tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19304066478642755602011-07-07T21:33:59.938-04:00"Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words." DPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-46087209246167400522009-05-19T12:52:00.001-04:002009-05-19T12:53:41.938-04:00

Go see my friend Delilah at The Unruly Helpmeet. She is giving away free art!

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Pulp Fiction is one of my favorite movies. I love the timing of it, the back and forth from future to past to present so that you aren't really certain where you are in the story until the end. The acting is incredible as well. So I own a copy, of course, and there are deleted scenes on the end, of course. I think this one is a little gem and love the questions that Mia asks of Vincent... Oh

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-8530476938974645512009-05-12T13:51:00.002-04:002009-05-12T14:03:12.886-04:00

OK, I have been a terrible blogger. Mostly because I haven't been able to decide on a genre, I think. I am NOT a knit blogger, because I just don't produce enough. I knit here and there and occasionally DO finish something, so I think I may continue to share those few and far between finished objects here for those of you who care. But I really don't think it is interesting to note that I

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Notice - this post is going to be a little more risque and foul mouthed than usual, so if this is going to offend, please stop now. Don't flame me in the comments when I have given you ample warning!My friend Katiri had a teaser of a post wondering about the appropriateness of using the word pussy. It is really a word I think is only appropriate in the bedroom and not a word to be used in a

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-30556607495559171262009-04-15T16:47:00.002-04:002009-04-16T11:48:27.926-04:00

Do you have any books that you re-read over and over again? And I don't mean the ones that your children might make you read for them. I think a book that you dive into more than once is the sign of a great read. The story never gets old, even when you know how it is going to end. I thought I would share a few of my favorites with you - and hope that some of you might give me your favorites.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-9252698203866545892009-04-05T23:22:00.002-04:002009-04-05T23:27:29.299-04:00

I just finished reading Blindness by Jose Saramago. Amazing book. Although I did it backwards. I saw the movie first (imagine me hiding under a chair in embarrassment here). I have to admit, the movie was incredibly true to the book and I think I liked it better than the book. It may have been the writing style. It was kind of free flowing, no paragraph breaks or quotation marks to break up

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-29864823434203591332009-02-26T11:32:00.002-05:002009-02-26T12:00:38.558-05:00

Even though I don't believe in hell, I think there must be a special place for those lost souls that light other people on fire - or throw hot grease on , dip in boiling water, or put their body parts on hot stove/oven/grill surfaces.Can you tell I am still spending far too much time working in the Burn Unit? Special kind of evil, there. Shooting someone? Stabbing someone even? But to BURN

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-87079119012444033302009-02-22T19:55:00.000-05:002009-02-22T20:10:21.954-05:00

Do not get excited. I finished this last summer, but I finally have some great pictures of my goddaughter in it. Pattern: Clapotis by Kate GilbertYarn: Blue Moon Fiber Arts Luscious Single Silk in Rook-YMods - noneProblems? Um, had an issue with dropping one of the stitches down and ended up having to cut a bar of yarn and then spit splice it back together. I think she likes it. Her mom says

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I am in my winter slump. After the holidays I can't seem to get anything done. It is the same way every year but for some reason I forget about it until I am in it again. And fucking February is the worst of it. The crocuses and the daffodils are blooming, but in case you haven't heard, people, IT IS STILL FUCKING WINTER and I HATES it. This pervades my entire existence. So I haven't

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Nora wrote this post about favorite gifts you have given or received. I loved the idea and I have been dredging up the ghosts of Christmas past to come up with my favorites...1. Last Christmas my mom put a black shawl on her Christmas list. Just one to throw over her shoulders in her cold church on Sunday mornings. She was never so surprised at a gift than when she unwrapped one that I knit

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-92060796919840422662008-12-16T22:50:00.001-05:002008-12-16T22:55:37.157-05:00

This little sweater has been done for awhile, but I finally managed to get Paddy-O to upload the camera so that I could share a photo...The Wonderful Wallaby knit for the Sproglette from Blue Faced Leicester hand-dyed in the Coastal Sunset colorway by Morwenna at Mosaic Moon. Took me about 3 weeks of bus knitting to knock this little baby out. She had the gall to say to me afterwards that she

