I’ll be back after the first of the year. Much love to you all!
I hope Santa is good to you, but I hope your family is better.
Because one day I might find time to write words, today, you get this.
And also because I, apparently, don’t know what day it is… (It’s not Wednesday?!)
More People Who Don’t Know What Day It Is here.Read more
I remember my dad laughing out loud, heartily, at the show “Married With Children.” I remember thinking it wasn’t that funny. It was OK funny. It was “eh”. But laughing out loud? Not so much.
I think I get it more now. The two kids. The money. The sleep deprivation. The lack of a sex life. The “you better praise your lucky stars I shaved my legs today.” The job. The mortgage.
Did I already mention the kids?
The kids. ... Again ...
We had a long talk last night about our life. It’s hard. It’s not what we thought. It’s more all-consuming having these children. And that’s just from his perspective.
I know you know (but hey! Just in case you’re new here) I was the... Read more
Internet? I just sent my first boobie mail. I’m giggling like a naughty school girl. I’m peering around the corner like I’m going to get caught. I’m glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone noticed. Then? I log on and tell the Internet about it.
Because that’s what I do.
See, I’m giddy because both kids? Right now? Are asleep in one room. THEIR room. The KID ROOM. Do you know what this means to me? Do you know how many months I’ve been waiting for this? Except for the one exception: It’s a little like my preemie going off to college. Sleeping alone. In his own room. Across the hall. My god. He’s growing up so fast.
On the other hand, when I described our sleeping situation to some friends last night I... Read more
I once asked Mr. Flinger what the difference between Jesus and Santa was. He answered, almost immediately, “Weight.”
Later we got to talking about the similarities. Real person? Check! Alive only in people’s hearts? Check! Hotly debated? Check! Giver of gifts? Check!
I mean, sure, the fantasy surrounding Santa Claus goes a wee bit further than the stories around Jesus. I mean, it’s crazy, right? Bearded man living in the North Pole who has reindeer fly him around to drop of presents to every kid’s house? And as grown ups, we’re pretty willing to keep that story going.
But then? I wonder. If we’re perfectly willing to lie to our... Read more
You know how I’ve been all I dunno if I want to keep blogging and all The Internet seems like a horrifically selfish place now and I just don’t have TIME, people? You know how it’s kind of like your friend in Jr. High who always says she’s fat and you always say, “No, no you’re not” and you know how annoying that is? Like shutthefuckupalreadyaboutthenotblogging. Because? I’m blogging about not blogging?
I even annoy myself sometimes. Trust me.
So I thought it might help to let you in on part of why I came to a head with my blog crisis:
A) Apparently I am a blog failure. According to Read more
I am wearing a girdle for the first time since child #2. It is not pretty. The mass that used to constitute my ab muscles is now squished to the top of a size-that-fit-prior-to-growing-the-largest-belly-known-to-pregnancy “slimming” girdle.
This means one of two things is bound to occur at the office party we are attending tonight for Mr. Flinger’s work: a) someone will ask when I’m due and b) I will get very crampy gas about the time his boss makes his way over to our table and let a teeny tiny SBD slip out. And blame his boss for it.
Because I have a three year old. Because I have an infant. Because I have a large ass. Because I have a High School English Teacher that said to never EVER start a sentence with Because, I present to you:
The kind ladies over at the Seattle Mom Blogs are letting me share some fitness tips and such on their site. Brave of them, yes?
Please run and check it out. I’ll be updating on Monday with the three moves to do this holiday season. Three. That’s it. Three... Read more
Have I mentioned it only a few
times? The 24 hours of bliss? The new podcast site we created? The wine tasting party? Are you sick of it yet? Luckily it’s my blawg and the joy of The Blawg is that One can Blawg whatever they want. Even if the readers are all, “Stop with the freaking new site already! We GET IT. You like to hear yourself talk on top of reading yourself. Gawd.”
Luckily, I’m like a five year old holding her hands up to her ears, “I can’t heearrr youuuuuuuu.”
But honestly, y’all. This wasn’t just an excuse to promote our Wowzers, 24 hours goes pretty damn fast. The reality of night feedings is weighing back on me shortly, so my half-written OMG-I-hang-with-the-best-effing-people-in-Seattle will have to wait. But look! Michelle posted pictures! And so did I! I just have no idea what the hell this is. I’m pretty sure it’s Laura dancing. See? Don’t you see her? And her little black...
Look! A placeholder! 02/Dec/2007
Wowzers, 24 hours goes pretty damn fast. The reality of night feedings is weighing back on me shortly, so my half-written OMG-I-hang-with-the-best-effing-people-in-Seattle will have to wait.
But look! Michelle posted pictures!
And so did I!
I just have no idea what the hell this is. I’m pretty sure it’s Laura dancing. See? Don’t you see her? And her little black... Read more