Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
shoe pantry
Every year, my September Mommies have a MOTW - Mom of the Week - where we talk about our lives and the SM's are allowed to ask any questions they want and we have to answer them honestly. Its all in good fun. One feature we do is "A Day in the Life Of" where the featured mom takes photos of every aspect of her life throughout one entire day, from waking to sleeping and everything in between.
April 20 was my week - however - there was too much going on in my life to allow me to participate so I asked to be bumped to the end of the list which will hopefully take place around the same time that we ....... more on that soon....
Anyway, an SM asked that I show the place I keep my shoes. So, here it is. Introducing, Jennerific's shoe-pantry.
Seriously, I keep my shoes in a pantry. Its the only place that fits them right now! Should I be using this space for food? Probably. Do I care? Nope. It fits 4 pairs of shoes perfectly on one row and I love having the full length mirror to see the ensemble before dashing out the door.
PS. See the space for a pair in row 2? Remember the Lost Shoe? There is the mate! I'm still mourning that damn pair of shoes and just can't bring myself to throw that shoe away. Why can't I move on??
April 20 was my week - however - there was too much going on in my life to allow me to participate so I asked to be bumped to the end of the list which will hopefully take place around the same time that we ....... more on that soon....
Anyway, an SM asked that I show the place I keep my shoes. So, here it is. Introducing, Jennerific's shoe-pantry.
Seriously, I keep my shoes in a pantry. Its the only place that fits them right now! Should I be using this space for food? Probably. Do I care? Nope. It fits 4 pairs of shoes perfectly on one row and I love having the full length mirror to see the ensemble before dashing out the door.PS. See the space for a pair in row 2? Remember the Lost Shoe? There is the mate! I'm still mourning that damn pair of shoes and just can't bring myself to throw that shoe away. Why can't I move on??
Friday, April 24, 2009
four for friday
Notice anything? Click this link to Mommy Track'd and scroll half way down the page. Now look to the right hand column. Yep, that's us!
Q1 - Lending a Helping Hand: What's the furthest distance you've traveled to temporarily help a family member or friend (think: change a tire, move, etc.)?
Not applicable! Everyone I've ever helped out has been living in the same city as myself at the time. I normally will lend a helping hand when I can but if I start to feel taken advantage of, I'll make up excuses to get out of it.
Q1 - Lending a Helping Hand: What's the furthest distance you've traveled to temporarily help a family member or friend (think: change a tire, move, etc.)?
Not applicable! Everyone I've ever helped out has been living in the same city as myself at the time. I normally will lend a helping hand when I can but if I start to feel taken advantage of, I'll make up excuses to get out of it.
Q2 - Age: From Satchel Paige... How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?
26. Its young enough to be young while old enough to know more of what I would want to know. There is NO WAY I'd ever want to be 16 again or younger than 20. Truthfully, I love my age. At 32 I feel really comfortable being me.
Q3 - Balance: Which of the following best describes how you generally handle your credit card balance at the end of each month: do you pay off the entire balance, make a partial payment, make a minimum payment, or do you not use credit cards?
Here is what I normally do... I made payments just above the minimum, then every quarter when I get my commission I use most of it to pay down a chunk of the card. This is only since I've had a credit card; which started around the end of 2007. Before then I stayed clear of cards because I didn't trust myself not to ride the maximum.
Q4 - Cooking: According to my friend Meagen, everyone's really good at cooking one dish or meal in particular. What is the one meal you cook really well?
One dish I've become very good at is Gluten/Wheat free meatballs and spaghetti. Liam loves this meal and will always eat it, whether he's sick or not. I'm also okay at cooking Peanut Butter Coconut Curry Chicken but now that Liam is diagnosed with Peanut Allergies I don't see myself making that again just in case he comes in contact with the sauce. Otherwise, I am a self-professed CRAP cook. Truly, I can't cook to save my own life.
Monday, April 20, 2009
thank you, thank you
I arranged yesterday to take my little man for the night tonight (Monday) as my "day of the week" but his Dad did me one better and let me take him Sunday AND Monday night. This is because his Dad has work commitments Monday night that would have made it impossible for me to take him. So he gave me Liam a day early AND also gave me the car as well and for that, I owe his Dad a huge THANK YOU.