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-58620040092693263032008-11-14T12:49:00.000-05:002008-11-14T13:05:04.285-05:00

I am so bad at this blogging thing. Mostly, I think, because I have had so little to say and yet my life has been so full.But one thing I wanted to share is that I seem to have found my reading mojo again. It has been gone since Sproglette was born over 4 years ago. Gone in a bad way. See, I used to read constantly. Ever since I learned to read I have always had a book with me. They were my

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-82905373479382231912008-10-16T16:32:00.000-04:002008-10-16T16:50:15.210-04:00

Have you read The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein? I always thought, as a child, that it was a lovely lesson in giving and being selfless. We read it to kids at summer camp as councilors to teach about sharing and as a parable of Christ's sacrifice for humanity.I pulled out my old ratty copy the other night to read to the Sproglette. As I turned the pages I grew more and more horrified. That

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-82783671326696875072008-10-16T15:55:00.000-04:002008-10-16T15:56:37.312-04:00

This is hysterical...

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-72243265172437999602008-10-15T23:41:00.000-04:002008-10-15T23:42:22.442-04:00

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-11830204494861120652008-09-30T19:10:00.000-04:002008-09-30T19:15:09.068-04:00

OK, what responsible adult thinks that putting a sharp, real, metal paring knife in the hand of my just-turned-four year old is a good idea?Fortunately, the pediatrician said she didn't need stitches in the flap of skin she cut off while cutting veggies for soup at school today. That's right. School. Now I admit to knowing about the knives, but I was assured that the knives were for the "older

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-22569913487599797792008-09-30T19:02:00.000-04:002008-09-30T19:10:02.909-04:00

So I am in the Intensive Care Unit float pool at work. That means that on a given day I go to whichever ICU or stepdown unit needs me. As of today, I also may be called upon to work in the Emergency Department (ED). As I am getting paid an insane amount of money (in nursing standards) to do this, I am trying to go with the flow.But as I toured the ED here all I could think was how crowded,

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-51030101086246464152008-09-28T13:49:00.000-04:002008-09-28T14:07:03.656-04:00

You know those women that seem born to be a mother? My sister in law is one. Four kids. When the twins were born, their older sister was almost 11 months old, and their older brother had just turned three. I know now that I have a 4 year old and a 2 year old that I would not have survived it. Folks, I would have dropped my basket for real. There is no way, no how, that I would have been

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-41957107181291270462008-09-25T15:24:00.000-04:002008-09-25T15:25:14.185-04:00

From my friend Gigi...Once upon a time, in a land far away...A beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said "Elegant lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you,

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-69366391302623981852008-09-25T14:29:00.000-04:002008-09-25T14:40:47.427-04:00

I promise I am not going to do this, well, not often anyway...But here are just two little nuggets from me on the current political scene...One is from my friend Jon...The other is my observation that Sarah Palin is disturbingly reminiscent to Dolores Umbridge. OK, maybe she doesn't exactly look like her, but she sure is acting like her!

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-22045674340587787962008-09-21T16:33:00.000-04:002008-09-21T16:42:09.216-04:00

I found this at work the other day...You will have to excuse the poor quality picture, I only had my phone to take a picture with. I don't go armed with the big gun camera to take care of sick people. I usually don't have time for lunch, but this door to nowhere really grabbed my psyche and I couldn't stop going to the end of the hall to look at it. In case you can't tell, it is a door, on the

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-48645954424366872522008-09-10T13:57:00.001-04:002008-09-10T14:00:06.419-04:00

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Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-83020564417850243492008-09-08T11:46:00.000-04:002008-09-08T11:58:32.795-04:00

The school year has begun. The Sproglette is going to a local waldorf school five mornings a week and it is bliss. She happily skips off to change from her sparkly pink shoes (so un-waldorf) into the slippers she wears in the classroom. She likes her teacher and is getting into the rhythm of the day.I have to admit to being a bit apprehensive. She is the youngest child in the class of 4-6 year

