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This is my daughter Julia sitting in front of the fireplace we are dreaming of lighting.
When we bought our house a couple months ago, the seller informed us that the brand new propane fireplace was ready to go. All we had to do was hook up the propane.  It sounded easy enough. So, yesterday we went to Lowe’s and bought a propane tank, an adapter kit and got excited about having a warm fire at the end of the day. But, it wasn’t so easy.Â
After hooking it all up, we found there was a leak at the piece that created a join between the propane tank and the hose. We worked for hours trying to resolve it, but were only successful in stripping the tank’s nozzle along with our last bit of sanity. By that time, we were too invested to give up. It had become a quest for fire. We went back to Lowe’s, with the propane tank and the wacky piece in tow. We exchang Read more:Dreaming
The Hair Is Mightier Than The Sword 2006-10-19 06:15:16 Julia had to sit in the time out chair today. After she served her full two minute sentence, I knelt down in front of her and said, “Julia, do you understand why Mommy put you in time out?”
“Yeah. I hurta Sam and slama door.”
“Yes. You were too rough with Sam. Then you ran from Mommy and slammed the door.”
“Yeah.”
“Julia, you need to be very careful with Sa-”
“Mom?” she interrupts as she leans in close to my face and touches my chin. “Where that come from? Ona chin?”
She pulled at a long, black stray hair on my chin! Okay, I could handle a gray hair on my head. I would have been alright if it was just food stuck to my face. But chin hair? CHIN HAIR?Â
Just as I was slipping into a spiral of vain insanity, Julia giggled. The humiliation was too much. And here’s the thing about humiliation: it strips away every emotion, every logical thought and leaves you with nothing Read more:Sword
Suddenly The World Seems Such A Perfect Place 2006-10-18 00:23:36 This week, I’ve been renting blog space over at Mom’s Musings (who has been a perfectly delightful host, by the way). Yesterday, she posted an entry about how she met her husband that has inspired me to do the same. So, here is my modern day fairy tale.Â
I visited a palm reader while on Spring Break during my junior year in college. While the visit was for entertainment, not advice, the reader told me something that would become very meaningful to me. She said, “Remember, you have more than one soul mate out there. Everyone does. Love isn’t just about compatibility. It’s about compatibility and timing.”Â
One weekend in July of 2002, I moved in to an 8th floor apartment with a balcony that overlooked a swimming pool and faced another apartment building that was identical to mine. Many times during that weekend, I stood on the balcony and soaked up the view. If I could have peeked in to the apartments in the building across from Read more:Perfect
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The Bizarro Husband 2006-10-16 21:27:22 David abandons my daughter, cheats on me and shoots up drugs with my mother…in my dreams.Â
In life, he’s the greatest husband. He makes me laugh. He rubs my gnarly feet. He makes me feel beautiful even when I’m wearing ill-fitting clothes, need a haircut and have a giant zit on my face. He carries heavy stuff for me. He makes sure the DVR is set to record LOST for me, even after I accidentally delete his WWE program. I could go on, but long story short: He’s a wonderful husband, until I fall asleep.
Once I head off to dreamland, I encounter The BizarroHusband
. You know, the one that uses me as a human shield when the mall we’re shopping in comes under attack by human-size gerbils with machine guns.
I’d love to dismiss these dreams, but it just isn’t that easy. Every time I have a dream with The Bizarro Husband in it, I wake up furious with my real husband.  Then, my twisted little mind begins to work. I stare at him
Week of Lists: List of Lists 2006-10-24 05:04:52 If you weren’t already aware, I like lists. They’re fun to write and they make just about anything intriguing to read. I’ve been cruising around, enjoying lots of list posts, lately and felt inspired to write a few of my own. Then I thought, “Hey, I’ll just dedicate a whole week to it. I’ll call it: WEEK OF LISTS.” I was so delighted with my grand idea, I could hardly contain my mirth…until I sat down to write my first list. My enthusiasm fizzled and my well of creativity ran dry. Everything I thought and all the things I tried to write just didn’t seem to work. Dave tried to help (*denotes suggestions by him). Here’s a list of a few of the ideas I’m considering for this week.
