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If Cyndi Lauper were coming I'd totally be down

Is anyone going? Attending for the weekend or one day vs the other? I'm close enough that I could come down for one day but which one should I choose?

Anyone?

If Cyndi Lauper were coming I'd totally be down

Is anyone going? Attending for the weekend or one day vs the other? I'm close enough that I could come down for one day but which one should I choose?

Anyone?

Cruise control

My son does this thing; It's adorable, he's always done it. He sits properly on a chair, elbows on the armrests and then taps his hands. Tap. Tap. Tap. As if saying, Yep, just sitting here. I'm just sitting here waiting for something good to come along..

I have had that feeling for longer than I'd like to admit. It's as is if after all these months of blogging I woke up and had nothing left to say. I don't comment often, not because I don't enjoy or appreciate or disagree with what someone is saying, but because I enjoy the reading, I just don't feel motivated to join the discussion. But a funny thing happens, when you stop commenting, most people stop commenting to you. And that, is how a little thing called a blog and all the community it brings with it can disappear.

I've been so busy. (All-together; Aren't we all?) But it seems like my days are happening faster than my mind can process. The beauty of blogging is that it enables one to process thoughts and feelings and observations. Mine all seem to be bottleknecked at a synapse and not one of them is interested in budging.

I went on a weekend away. It was fabulous. I can't seem to formulate though, what a culture shock it was to see The Color Purple and hear these amazing gifted performers belting their hearts out over the running commentary and popcorn-eating-out-of-her-purse from the people sitting next to me. Or how I walked out of the theater carrying a teeny bottle of water that cost $3.00 and almost fell into a homeless person sleeping on the ground and wrapped in a blanket huddled close to the building next door.   

After that we literally stumbled onto a movie set at midnight right smack down the street from our hotel where we watched her stunt double and a bus careening down the street at 80 m.p.h over and over again and isn't it just glorious in these days of structure and routine and bed times and diaper changes when something completely unexpected and interesting happens to you? Even if it is just watching a bus and some fancy cameras during a warm night at an hour that I spend asleep the other 364 days a year? 

These experiences deserve thoughts all of their own, only I don't have them and it's going on a week ago and the memories are fading fast.  They are overshadowed by thoughts of family planning, season finales, finding time for exercise and family time before the sun goes down, day care guilt, work (see day care guilt) and my baby is growing up (more day care guilt) and spirited to boot.

I'm doing my best to get back in gear.

      

   

 

Cruise control

My son does this thing; It's adorable, he's always done it. He sits properly on a chair, elbows on the armrests and then taps his hands. Tap. Tap. Tap. As if saying, Yep, just sitting here. I'm just sitting here waiting for something good to come along..

I have had that feeling for longer than I'd like to admit. It's as is if after all these months of blogging I woke up and had nothing left to say. I don't comment often, not because I don't enjoy or appreciate or disagree with what someone is saying, but because I enjoy the reading, I just don't feel motivated to join the discussion. But a funny thing happens, when you stop commenting, most people stop commenting to you. And that, is how a little thing called a blog and all the community it brings with it can disappear.

I've been so busy. (All-together; Aren't we all?) But it seems like my days are happening faster than my mind can process. The beauty of blogging is that it enables one to process thoughts and feelings and observations. Mine all seem to be bottleknecked at a synapse and not one of them is interested in budging.

I went on a weekend away. It was fabulous. I can't seem to formulate though, what a culture shock it was to see The Color Purple and hear these amazing gifted performers belting their hearts out over the running commentary and popcorn-eating-out-of-her-purse from the people sitting next to me. Or how I walked out of the theater carrying a teeny bottle of water that cost $3.00 and almost fell into a homeless person sleeping on the ground and wrapped in a blanket huddled close to the building next door.   

After that we literally stumbled onto a movie set at midnight right smack down the street from our hotel where we watched her stunt double and a bus careening down the street at 80 m.p.h over and over again and isn't it just glorious in these days of structure and routine and bed times and diaper changes when something completely unexpected and interesting happens to you? Even if it is just watching a bus and some fancy cameras during a warm night at an hour that I spend asleep the other 364 days a year? 