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-78136612146448308772008-08-27T21:40:00.001-04:002008-08-27T21:50:27.433-04:00

I thought that we had made it clear to our families, four years ago, that plastic toys - especially talking, beeping, noisy ones - were verboten as gifts to our children. Well evil found its way into our home tonight, wrapped in "happy birthday" paper. Let me introduce you to the "Diego Talking Rescue Pack" Look at the picture. Look at it hard. Memorize this. Do not, I repeat, do not, allow

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Two years ago today, this little sweetheart entered the world. Not without putting mama through the wringer first though... I think he has made up for it by begin the sweetest, cuddliest, most even-tempered baby/child since. With the Sproglette, I had a pretty zen labor - as zen as you can get after 66 hours. Booker's labor felt wrong. I just knew something was not right in there. I spent 7

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-78834160965909436252008-08-20T14:43:00.000-04:002008-08-20T14:57:33.596-04:00

... does not exist. In fact, I am beginning to think that mostly imperfect is few and far between as well. Lots of interest in just afternoons, or once in awhile. I need a sitter 1-2 days a week, in my home, for the entire day. Heck, you would only have to take care of the little one in the morning - the big one goes to preschool until 12:30. So the great search continues. I guess we have

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-82896507757811410592008-07-31T10:21:00.000-04:002008-07-31T13:57:48.247-04:00

Then...Now...The Sproglette was born after 66 hours of grueling back labor. But she still managed to come out the vajajay, not by surgeon's incision. I try to avoid the scalpel at all costs. You can see I was exhausted, but happy...This sweet child made me a mother, four years ago. She has changed my life profoundly and I love her to pieces. I just can't imagine life without her in it. I

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I know - it has been almost two weeks since I last posted. But life has happened with a vengeance and I think I have been too sad and too stressed out to write anything down. I would rather escape into YOUR blogs and get out of my own mind. So here are a few things that have peaked my interest lately...Brooklyn Tweed's free "Turn a Square" hat pattern. I love this man. If I was still in the

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-62979643439331947822008-07-08T08:15:00.000-04:002008-07-08T08:34:46.489-04:00

My dh frustrates the living SHIT out of me! Let me preface this by saying that I am an insufferable lunatic before leaving on vacation. It is because I actually want to leave the house and GET to my vacation. I pack the night before, I have suitcases by the door, I would load the car, but dh would unload it and repack it to his mysterious anal retentive specifications so I don't bother with

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-56785697007082091012008-07-05T11:43:00.000-04:002008-07-05T12:07:11.173-04:00

I don't think I have ever seen Sproglet's hair this curly before. It is so humid, you could cut the air with a knife. I have lived in the south all my life and I have never been so damp without actual precipitation.I made her take her little pink phillies ball cap off to snap the pic - the reason why the top of her hair is so flat! BTW, she put this ensemble together this morning all by

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-56250686814346896862008-07-03T17:11:00.001-04:002008-07-03T17:24:25.456-04:00

Here it is. My first sock. Done one size 2.25 double pointed needles with a 3X1 ribbing at the cuff. Loosely followed The Yarn Harlot's basic sock recipe.Sorry - no clue what the yarn was. I lost the ball band. The magenta tended to pool a little, but not too badly. One that one spot on the top of the foot makes me sweat a little. Not enough to rip it out.I must admit the second one is

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-29961400921533185232008-06-29T08:59:00.000-04:002008-06-29T16:44:22.120-04:00

The kids and I made cupcakes for Paddy-O's birthday. Cooking with kids. Unless you are anal about cleanliness, a great deal of fun. I am, obviously, not anal about cleanliness as I am still finding sprinkles around my kitchen.So freaking cute. Widget was intent on getting as many sprinkles as possible on each cupcake so that no icing was visible. I had to shake them off before putting them

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-48529433326827365342008-06-25T07:49:00.000-04:002008-06-25T08:03:48.978-04:00