Favorite Interpretive Dance Songs (with a sample video included?). While I’m not formally trained, I love to create interpretive dance routines to popular songs. I’ve never performed publicly, but I get the feeling that I& Read more:Lists
Week of Lists: 10 Ways To Get On My Poopy List 2006-10-28 05:47:46 1. Eat all of the Wheat Thins and then put the empty box back in the cupboard. This way, I can feel extra disapointed when I open the box and find the crumbs staring up at me saying “See what you missed?”
2. Instead of taking out the trash when the can is full, keep jamming the refuse in there. Stack some garbage on top, perferably wet or soggy items so I can get showered with slop when I take the trash out.
3. When I say, “I’m having a bad day,” sing that song by Daniel Powter to me.
4. Use the kitchen sink as your trash can. Fill it with dishes, chunks of leftover food, napkins, food wrappers, banana peels, the works. Make sure to run some water so it’ll be nice and gross when I clean it up.
5. Leave swirly skid marks in the toilet. Just completely ignore the toilet brush that has been placed right beside it for your convenience.
6. Explode stuff in the microwave. Leave it for me to clean up.
7. Tell me the cat just puked on the floor Read more:Lists
Week of Lists: Guilty Pleasures 2006-10-27 05:12:34 We all have things we hate to love…or maybe we just hate to admit we love them. They’re the things you enjoy when you’re all alone or you think no one is paying attention. Guilty
pleasures. Here are ten of mine, in no particular order.
1. Piggy Tails. You won’t see me poking around in public with pig tails, but I often sport them at home. They keep the hair out of my face and show a little whimsy. Who doesn’t need a little whimsy?
2. Dairy Queen Vanilla Ice Cream. The flavor…the texture…the ice cream curly cue. This stuff is like manna from heaven. It was the mainstay of my diet while I was pregnant with Julia, which is probably why she’s so darn sweet. She’s pretty much made of sugar.
3. SpongeBob Squarepants. I realize I’m not the target demographic for this show, but I just don’t care. I love SpongeBob Squarepants because of stuff like this, this and this. It’s like Monty Python for kids. Read more:Guilty Pleasures
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Week of Lists: Excuses 2006-10-26 22:06:50 I didn’t post an entry here, yesterday. Thankfully, Dave was kind enough to bust something out to keep things flowing, but I am feeling pretty guilty about it. So, in honor of the WEEK OF LISTS, I am providing you, in list form, my excuses for the lack of blogging yesterday.
1. I was battling the YouTube uploader. With a toddler ruling my schedule, my computer time is sporadic and often limited. Yesterday, I spent most of my computer time trying to upload video for this post. It finally worked, but I get the feeling that YouTube hates me.
2. I was distracted. It’s hard to focus when you have this begging you for attention.
3. I was interrupted. This is Katie, a.k.a. Damn It Katie or since Julia has started talking, Bad Katie.
Looks sweet, doesn’t she? She isn’t. We call her Bad Katie for a reason. Katie is like a rebellious teenager giving you the finger behind your back, but instead of giving me the finger she was peeing in my Longaberger b Read more:Excuses
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It's Buckeye Season! 2006-10-31 04:35:26 The holidays are almost here, so I’ve started to make my traditional goodies for the season: peanut butter balls, better known as Buckeye
s here in Ohio.
I started making them about four years ago. I had included some in goodie baskets I’d made for Dave’s family for Christmas. I made more than enough for the baskets, so I sent the leftovers to work with Dave to share with his co-workers. Soon, I started to get requests for more. By the end of the Christmas season, I’d established a bit of a Buckeye cult following. The next year, as Thanksgiving approached, the requests for Buckeyes began to roll in. I filled each order and experimented with requests to try some variations. By the end of that year, I was offering Buckeyes with dark, milk and white chocolate. Now, I have a regular little holiday business going.
Today, I made my first batch of peanut butter balls while Dave couldn’t resist making jokes like this.
Starting out each year is great. J Read more:Season
Happy Halloween From Your Neighborhood Idiots 2006-11-01 04:37:54 We began our Halloween
holiday celebration by making caramel apples…
Then, we painted pumpkins.
We were all pretty excited for the Halloween grand finale of Trick-or-Treating in our new neighborhood. Dave and I dressed as zombies. Julia dressed as Eeyore.
