Monthly Archives: November 2006

Introducing my new fiance . . . .

snowmanIsn’t he a dreamboat? I am so proud of the way this came out I just had to show you. I got the pattern here. I think that I need to make some more.like.right.now.
My husband keeps calling him Slash because he says there’s a similarity but I just don’t see it. I mean, no one bothered to embroider holly on his damn hat. I was going to include a picture here of Mr. Slash for you to compare but it just interfered too much with the infinite, wholesome cuteness of Bo that I couldn’t.

So I guess that this is it, huh? I’m going to write soon – I promise. Just maybe not right away – not tomorrow! I have really enjoyed writing everyday even though you probably haven’t. Here are my nominees for the Roolalenska NABLOPOMEES:

1. WORST POST OF THE MONTH: Celebrity Crush Haiku – John Cusack – It’s not that I don’t love you John but it’s just not a very good Haiku. I think George’s came out much better.

2. BEST GLOAT OF THE MONTH: Thank you America! – this all still makes me smile!

3. CUTEST IMAGE OF THE MONTH: (not counting your’s truly up there) Anaconda Vice.

. . . . and drumroll please . . . .

4. BEST POST OF THE MONTH: A story in which a daughter visits her Mother’s office and the Mother is thankful – I probably would have told you about this one anyway but it is such a good story that I have to award it something. I think this one also wins BEST P MOMENT but A P-Post runs a close second.

Thank you for reading!!

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Put down the Snowman

When I started doing this I thought, wow, what a great opportunity to pull out and post some of my poetry. . . . crickets. I know, I know, didn’t happen. Most of it is stored on the hard drive of my old computer which lives in the guest room. My husband wants to give it to Besta and Far Far. I’m all for that but I have to get a couple of things off of there first – my poetry, some naughty photos, dancing hamsters and elf bowling (though Besta might enjoy that one). I’m still not sure when this mass transfer is going to occur. I don’t really write any poetry anymore. I’m not able to concentrate on it somehow. I used to feel like it flowed the easiest when I was really unhappy. I don’t know what that says about the result but . . . I have often felt that my attempt at poetry graduate school – one semester at Brooklyn College with Allen Ginsburg as my teacher – was what ruined it for me. It was definitely cool to be there with him and listen to what he said but it seemed like he liked the quirky cool boys the best and if you were a female you had default strikes against you.

I’d like to say that I was going to put down the snowman tonight and get up there and pull some stuff off that computer for you for tomorrow’s post but I’m not promising anything . . .

Moving on (soon)

Oiy, two more posts to go. I’ve really enjoyed doing this. I never thought that I’d make it. And now in honor of my second to last Nablopomo post . . . I can’t think of a thing to say! With this project ending I’ve decided to try and start this. I’ve already had to rip it out once which is the way it is when I try to crochet but I’m going to try to finish it. If it’s not a total disaster I really want to try to make one of these for P’s birthday. It’s just so darn cute and her last name is already Peep! What could be better? Well, it won’t exactly be better if I pull out all of my hair while attempting the crochet creation.

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What the?

I used to work with a woman who was much younger than the rest of us – by about 20 years. We used to tease her about every young guy who happened to come into the office. Once we got Chinese food delivered to the office and the delivery guy was a young Asian man. After he left the office one of the older gals, Janice turns to the younger one, Kate and says something like,

“What about that one Kate? He was pretty cute for a chinaman.”

I happened to be walking towards her desk with a folder at the time and I almost threw it at her. I guess that she’s just totally clueless and she doesn’t have any sense that I might have found that offensive in the least? What is wrong with some people.

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All in All

All in all it was a very good Thanksgiving holiday this year. P really got into it this time. She ate a little “chicken” but I decided that I wasn’t going to rip my hair out about it. She never eats very well when we’re away visiting. We had the big meal at Besta’s house and we slept at my sister-in-law’s that night. It was very cozy in their den though my brother-in-law keeps a large python in a glass tank down there. The tank has very large metal clips on it to hold the top down. The snake still made G clearly very nervous though. P is not afraid of it and we talked to the snake everytime we went by. The next morning we hung around with them a little bit. P and her cousin made sprinkle cookies (always a huge hit) and we tried to keep them both from coughing all over everything. We went back to Besta’s that afternoon to see my parents (they couldn’t come on Thursday because it was raining and my Dad has to monitor the leaks in his roof – he’s a little wacky to say the least) and we had a whole ‘nother Thanksgiving meal. Besta had made two turkeys the day before so it worked out very well. The food was delicious yet again but I can’t say the same for the company. Far-Far pulled out a videotape of a family picnic from 1998 and you know that when something like that happens, it never means good things. We slept at Besta’s that night and P had her very best night of sleep while visiting ever! She must have been really tired. The night before was pretty bad, it took her forever to calm down and then she was flipping around and kicking us in the head. But Friday night was like a dream. Yesterday we spent the morning at Besta’s and had a little lunch (yes, turkey again) before heading out to our friend’s house for some real playdate-adult time. It was great to sit with friends and drink wine and watch the kids play. P was very good playing with their two daughters (aged 2-1/2 and 4-1/2). They have some really cool Little Tykes A-Frame dollhouse stuff that made me think we’ve got to upgrade her a bit (she’s got a little people dollhouse from 2 christmases ago) . . . . Anyway we were all home again by 10:00 and P curled right up in her bed and went to sleep. She NEVER does that so again, she must have been really tired. All in all I’d say it was a really good Thanksgiving and now it’s back to reality . . . oiy! I’ll tell you more about that later.