So I realized that I have had little to say over the last week or so and feel really lame about it. I read so many interesting blogs that have interesting things to say on a daily basis and really want to say to myself "Buck up! Do something interesting today just so you can tell the blog".But really. Then I hear myself and realize how completely inane that sounds. How about if I just tell

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-28143547995581762952008-06-15T09:50:00.001-04:002008-06-15T11:45:38.952-04:00

So Paddy-O's birthday was yesterday and he is currently sleeping in for his father's day present. We have some cards etc and plans to grill out with another family late afternoon.The kids were so cute. We made chocolate cupcakes (because that is what the Sproglet says everyone should have for their birthdays). They sprinkled them up and sang when PO got home from his business trip. The

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-55373600706203958072008-06-12T13:41:00.000-04:002008-06-12T14:20:21.609-04:00

I am going to try to set some knitting goals with a bunch of other knitters and see if they can help to keep me on track just a little. Maybe at the same time I can start to wear away at my unfinished objects so that I don't feel so guilty every time I start to dream of something new. All of these projects are knit from stash so no new money outlays either...1. Sydney's graduation Clapotis

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-32895413638238238692008-06-10T16:33:00.001-04:002008-06-10T16:37:51.213-04:00

Is 4 and 2 already too old to have a combination birthday party? Widget doesn't actually have any friends his age so the same family and friends with families would be invited to both parties. And they are less than a month apart as well. The cost would be less to do both at once. What do you think?And Paddy-O turns 37 on Saturday. How much does it suck to have his birthday be the day before

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-20684038752022541432008-06-09T12:35:00.000-04:002008-06-09T21:32:33.348-04:00

It has been too hot to move for the last few days here. Like over 100 and humid hot. Like Code Orange Ozone alert hot. Like can't take a deep breath outside.And we are stir fucking crazy in the house. Nothing is worse than it being unbearably hot and having a toddler and a preschooler climbing the walls.So this morning we attempted the park at 9. We were home by 10:30. Meltdowns all around

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-67662514820645760642008-06-04T16:05:00.000-04:002008-06-04T22:21:27.939-04:00

Two months ago, we had to put our beloved boxer, Hooch, to sleep. He had cancer and an infection and he was quite old for a boxer at 11. Our decision was made simple by his suffering. Boxers, as a breed, love to please their people. So he was quite stoic until the end. When he stopped sleeping, we knew it was time. The Mr and I were able to be with him as our very compassionate vet put him

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-45441613599757882762008-06-02T11:49:00.000-04:002008-06-02T12:01:51.017-04:00

I am back from the trip that has had my "in-real-life" friends nodding while hiding a smirk and then talking about me behind my back.Yes, I spent a long weekend with 5 other women that I only know from an internet message board. The main thing we have in common is that we were all pregnant and due with babies in August of 2006. But for some reason, as much as it may seem that I dropped my

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-40387872165237804092008-05-29T09:30:00.000-04:002008-05-29T09:42:04.315-04:00

The Sproglette has started telling jokes. Mostly they make no sense at all, like this classic.S: Knock, knock.Me: Who's there?S: Door knob.Me: Door knob who?S: Door knob on the door is broken!Then she laughs hysterically for 5 minutes at her great with and she then starts a new one.This morning, she took off on the chicken butt joke.S: Mommy, guess what?Me: What?S: Chicken butt!(I have a

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-15704437066806414322008-05-28T12:19:00.000-04:002008-05-28T14:00:21.200-04:00

I have 2 children under the age of four. That means I would be a stark raving fool to start knitting lace. With beads no less.But I keep putting this pattern, with beads and yarn into my shopping cart and almost buying it. Thanks to the Harlot herself. She has the SUPER power of suggestion. I don't know what it is. I almost bought a kit to knit socks with tiny leaves all over them because

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-60924654218540066172008-05-26T17:46:00.001-04:002008-05-26T18:03:51.996-04:00

So I am going away next weekend for the first time since becoming a mama. For 3 whole nights. I am just so excited and nervous all at the same time. I know the Sproglette will be just fine - she rolls with the punches. Widget has never had anyone put him to bed at night but me. It is him that makes me nervous.I just keep telling myself he will be surrounded by people that love him - the mister's