It was so much fun getting Liam last night in his PJ's and shuffling him right up to bed. He was adorable! He also said "glasses" which I've never heard before. I sang him the usual lullabies that my mom used to sing to me and he bobbed his head, dancing in time to my singing. Then he cuddled down with his lovie and fell fast asleep. I didn't hear one peep from him all night.
I feel really blessed that things have been going so well with Liam's Dad of late. Really blessed and really grateful.
It was so much fun getting Liam last night in his PJ's and shuffling him right up to bed. He was adorable! He also said "glasses" which I've never heard before. I sang him the usual lullabies that my mom used to sing to me and he bobbed his head, dancing in time to my singing. Then he cuddled down with his lovie and fell fast asleep. I didn't hear one peep from him all night.
I feel really blessed that things have been going so well with Liam's Dad of late. Really blessed and really grateful.
Friday, April 17, 2009
f***ed up friday
Today we're mixing it up a bit and I'm going to tell you a bit about my life. Specifically, my f*@#ed up Friday.
Most of you know about the altercations with our downstairs-pothead neighbors. What you don't know is that, amidst the fighting, there is the very real and scary threat of living in a bad neighborhood. Some might say I live on the wrong side of the tracks. Or the wrong side of a good street because one side is fine, but mine is downright decrepit.
This morning we woke up to find a cop outside the house who appeared to be giving Daweski a ticket. What actually happened was this (not verbatim.. but close enough...):
Cop: You've got some damage to your vehicle.
Daweski: Yeah I got in a minor fender bender a couple months back.
Cop: *Looks at Daweski like he has lobsters crawling out of his head* No, sir, you have some damage to your vehicle.
Daweski: *Slowly turns around to look at his car* GASP!! What happened to my car?? That was not there before!!
Cop: Yeah, I thought you might not have noticed that.
Daweski: There's a giant brick through my back windshield. And what's that? Oh, someone has taken a LOG and beat the crap out of the rest of my car.
During this discussion, a tow-truck pulls up. There is glass everywhere inside and outside of the vehicle. I take Liam to daycare and come back to give my statement and take some pictures. My neighbor pops his head out of his side door and screames at me:
Pot-head: Don't pin this on me!
Me: *Laughing* You pinned this on yourself!
You see, they (the Pot-heads) have been threatening us for months. They have threatened that if Daweski parked in the guest spot that 'something' would happen to his car. Consequently we only parked in the guest spot when we absolutely had to and have filed complains with the police putting those threats are on record. Whether they actually did the vandalism or not, they are implicated. As I explained to my landlord this morning "they implicated themselves by constantly threatening that something would happen to the vehicle. And something did."
Seriously, how dumb do they think we are? Its no cooincidence that in a neighborhood FULL of cars parked on the street that the only vehicle smashed to pieces is Daweski's. Whether they did it themselves or they paid someone else to do it, I am 100% sure that they are responsible.
I'm also 100% sure that I made the right decision to move. Its going to be difficult commuting from Orleans every day (if that's where we end up) but it doesn't matter. I need to feel safe and I need for my son to grow up in a safe environment. I can't be surrounded by drugs anymore and I can't be afraid to go home at night because I might get screamed at by a drunk couple of Pot-heads. Only 6 weeks. 6 weeks until I'm free of this BS.
Most of you know about the altercations with our downstairs-pothead neighbors. What you don't know is that, amidst the fighting, there is the very real and scary threat of living in a bad neighborhood. Some might say I live on the wrong side of the tracks. Or the wrong side of a good street because one side is fine, but mine is downright decrepit.
This morning we woke up to find a cop outside the house who appeared to be giving Daweski a ticket. What actually happened was this (not verbatim.. but close enough...):
Cop: You've got some damage to your vehicle.
Daweski: Yeah I got in a minor fender bender a couple months back.
Cop: *Looks at Daweski like he has lobsters crawling out of his head* No, sir, you have some damage to your vehicle.
Daweski: *Slowly turns around to look at his car* GASP!! What happened to my car?? That was not there before!!