These experiences deserve thoughts all of their own, only I don't have them and it's going on a week ago and the memories are fading fast.  They are overshadowed by thoughts of family planning, season finales, finding time for exercise and family time before the sun goes down, day care guilt, work (see day care guilt) and my baby is growing up (more day care guilt) and spirited to boot.

I'm doing my best to get back in gear.

      

   

 

What's wrong with this picture?

Go here. Check out the baby girl in the bikini top. Does this seem right?

What's wrong with this picture?

Go here. Check out the baby girl in the bikini top. Does this seem right?

Did I?

Did I mention Mothers day and the big fight I had with my husband that evening which ended with me saying "Happy F'ing Mothers Day!", absolutely dripping with sarcasm, when honestly I don't care if it's Mothers day or not. Until I was pissed at him. Then it became all important and I used the I am a Mother card. 

Did I mention that I realized the next day that I was grossly over-reacting because I have PMS and let it go.

Did I mention how much I HATE admitting that I am crazy bitch when I have PMS because I hate that men think every time you are crabby it's because you are on the rag?

Did I mention that usually they are right? That burns me even more.

Did I mention that I am 4 weeks away from obtaining a Paralegal certification?

Did I mention that means nothing except I can be paid a lot less to do a lawyers work for them, which kind of is already the case, so really, the point is moot.

Did I mention that me and my best friend are going to Chicago for an overnight trip, like with a fancy hotel and everything to see The Color Purple and Fantasia from American Idol is totally IN IT?! 

Did I mention I'm more than a little excited about that?

Did I mention my husband asks me if I'm gay every time I remind him that I'm going to Chicago with my best friend (who is of course, a woman).

Did I mention that "moot" is one of my favorite words?

Did I mention I am overdue for posting a gratuitous cute little boys in red tee-shirts eating cookie photo and I've got too much to do to keep writing these informative little nuggets?

 

Ponder that for awhile

Peace out

Did I?

Did I mention Mothers day and the big fight I had with my husband that evening which ended with me saying "Happy F'ing Mothers Day!", absolutely dripping with sarcasm, when honestly I don't care if it's Mothers day or not. Until I was pissed at him. Then it became all important and I used the I am a Mother card. 

Did I mention that I realized the next day that I was grossly over-reacting because I have PMS and let it go.

Did I mention how much I HATE admitting that I am crazy bitch when I have PMS because I hate that men think every time you are crabby it's because you are on the rag?

Did I mention that usually they are right? That burns me even more.

Did I mention that I am 4 weeks away from obtaining a Paralegal certification?

Did I mention that means nothing except I can be paid a lot less to do a lawyers work for them, which kind of is already the case, so really, the point is moot.

Did I mention that me and my best friend are going to Chicago for an overnight trip, like with a fancy hotel and everything to see The Color Purple and Fantasia from American Idol is totally IN IT?! 

Did I mention I'm more than a little excited about that?

Did I mention my husband asks me if I'm gay every time I remind him that I'm going to Chicago with my best friend (who is of course, a woman).

Did I mention that "moot" is one of my favorite words?

Did I mention I am overdue for posting a gratuitous cute little boys in red tee-shirts eating cookie photo and I've got too much to do to keep writing these informative little nuggets?

 

Ponder that for awhile

Peace out

Real Moms Fight Sickness like a Superhero.

Believe me if I could have, I would have. I have had a gazillion colds since my little man was born. I've had the stomach flu two times too many, intestinal issues, pink eye, bruises, contusions, skinned knees and an ear infection. (My first ever, which probably wasn't his fault, but since I'd never had one before he came along, I find the correlation more than a little suspicious).

I've had allergies my whole life and I can usually do a cold standing on my head, but every once in while I get socked with one that kicks my ass. You know the kind, you can usually remember them; My last one was in August of 2006. I was moving and had a six month old and it was hotter than the surface of the sun. I sat in a restaurant that day after working myself ragged and cried. I felt bad. Really bad.

