick.
Anyway, Julia suddenly got sick. It was her first time vomiting and, therefore, my first experience in being the adult responsible for cleaning up vomit. Not just once, but for the next 8 hours. The 8 hours during which we normally sleep, but did not sleep. She puked. I cleaned. In between those events, Read more:Sick Day
Yuck. 2006-12-01 05:48:06 Today was not my greatest day.
While Julia has made a speedy and full recovery from her sickness, I have not. I spent the morning throwing up and the afternoon trying to rest. Julia was a very good girl and camped out in bed with me, reading books, doing puzzles and watching way too much television.
Since I’ve been sick, I am behind on everything. The laundry has piled up, the house is a wreck, and I’m not finished with the site updates for My Mommy’s Place that I would normally roll out tomorrow. I have so much to do, but very little time and even less energy. It’s frustrating!
On top of all this, I’m a little bummed because Greg has quit The Wiggles.
Apparently he isn’t well, which is sad. We see his face or hear his voice more than we see most of our family. From DVD’s and CD’s to books and toys, he’s all through our home. It’s hard to imagine The Wiggles without him.
Oh well. At least we’ve still got Ben.
Julia's Countdown To Christmas 2006-12-01 19:53:38 Let’s countdown to Christmas
.
We’ll make it a game.
You’ll need to match letters
that look just the same.
You’ll find a letter
in every stocking you see,
and a sack full of presents
wrapped carefully.
There’s a letter on each present,
and here comes the fun:
when it matches your stocking,
you can open that one!
There are 24 stockings.
Take one down each day.
When the stockings are gone,
it’s Christmas. Hooray!
I’m really excited to do this countdown with Julia
! Each day, we will count the stockings to determine how many days are left until Christmas. Julia was able to count them all (to 24! which is awesome), today. She took down her first stocking that contained the rhyme above and the letter ‘A.’ She matched it up with a present - a Christmas shirt.
The Santa hat didn’t last long.
There’s a lot of fun in store, so be sure to come by each day in December for Julia’s Countdown
To Christmas!
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"Come As You Are" Blog Party 2006-12-02 01:52:29 Yay! I’ve been tagged! (It’s my first time.)
Amanda has invited me to join the “Come As You Are” blog party.
Here are the instructions:
Take a photo of yourself… RIGHT NOW… and post it on your blog. Then invite/tag the next 4 bloggers that you want to see "as is.”
Then tell us WHY you look that way (in your photo), and say something about the person that "tagged' you with this Meme.
So, first let me tell you about Amanda! She’s a beautiful and successful work-at-home mom to two adorable and precocious boys. She owns several mom-related websites, including Contests for Moms (where I always post contests for My Mommy’s Place.com). Her blog is one of the first I ever read; she inspired me to start my own!
And, I’m tagging…
Ruth
Dana
CJ
Kelley
Now, the picture. Ummm…so, how small can this picture be? Is a thumbnail alright? What’s smaller than a thumbnail?
Okay. No more stalling. This is me, ju Read more:Party
Don't Push Me "Cause I'm Close To The Edge 2006-12-04 05:41:26 My parents invited Dave, Julia and me out to dinner at Roadhouse, one of our favorite restaurants, on Saturday evening. We hadn’t been out to eat in a while, so we were pretty excited. Dave and I discussed menu options and our intense love for steak in the car on the way to meet my parents. By the time we pulled into the parking lot, we were salivating like Pavlov’s dogs. The aroma from the restaurant pulled us from our vehicle and lured us inside. We couldn’t wait to eat.
Julia had slept on the way and woke up a little cranky. I was actually thankful for the twenty minutes the hostess told us we’d have to wait for our table because it would give Julia the chance to wake up and get happy, so we’d be able to enjoy our meal. I bounced her on my hip and pointed out the Christmas decorations while we waited. She squirmed and whined. The second her whine became a cry, my Mom swooped her out of my arms and carried her off for some heavy duty cajoling, Read more:Cause
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