Cop: Yeah, I thought you might not have noticed that.
Daweski: There's a giant brick through my back windshield. And what's that? Oh, someone has taken a LOG and beat the crap out of the rest of my car.
During this discussion, a tow-truck pulls up. There is glass everywhere inside and outside of the vehicle. I take Liam to daycare and come back to give my statement and take some pictures. My neighbor pops his head out of his side door and screames at me:
Pot-head: Don't pin this on me!
Me: *Laughing* You pinned this on yourself!
You see, they (the Pot-heads) have been threatening us for months. They have threatened that if Daweski parked in the guest spot that 'something' would happen to his car. Consequently we only parked in the guest spot when we absolutely had to and have filed complains with the police putting those threats are on record. Whether they actually did the vandalism or not, they are implicated. As I explained to my landlord this morning "they implicated themselves by constantly threatening that something would happen to the vehicle. And something did."
Seriously, how dumb do they think we are? Its no cooincidence that in a neighborhood FULL of cars parked on the street that the only vehicle smashed to pieces is Daweski's. Whether they did it themselves or they paid someone else to do it, I am 100% sure that they are responsible.
I'm also 100% sure that I made the right decision to move. Its going to be difficult commuting from Orleans every day (if that's where we end up) but it doesn't matter. I need to feel safe and I need for my son to grow up in a safe environment. I can't be surrounded by drugs anymore and I can't be afraid to go home at night because I might get screamed at by a drunk couple of Pot-heads. Only 6 weeks. 6 weeks until I'm free of this BS.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
skin prick test
What looks like a cute tattoo on my child's arm is actually ink. Each letter stands for a food or a substance (pollen, animal). The nurse places a drop of the allergen beside the letter and then pricks it with a tiny pin. She called it 'popping the bubbles'. Liam was fascinated by the procedure. As you can see in the lower right half of his arm, he had some reactions. Below, the larger the mm size, the more severe his reaction:Dog 3 mm
Cat 4 mm
Wheat 4 mm
Corn 4-5 mm
Peanuts 5 mm
Finally, the specialist confirmed that Liam has Dermatographic skin. Most commonly known as "Skin Writing" disorder. Click on the link to see an example of what happens to this type of skin.
Its nice to finally have some answers. I filled the prescription for the EpiPen last night and bought 3 of them. One for my house, one for his dad's and one to leave in his Diaper Bag which goes with him wherever he goes.
Its nice to finally have some answers. I filled the prescription for the EpiPen last night and bought 3 of them. One for my house, one for his dad's and one to leave in his Diaper Bag which goes with him wherever he goes.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
published by my pimp
I submitted an article to my pimp Mom Logic before leaving on the Easter break last week and while I was gone it was accepted and published.
Check it out here. Its called "The Truth About the First Three Months" and already has 22 reader comments!
What do you think? Do you agree with my assessment of the first three months?
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Edited to Add: This article invoked a LOT of strong emotional responses, which is the very best thing a writer can hope for. That said, not all of the experiences in this article were mine. As most of you know, I belong to a private mom club called "The September Mommies". This article was a direct result of a very candid, open and honest discussion we had with each other, relating to our first time experiences being new mom's. I took the best (or in this case, the worst ;) of what each mom experienced, looked for commonalities and wrote the article in summary form based on those findings.
I think its funny that so many of the comments on Mom Logic are focused on how wrong I am. Nowhere did I claim to be an expert. Nor did I claim that any of these were solely my experiences. Nor did I deny the truly wonderful nature of motherhood. My intent with this article was NOT to discuss the rainbow ice cream world of babies. It was to discuss the issues that new mom's face that NO ONE ELSE discusses.
Anyway... I'm thrilled so many people have enjoyed it. That's all I could hope for.
Check it out here. Its called "The Truth About the First Three Months" and already has 22 reader comments!
What do you think? Do you agree with my assessment of the first three months?
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Edited to Add: This article invoked a LOT of strong emotional responses, which is the very best thing a writer can hope for. That said, not all of the experiences in this article were mine. As most of you know, I belong to a private mom club called "The September Mommies". This article was a direct result of a very candid, open and honest discussion we had with each other, relating to our first time experiences being new mom's. I took the best (or in this case, the worst ;) of what each mom experienced, looked for commonalities and wrote the article in summary form based on those findings.