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Thankful to be home

Finally home again!! Hooray!! P did the car to bed transition thing like a champ tonight. Probably one of her best ever. Bless her heart. She probably knew we didn’t have any more in us.

I’ll write more tomorrow.

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Celebrity Crush Haiku – John Cusack

OK, in lieu of losing my mind trying to type on my sister in law’s laptop I’m just toing to post this:

John Cusack
Everytime I watch
you I know that you’ll love me
when we do we meet

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A story in which a daughter visits her mother’s office and the mother gives thanks.

I brought P to my office yesterday. She’s been suffering with a bad cold and I told her teacher to call me if it didn’t seem like she was feeling well. When they called they also said that P had some wierd red rash creeping up her back so, I got us an appointment to see the doctor at 1:45. I didn’t want to get stuck over the long weekend with her being really sick. There was time to kill in between so she came back to my office with me. I really had only one thing that absolutely had to get done yesterday and that was pretty much done already. I let P take over my computer while I ate my lunch. She turned to me and told me that she had to go to the bathroom so off we went. She peed, she pooped, it was grand. Fast forward to 1:15ish – I figure that it is going to take us a while to get out of there so I tell P that we have to turn off the computer now. She’s totally engrossed but suprisingly doesn’t give me any trouble about it. She helps me to turn off the computer. I say my Holiday goodbyes and wish my co-worker a very happy birthday (Happy Birthday Lil!) and turn to see P grabbing at her butt. She’s squatting and saying, “Mommy, there are bumps in my pants!”. I am totally clueless at this point. I can’t imagine what is going on in there – I thought she might just have a killer wedgie or something. She and I run back into the bathroom only to discover that she pooped in her pants. This is extremely unusual for her – she’s been totally potty trained for over a year now. She thinks the whole thing is extremely hilarious. Oh, the novelty of it all – I get to go to Mommy’s office and poop in my pants!! Now, I have to open the bathroom door a crack, so no one will see my bare assed child dancing around the bathroom, and ask my very sweet co-worker to bring me her bag from school. Thank goodness I took it when I picked her up because there’s a change of clothes in there. We get her into her Care Bear underwear (she insists she wants to show everyone before we put her pants on but I win that one) and come back out to my desk to put her shoes back on. Now I’m cranking to get us out of there in time. The doctor’s office is extremely close by but still I don’t want to be late. She gets her shoes on and I’m gathering our stuff. We walk back towards the bathroom and suddenly she points and says, “Mommy look!”. To my complete horror and embarassment I see that we’ve left a little trail of turds leading up to the bathroom door. The carpet is industrial brown and it is amazing how well it camouflages crap – the things you learn everyday. So, I scoop up the turds and we finally get out of there. I can believe that no one else saw the poops but I can’t believe that no one else stepped in the poop. Like my boss for example. Or my nice co-worker who brought us her school bag – or the birthday girl? No one did and for that I am truly thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Give thanks.

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A P-Post

Two charmingly cute things that P did lately:

1. We have always called her stuffed animals “peeps”. Not as in these kind of Peeps. More like, my peeps, my friends, my people. Don’t ask me why, ’cause I don’t know. More often than not, people think we’re talking about marshmallow candies when they hear us ask her about her peeps. Anyway she brings a peep with her to school everyday. It is supposed to be only for naptime though she often wants to bend that rule. (You can add that one to my Tuesday Before worries – I was worrying that P will have a hard time not bringing a peep to her new pre-school if and when we have to change her schedule around – more to come on this). So she told me the other day that one of the boys from the 3 year old room was visiting her room and she said, “Mommy, Derrick wants to feel my peeps!” I almost lost control of the car.

2. She was brushing her teeth on Monday night and I walked out of the bathroom for a second. I heard her calling, “Mommy, there’s a bug”. I looked and there was a teeny-tiny spider scurrying away near the baseboard. Next thing I know she’s trying to hit it with her toothbrush.

I hope that you all have a wonderful-worry-free-Wednesday before Thanksgiving.

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The Tuesday before

Since I’m not doing Thanksgiving this year I don’t have a whole lot to worry about but still I worry. Here are some of the things that I’m worrying about on the Tuesday before:

1. That G will be sick over the weekend. He worked so late every night in the city last week that now he’s really run down and sick. I think that he is planning on staying home today – at least he’d better be, I didn’t get to discuss it with him last night because he came to bed at 2 am.

2. That my oven will stop working when I’ve got my chocolate cake in there. I’m making this. (Thank you for finslippy linking to it last year). It is ridiculously easy and delicious but does require steady heating for at least an hour. My oven broke right before Thanksgiving last year and we had the guy come out and fix it. It still taunted me on the day and cut out at one point when I had the bird in there but it all worked out. I just turned it off and turned it on again and it was fine. Now it is really unreliable. Keep those fingers crossed.

3. I think that my parents will behave themselves this year but I will be mortified if my Dad starts eating before the toast and everyone has their food. He did that the year we were at Besta’s for Christmas Eve. This was the year that they were so mad at us for not going out to their house for Christmas that neither of them spoke to G or I the whole evening.

– – – I’m sure that there is more but that’s all I can think of right now – see I told you, not a lot to worry about.

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