I did that same thing Tuesday morning. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and cried. I felt sorry for myself that I was waking up again, after falling asleep hoping big hopes that I would wake up feeling just a little bit better than I did when I dosed off (propped up on a stack of pillows to curb the incessant coughing), feeling like complete shit. The husband had a big meeting and had to leave earlier than he could drop the little one off at school. I had stuff that was due and people who needed answers from me at work. Lunches had to be made, toddlers needed to be wrestled with, diapers needed changing, cars needed to be crashed into each other, cereal with milk needed dishing out and I could barely imagine the long walk to the shower with a head that felt like I had steel wool for brains.

I took antihistamines, decongestants, ibuprofen, expectorants, cough suppressants, elderberry, zinc and some cough syrup that had codeine in it that expired six months ago. (It sill worked.) I sucked it up, carried a box of tissues around with me all day, gagged on cough drops and drank hot water with lemon. When it got too hard to read books without coughing, I whispered. I took hot baths after my boy went to sleep in steamy bathrooms. I slept with a vaporizer.

I survived under conditions that five years ago would have had me under the covers for two days. Today I feel fine. A bit of a residual cough remains along with some day glo colored snot but from onset to conclusion I kicked this cold in 4 days instead of letting it kick me.

Real moms don't have time to be sick.

Your turn. (Here's how it works: Put up a post "Real Moms [insert what you do here]", followed by an explanation, a picture, and a "Real Moms...". Go to Real Mom Truths for more details. This is contest (a good one) AND it's fun. The winner will receive this amazing 4G iPod Nano and Chocolate gift set, plus a link to their post on True Mom Confessions on Mother's Day.

Real Moms Fight Sickness like a Superhero.

Believe me if I could have, I would have. I have had a gazillion colds since my little man was born. I've had the stomach flu two times too many, intestinal issues, pink eye, bruises, contusions, skinned knees and an ear infection. (My first ever, which probably wasn't his fault, but since I'd never had one before he came along, I find the correlation more than a little suspicious).

I've had allergies my whole life and I can usually do a cold standing on my head, but every once in while I get socked with one that kicks my ass. You know the kind, you can usually remember them; My last one was in August of 2006. I was moving and had a six month old and it was hotter than the surface of the sun. I sat in a restaurant that day after working myself ragged and cried. I felt bad. Really bad.

I did that same thing Tuesday morning. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and cried. I felt sorry for myself that I was waking up again, after falling asleep hoping big hopes that I would wake up feeling just a little bit better than I did when I dosed off (propped up on a stack of pillows to curb the incessant coughing), feeling like complete shit. The husband had a big meeting and had to leave earlier than he could drop the little one off at school. I had stuff that was due and people who needed answers from me at work. Lunches had to be made, toddlers needed to be wrestled with, diapers needed changing, cars needed to be crashed into each other, cereal with milk needed dishing out and I could barely imagine the long walk to the shower with a head that felt like I had steel wool for brains.

I took antihistamines, decongestants, ibuprofen, expectorants, cough suppressants, elderberry, zinc and some cough syrup that had codeine in it that expired six months ago. (It sill worked.) I sucked it up, carried a box of tissues around with me all day, gagged on cough drops and drank hot water with lemon. When it got too hard to read books without coughing, I whispered. I took hot baths after my boy went to sleep in steamy bathrooms. I slept with a vaporizer.

I survived under conditions that five years ago would have had me under the covers for two days. Today I feel fine. A bit of a residual cough remains along with some day glo colored snot but from onset to conclusion I kicked this cold in 4 days instead of letting it kick me.

Real moms don't have time to be sick.

Your turn. (Here's how it works: Put up a post "Real Moms [insert what you do here]", followed by an explanation, a picture, and a "Real Moms...". Go to Real Mom Truths for more details. This is contest (a good one) AND it's fun. The winner will receive this amazing 4G iPod Nano and Chocolate gift set, plus a link to their post on True Mom Confessions on Mother's Day.