I think its funny that so many of the comments on Mom Logic are focused on how wrong I am. Nowhere did I claim to be an expert. Nor did I claim that any of these were solely my experiences. Nor did I deny the truly wonderful nature of motherhood. My intent with this article was NOT to discuss the rainbow ice cream world of babies. It was to discuss the issues that new mom's face that NO ONE ELSE discusses.
Anyway... I'm thrilled so many people have enjoyed it. That's all I could hope for.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
prick test
Today we had our prick test to find out what allergies Liam has. To sum it up: peanuts, wheat, dogs & cats (?!?). We knew wheat, but were completely suprised to hear the rest. Now I'm carrying around an Epipen learning how to use it in case he's slipped a nut and goes into anaphylactic shock.
Its the first day I've seen him in a week and we were both a bit of a mess at our reunion. He cried a lot and has been following me around all day moaning "Ma ma ma ma" (when he's not clinging to or kissing me leg. Yeah, he kissed my leg a bunch today). Truthfully the past week has been brutal. I felt like my whole left arm had been cut off, I missed my little boy THAT much.
More on the prick test later. He's not napping well today and is off the rails with energy.
PS. Daweski called the cops on our crazy neighbors last night because they came home drunk and belligerent and I was scared. On their way out Donna-downstairs yelled "I'm calling the landlord!" and Cop #3 quipped "Good. Maybe he'll buy you a new trailer to live in." Mike-downstairs re-opened his door and said "That was unnecessary." Cop #1 said "Get back inside!" So Mike did. Well played cops. Well played.
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Updated to add that even the best nappers totally lose it sometimes. I think its been too much for Liam today. He fell asleep in the car on the way home after the tests (before lunch) and slept for maybe 45 minutes. Thats it. All day. I tried again for a nap at 2 and at 3:30 (after an hour running hard in the park) and nothing is working. He is just Up!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
remember this?
Original Nursery designed by Mishky.
The picture is grainy but you get the idea. It was deemed 'inappropriate' for infants so it morphed into this.
And when everyone STILL freaked out (because it was too hardcore for a baby), so the design morphed into this. Happy, fluffy, dinosaurs (I worked so damn hard on that nursery. At least Liam still gets to enjoy it.)B-U-T look what I found! How absolutely perfect is this bed for the above designs? Now that we're shopping around for a house and Liam is a bit older, there is nothing stopping the Camo dream from coming true.
Except maybe the price. OUCH. Still, it'd be pretty bad ass to wake up in a tank every day.
on the road
Jennerific and Daweski are going on a road trip! Tonight, after work, we're leaving for my parents house in good old Brantford. This is a VERY LONG drive. With a baby its about 7 hours, without a baby its 5+ or less (depending on who is driving and how heavy their gas peddling foot is. Myself? I have a heavy foot. Daweski, not so much. He is very careful with me in the car. He once said that he has to be because he's toting "precious cargo" AWE ;)
While we were packing things got a bit funny because Daweski started asking things like "do your parents have a pool?" (yes) and "do your parents have a hot tub?" (no) and "will we be able to swim in the Ocean?" (wtf? no! lol. I grew up near a lake but not anywhere near the Ocean. Too funny). Then he admitted that he thought we were going a lot furthter south than we actually are. Poor man. I can understand why he is dying to wear his flip flops. I am too.
On the agenda for our trip are three things we are both very much looking forward to:1. Dinner with Kim and Brad on Friday night where we get to meet their church community and spend time with my delicious neice Gwen (who is staring in this super adorable video. Click here!) Can't Wait!
2. Dinner with two of my September Mommies - the gorgeously pregnant Jule and the hostess with the mostest Colleen. This is a VIM people, a Very Important Meeting because we will all be meeting each other's boyfriends/fiances/husbands for the first time. There is going to be BBQ and lots of wine involved. So Excited!