We packed Julia’s wagon with flashlights, umbrellas and Buckeyes as 6:30 P.M. approached, then waited and watched for signs that the big event had begun. After a full ten minutes, nothing seemed to be happening. We got in the car and drove down our lane where the houses were dark and locked up tight. We live outside the city limits, but the inhabitants of the houses on our road behave like a little community. We had asked a neighbor about Trick-or-Treat and were given the date and time. Dave and I had assumed it would go down on our road. We quickly learned that we had to go to town to participate. The big Buckeye delivery would have to wait.
By the time we arrived in town, we had 45 minutes of Trick-or-T Read more:Happy
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Three Random Thoughts And A Site Update 2006-11-02 00:15:00 I signed up for the NaBloPoMo thingy, which means I’ve made a committment to post everyday this month. I pretty much post daily already, but I’m feeling some pressure because now I’m committed to it. I’m not sure if it’s my inner rebel or my raging perfectionist that makes me uneasy with restrictions, but if I feel boxed in, I sort of freeze up. You know, like I did for the Week Of Lists. So, if you want to help a sister out, throw me some ideas for blog topics. I’ll try and oblige.
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I’m a bit of a nicknamer. I love to hand out nicknames and have them for most everyone I know. The number of nicknames I assign to an individual is totally dependent upon how strongly I feel about them. The people I love and hate the most have the highest number of nicknames. If I haven’t given someone a nickname, they probably don’t exist in my world…or they have a nickname or even nicknames that I’m not willing to sha Read more:Random
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Baby Talk 2006-11-07 01:28:07 Dave and I have a recurring conversation that comes up every couple of months. Each discussion is a variation of this theme:
Dave: I think we should have another baby.
Me: You think? I don’t know. Maybe.
Dave: I think we should have another baby.
Me: Yeah? Yeah. We should. Yes. Let’s have another baby.
Dave: Yes, I think we should have another baby.
Me: Are you sure? I don’t know.
Dave: I think we should have another baby.
Me: You know, I’m not sure now is the right time. No. No, I don’t think we should have another baby.
Dave: I think we should have another baby.
Me: Let’s discuss it again in a few months.
The subject came up again this weekend and I’ve been thinking about it. I just don’t understand what I’m afraid of. We are actually more prepared to have a child now than we were when Julia came along. Truth be told, if Julia had been planned, she probably wouldn’t be here, yet. Thankfully, she was
She Feeling My Style, She Feeling My Flow 2006-11-07 23:12:27 Julia and I were jamming to our Funky Fresh Mix CD in the car today on the way to the store. The CD was made in the pre-Julia era, but contains a nice batch of kid-friendly tunes such as:
1. I Want You Back by The Jackson 5
2. ABC by The Jackson 5
3. 99 Luftballons by Nena
4. Twist and Shout by The Beatles
5. In Da Club by 50 Cent**
6. MMMBop by Hanson
7. Sugar Sugar by The Archies
Oh, well except for that one. I normally skip track #5 without a note being heard and Julia is none the wiser…until today. I was off in my own little world when the song started. I snapped out of my daydream when I felt Julia kicking her legs and heard her clapping and “rapping” along in toddlereese. I quickly hit the skip button and Julia immediately began to protest. A half second later, the sweet and wholesome sound of sugary pop goodness oozed from the speakers. I shot Julia a toothy grin and bobbed my head excitedly to the beat. “MMMBop…sing with me Jules! Read more:Feeling
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The Party 2006-11-09 05:48:19 Julia attended her first birthday party for a friend today. It was a momentous occasion that we’ve been building toward for the past three months.
Shortly after her second birthday, Julia caught birthday party fever. Since then, she plays about birthdays nearly everyday. Most nights at dinner, she’ll announce that it is someone’s birthday (usually mine) and will insist on singing “Happy Birthday” and giving a gift (that can be anything from the pasta noodles on her plate to her favorite stuffed animal). At first, I thought it was an ingenius ploy to get cake for dessert, but it turns out that birthdays really mean a lot to her. We have celebrated birthdays for every person, every pet and nearly every toy under our roof. So, when she received a real invitation to a real birthday party in the mail last week, it was like the mothership was calling her home. She was about to fulfill her destiny and attend a birthday party.
We posted the invitat Read more:Party
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