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-66564189207330729292008-05-25T08:24:00.001-04:002008-05-25T11:02:23.476-04:00

Yes, I saw a movie. In a theater. With popcorn and a big diet coke and Mr Cranky Mama. Pick your jaw up off the floor.Mr. Cranky Mama was a comic book nerd as a child. He seems to be not too, too affected by this. It doesn't consume large blocks of time like, say, football, basketball, baseball and hockey season do. He doesn't have comics stashed away somewhere that he peruses at leisure

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-65068797605033429712008-05-21T07:33:00.000-04:002008-05-25T14:02:15.923-04:00

Small confession. I am a confirmed American Idol addict. It is embarrassing and I won't admit it to your face so don't even try.But I am really fucking pissed off that wee David Archeleta, the prince of smarm, blasphemed John Lennon last night (and earlier in the season too). If you don't agree with the lyrics to probably one of the best songs ever written, it is simple don't sing it!The

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-62744947009715279242008-05-19T18:50:00.000-04:002008-05-19T20:49:18.258-04:00

Do you have those days when you feel you just aren't saying the right things? You aren't being an effective mother? You are pretty much fucking your child up for life? When they are 20, on drugs, a high school drop out sitting on the therapist's couch it all leads back to this day and the things you just didn't say right.Except it isn't just one day. It is many days. I think I have more bad

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-65872430489727669572008-05-15T23:30:00.000-04:002008-05-15T23:44:16.181-04:00

I don't expect to have a lot of knitting to showcase since I am pretty slow. But I will put it out here for you when I get it done!This is my first sweater ever. Elizabeth Zimmerman's February Baby Sweater on Two Needles from the awesome book The Knitter's Almanac. I got the buttons from a local store and weren't exactly what I was looking for but they work. The yarn is Debbie Bliss

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-35931741844217054692008-05-15T07:59:00.000-04:002008-05-15T08:21:42.566-04:00

I am a card-carrying believer in the power of the public library. I got my first library card at 5 - the earliest age allowed at the Lee County Library. I checked out the 5 allowed books at least once a week, read them, took them back and got more. My grandmother was one of the librarians there. She had a masters degree (obtained in 1957) from the first and best library science programs in

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-34419813042653906462008-05-13T10:11:00.000-04:002008-05-13T10:37:23.260-04:00

I know - I am one to talk. Having been pregnant and/or breastfeeding for over 4 years, I obviously have breasts that are more, shall we say, south of where they used to be. But logically I know that it is the increase in weight and milk then the rapid decrease that makes for stretched out skin. Just being pregnant and growing older makes everything move toward the floor.Just think of all those

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-7317799758443716042008-05-12T17:00:00.000-04:002008-05-12T17:08:37.888-04:00

This is one of those Christmas gifts we received that parents hate (plays insanely annoying music loudly and is bright shiny plastic!) and kids LOVE. It shoots little plastic balls out of the top. Widget giggles madly, Sproglet goes nuts hoarding the balls from the Widge until he cries and Mama intervenes. Usually by yelling. Widget has been carting it around the house by the big orange funnel

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-3262812137118264922008-05-11T13:07:00.000-04:002008-05-12T14:53:22.382-04:00

Of course, I am at work. Taking care of two young men who are scaring their mother's senseless by because they are reckless fools that have no concept of their own mortality. Hopefully, for their mother's sakes, they will survive the motorcycle accidents, the falls, the drunk driving and hitting trees. Hopefully this will be a wake up call and they will be a little smarter in the future. If not,

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04757517324745963050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930406647864275560.post-7742628454108579182008-05-09T15:07:00.000-04:002008-05-09T15:15:17.085-04:00

I know, I know, I am like, 4 years behind the curve. But it has been a busy 4 years of carrying, bearing and nurturing the wee ones, working to get Paddy O through school, and the ensuing sleep deprivation that comes with it.I don't know if anyone is reading - in fact I haven't wrapped my brain around the idea that you might be eavesdropping on my thoughts. But I heard somewhere (don't ask me

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