3. Sunday morning we are going to Church to see my Mom solo. Since she's in performances and/or recording all week we won't get to spend very much time with her. Dad will be around a lot (and I'm pretty sure he'll be coming with us to Kim & Brads on Friday night) but Mom is going to be the all elusive Cher-ghost who races into the house, eats an English Muffin, then rushes back out again for another performance. Back on point, the reason I am so excited to go to Church is because I really need to talk to God. I am literally going to beg him to intervene on my behalf because my stalker is... well... stalking the shit out of me and I really just want to be left in peace.
So, there you have it! We leave tonight around 4pm and arrive around 11. There won't be much time for blogging so I hope you all have a wonderful Easter weekend full of family, prayer, chocolate and (hopefully) Turkey or Steak. Man I hope we have Turkey ... with gravy and dumplings ... and crisp broccoli ... and chilled wine...
Happy Easter readers!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
pssst (not so wordless)
Guess what? I've arrived! I have my very own personal stalker! Its so exciting. For real, I'm famous n'shit. You can all say you knew Jennerific way back when, before she had a real life stalker... bragging rights, that's what you get.
This is my impersonation of my stalker, deviously planning his stalking escapades:
Tell me straight up readers. Have you ever stalked someone? An ex boyfriend? Husband? Lover? Friend? How did you do it? There are lots of ways to stalk:
- Facebook
- Twitter
- Blog-o-sphere
- Drive by
- Sit outside their house with binoculars (Did you get caught?)
- Password hijacking
- Install spyware on their computer
- Break into their phone
Give me all the juicy details! OR on the flip side, do you have or have you ever had a stalker?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
out of the mouths of babes
At Liam's 19 month appointment last week our baby doctor came into the room to prep Liam for his shots. He (the doctor) was wearing a red shirt. Liam took one look at him, laughed, pointed and screamed "ELMO!!!"
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Edited to add: I just checked my bank account and was transferred my first MomLogic payout! $80+ buckeroos that I tossed into an account for Liam's future use. Just in case he grows up and wants pectoral implants. Yeah I said it!
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Edited to add: I just checked my bank account and was transferred my first MomLogic payout! $80+ buckeroos that I tossed into an account for Liam's future use. Just in case he grows up and wants pectoral implants. Yeah I said it!
Monday, April 6, 2009
and so begins
One of the saddest months of my life. This is the first month where I will really see and feel the fall-out associated with the separation agreement. Normally we have a rotating 50/50 split, where Liam stays with each of his parents for one week, switching to the other household on Friday's after daycare. I'll be the first to admit that most weeks come Thursday, Liam is running around my house yelling "Dada! Dada!" He misses his Dad. End of story. So far, this agreement has been working okayish.Within this agreement are Holiday Stipulations wherein our son spends every other major holiday weekend with each parent, switching holidays with years. Most holiday weekends make up 4 days in the Separation Agreement (Friday to Monday). This means, that some months, the parent who does not have Liam for the holiday will essentially spend less than one week with our son during the 3 week period surrounding that event. Confused? Me too!
This year, for Easter, Liam is spending the holiday with my ex. Liam is currently with his dad for 'his week' and would come to me again on Friday; however, this Friday he stays with his dad because its Easter weekend. Meaning that out of 'my week' with my son I will actually only see him Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday night following Easter weekend. Then Liam will go back to my ex for 'his week' that Friday. Between the 3rd of April and the 24 of the April I will see my son a total of 5 days.
5 stinking days. Its the luck of the draw and come May the situation will be reversed and I will have my son for almost 3 weeks straight. But 5 days? It hurts.
I know I agreed to this - so did my ex, but part of me can't help feeling like Liam is paying for our mistakes. Maybe my bond with my son is too strong, maybe my mothering instinct is too much, maybe I need to let go a little. How does a mother of a toddler make it 3 weeks only seeing her son 5 days? I know I have to find a way to be strong and do it, but I can't help it, I miss my little boy.
This year, for Easter, Liam is spending the holiday with my ex. Liam is currently with his dad for 'his week' and would come to me again on Friday; however, this Friday he stays with his dad because its Easter weekend. Meaning that out of 'my week' with my son I will actually only see him Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday night following Easter weekend. Then Liam will go back to my ex for 'his week' that Friday. Between the 3rd of April and the 24 of the April I will see my son a total of 5 days.
5 stinking days. Its the luck of the draw and come May the situation will be reversed and I will have my son for almost 3 weeks straight. But 5 days? It hurts.
I know I agreed to this - so did my ex, but part of me can't help feeling like Liam is paying for our mistakes. Maybe my bond with my son is too strong, maybe my mothering instinct is too much, maybe I need to let go a little. How does a mother of a toddler make it 3 weeks only seeing her son 5 days? I know I have to find a way to be strong and do it, but I can't help it, I miss my little boy.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
park, swing, slide
I know, right? Look at that face! Yesterday, after I picked Liam up from daycare it was much too early for dinner and much too nice outside to go into my stuffy, tiny apartment, so I ditched his winter jacket in the car, grabbed his jean jacket (awesome birthday present from Mishky) and we went to the park. At first, Liam didn't really understand what slides were for. He thought they made an excellent place to park his butt.
But then, he started climbing...
The first few times we went down the slide together with him in my lap. Then he sort of pushed me away. Which was a sad, but at the same time, proud moment. Okay, truthfully? He shoved me like "get away Mom I can do it myself!" OUCH.Here Liam getting ready to go down the slide by himself for the first time. He almost threw a temper tantrum because I forced him to sit on his butt (instead of going down face first like he wanted) but after a few turns of doing it by himself he got the hang of it.
The only thing that freaks me out about the slide is, when he's going down by himself, he sort of throws his whole upper body back. So he's half laying down and half sitting up. I worry that he's going to smash the back of his head against the slide. Hasn't happened yet - KNOCK ON WOOD!
With spring comes new rain boots! We picked these up at Wallmart for $11.00 (I think, it might have been $14.00) and they are adorable. Green boots with blades of grass on each side and a lizard traveling up the boot. Liam is not sure what to make of them. When he walks in them he does so without bending his knees, I've never seen anything like it, he looks like a robot. They're a little big for him (size 6 when he's between a 4 and a 5) so it means that when I carry him they fall off. Right after this picture was taken I tried to take him to the park. I got half way there when I looked down and noticed Liam was wearing socks. Where did the boots go? One was laying in the middle of the road and the other was laying beside my car in the driveway. Of course.
Friday, April 3, 2009
i enjoy you too!!
Confessions of a Mother Punker makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Scroll down her right hand side (ooo that's what she said!) to find out why.
You know who else makes me fuzzy? Everything I think you need to know, who links back to me.
(These are newer linker backers, so I'm not going to list you old faithfuls [you know who you are] ;)
Nanny Goats in Panties with her hilarious Year of the Jennifer.
The lovely Ms. Mary Moore over at Holy Mackerel.
Wow! TFOC is one of the Top 10 Best Mom Bloggers in Canada. Granted we're at the bottom of the list. Still. It gives the fuzzies. [Edited to Add: As I was writing this yesterday from today when it was posted, I jumped from 10 to 9! Also I am aware the profile is mad old but I can't remember my password to change it...]
You have possibly the raddest family name ever - Ballett Family News.
I love you too The Mom Daily. We're in the same gang, Mom Logic!
Mommy is Rock n'Roll just (like JUST - 9 days ago) had a cute little mini pink rock n'roller and she's freaking adorable!!
Did I miss you? Do you link back to me or have one of my ever-so-cute-designed-by-Mishky buttons? Let me know and I'll give you the shout out you deserve.
Kisses all over you faces.
You know who else makes me fuzzy? Everything I think you need to know, who links back to me.
(These are newer linker backers, so I'm not going to list you old faithfuls [you know who you are] ;)
Nanny Goats in Panties with her hilarious Year of the Jennifer.
The lovely Ms. Mary Moore over at Holy Mackerel.
Wow! TFOC is one of the Top 10 Best Mom Bloggers in Canada. Granted we're at the bottom of the list. Still. It gives the fuzzies. [Edited to Add: As I was writing this yesterday from today when it was posted, I jumped from 10 to 9! Also I am aware the profile is mad old but I can't remember my password to change it...]
You have possibly the raddest family name ever - Ballett Family News.
I love you too The Mom Daily. We're in the same gang, Mom Logic!
Mommy is Rock n'Roll just (like JUST - 9 days ago) had a cute little mini pink rock n'roller and she's freaking adorable!!
Did I miss you? Do you link back to me or have one of my ever-so-cute-designed-by-Mishky buttons? Let me know and I'll give you the shout out you deserve.
Kisses all over you faces.
four for friday
Q1 - Lost & Found: After three weeks on the run, earlier today a friend's cat finally returned home (much to the delight of their youngest daughter who was very skeptical about Tiger's eventual return). Name one material possession you've lost that you really wish you could find.
I lost a shoe sometime this winter. The pair were my favorite set of shoes. That sounds paltry considering how much I love these shoes. The love I felt/feel for those shoes, its hard to put into words. When I wore them I felt sexy, powerful, pretty... they had so many different colors in them that they matched with almost 80% of my closet so the pairings with outfits were endless. Every time I wore those shoes, it didn't matter how often or if I repeatedly wore them to the same place, I got mad compliments. Every woman and most men loved them.
Right now this one lone shoe sits in my shoe pantry, alone and forlorn. Every time I look at it I sigh and feel sad. For some reason I just can't let it go. I can't let this lost shoe rest in peace. I keep hoping that I'll go into the parking lot and one day, once all the snow has melted, the shoe will be laying there waiting for me. It will be damaged, but I'll find a good shoe smith to bring it back to its former glory. I can't let the hope die. I miss this shoe so much.
Q2 - Discount: In an attempt to increase business and branding, my Mom's bed & breakfast recently began offering a 50% discount on all rooms through April 15 (offer subject to availability and some restrictions do apply). Generally speaking, for any product or service, what 'percentage off' do you consider a good deal or enough of a deal to garner your serious attention and consideration?
50% sounds good.
Q3 - Groceries: Compared to this time last year, are you buying more, less, or about
the same amount of groceries? Related: What about organic fruits and vegetables?
So much more!! Liam is eating me out of house and home. I can't afford organic but I do try and buy most of our groceries from Farm Boy which are always fresher and the selection is better than Loblaws.
Q4 - Preparedness : After nearly four years of declining public confidence in the nation's military preparedness, Gallup's annual World Affairs survey documents a sharp reversal. Currently, 54% of Americans say the country's national defense is about right, up from 41% a year ago. What do you think?
Am not educated enough about the affairs of American's to state my opinions.
What about you, readers? What is your answer to the first question? Is there something you lost that you just can't find that you miss?
Thursday, April 2, 2009
i had a dream
Last time I had a dream that was so upsetting I can't stop thinking about it today.
In the dream, I still had my tongue ring. I touched the ring and it felt really furry. It confused me. I grabbed a piece of (what I thought was fur) and started pulling. Big, long strands of my hair started unraveling. Not the hair on my head, this was the hair from my head wrapped around the post of my tongue ring. I gagged. I pulled. More hair came off. I pulled and pulled while more and more hair unraveled off my tongue ring. There were literally hand fulls of it and it was wavy and curly from being wrapped so tightly around the post in my tongue ring.
I remember waking up really upset with tears on my cheeks. The first thing I did was stick out my tongue and feel for the ring. When I felt the hole where the ring used to be I remembered that I hadn't had a tongue ring in years; since 2007 actually.
All day today I am feeling tired and disoriented. My dream is haunting me. The feel of the hair on the post, the tension of the hair as I pulled on it, the way the post spun through my tongue as I tugged the hair - and afterward, the hand fulls of hair.
Frustrated, over my lunch break, I searched dream dictionaries for "hair" clues. I found:
Bald Hair
Comb Hair
Knotted Hair
Hair Cut
Styling Hair
Smelling Hair (?? lol)
Losing your Hair
Hairpiece
Long Hair
Rocking Chair (because chair has the word hair?)
Salon
Shampoo
Hairdresser
White Hair
Haircut
Brunette
Pubic Hair (hahahaha)
Dreadlocks
But nothing on the topic of pulling hair out of one's mouth. So I switched tactics and started looking up "Mouth" wherein I found "To see a mouth in your dream signifies your need to express yourself or talk about an issue that's bothering you."
Huh. Go figure.
******
Upon reflection, what I really want to express is this:
Try reading this and applying it for you. You know who you are. In the meantime, I will keep praying that God will help us find common ground for the only person who matters the most.
In the dream, I still had my tongue ring. I touched the ring and it felt really furry. It confused me. I grabbed a piece of (what I thought was fur) and started pulling. Big, long strands of my hair started unraveling. Not the hair on my head, this was the hair from my head wrapped around the post of my tongue ring. I gagged. I pulled. More hair came off. I pulled and pulled while more and more hair unraveled off my tongue ring. There were literally hand fulls of it and it was wavy and curly from being wrapped so tightly around the post in my tongue ring.
I remember waking up really upset with tears on my cheeks. The first thing I did was stick out my tongue and feel for the ring. When I felt the hole where the ring used to be I remembered that I hadn't had a tongue ring in years; since 2007 actually.
All day today I am feeling tired and disoriented. My dream is haunting me. The feel of the hair on the post, the tension of the hair as I pulled on it, the way the post spun through my tongue as I tugged the hair - and afterward, the hand fulls of hair.
Frustrated, over my lunch break, I searched dream dictionaries for "hair" clues. I found:
Bald Hair
Comb Hair
Knotted Hair
Hair Cut
Styling Hair
Smelling Hair (?? lol)
Losing your Hair
Hairpiece
Long Hair
Rocking Chair (because chair has the word hair?)
Salon
Shampoo
Hairdresser
White Hair
Haircut
Brunette
Pubic Hair (hahahaha)
Dreadlocks
But nothing on the topic of pulling hair out of one's mouth. So I switched tactics and started looking up "Mouth" wherein I found "To see a mouth in your dream signifies your need to express yourself or talk about an issue that's bothering you."
Huh. Go figure.
******
Upon reflection, what I really want to express is this:
Try reading this and applying it for you. You know who you are. In the meantime, I will keep praying that God will help us find common ground for the only person who matters the most.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
remember
Mom do you remember when you used to take Bex and I to Len's Mill Store? This was before Kim was born so I would have been under 7 (we didn't seem to make it there as much after Kim came because that's when you started having problems with your heart and getting sick all the time). Do you remember how we used to go after Church and hunt for fabric and buttons? I do.
Last night I remembered something I had forgotten for a long time. I remembered how it felt to step through those massive iron doors into the magical warehouse of fabric. I remember the fabric lining the walls in big, over-sized tubes, one on top of the other. The lighting in the warehouse was terrible so the corners of the store were always recessed in shadow. It appeared, to my little eyes, that the warehouse stretched on and on, row after row of fabric, into a vast nothingness.
I remember you walking between the rows, fingering fabric, carefully choosing the prettiest patterns of the best price to make Easter dresses for Bex and myself. We quickly got bored and played hide and seek between the rolling racks and around the stacks and bins of fabric bits. I remember trying to always keep you in sight but sometimes losing you and feeling afraid that I would never find you again in the warehouse; afraid that somehow you might leave for home without me. Wouldn't notice that I was missing....
Mostly I remember how I felt when you asked us to help you sort through the button bins. I remember feeling special that my opinion on buttons mattered to you. I remember the feel of plunging my hands into hundreds of thousands of buttons and the clinking, chinking noise they made as I wove my arms through them. The coolness of the buttons on my hands and arms. I remember feeling pride when I helped you find buttons that matched, enough to complete a set for the dresses you would sew (at night, while we were dreaming in bed).
I loved those afternoons with you and Bex.
Mostly I remember how I felt when you asked us to help you sort through the button bins. I remember feeling special that my opinion on buttons mattered to you. I remember the feel of plunging my hands into hundreds of thousands of buttons and the clinking, chinking noise they made as I wove my arms through them. The coolness of the buttons on my hands and arms. I remember feeling pride when I helped you find buttons that matched, enough to complete a set for the dresses you would sew (at night, while we were dreaming in bed).I loved those afternoons with you and Bex.
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