I’m starving. I’m so hungry, y’all. I’m hungry enough that page 83 of Harry Potter had me drooling. Oh, it’s not the main point of the chapter. Unless, of course, the fact that Harry Potter eats onion soup and bread has some large meaning to the whole wizarding world. I’m sure it doesn’t. But it has a whole hell of a lof of meaning to my world. Mainly, my belly.Read more
Here I was thinking I had nothing really to post about. Sitting here, watching my totally effed up site, moving Oma’s Place to her new location (update your links, BTW) and getting ready to move theflingers (no need to update links.. it’ll be the same) and as I was IMing Traci she pointed something out….
LB hasn’t been swaddled in three days y’all. THREE DAYS. That’s the longest we’ve gone without having to wrap our baby burrito in her life. She cries a bit, plays a little, and then lays down like a big girl and sleep. Without a binki. Read more
I’m giving up caffiene. I’m giving up not sleeping. I’m giving up working my ass off for people I don’t know or like. I’m giving up caring about the dust. I’m giving up junk food. I’m giving up the little things.
I’m going back to hiking and writing in my journal. I’m going back to going to bed at a decent time. I’m going back to being outside more. I’m going back to the work I love. I’m going back to working out and doing Yoga and drinking ten glasses of water a day.
Damnit, I’m going back to fitting in my clothes, having energy and being myself. I’m goin’ hippy.Read more
Y’all.. I hurt. Not like crampy hurt.. but hurt. Like knife-in-the-ovary hurt. Like “Helloooooo Uterus!” hurt. I don’t normally *feel* my uterus. But I am now. And the emotions? PLEASE! So far, I’ve cried at Dizzy Tangerine, Erin’s, Seuss’s, and Mama-C-Ta‘s blogs today. TODAY. *sigh*
I quote Mr. Flinger, “I know that the stick says.. but you’re pregnant.”
Which reminds me… How has marriage changed since having a child? ‘Cause after all this emotional crap and paranoia/freeky mommishness over LB,... Read more
So, I upgraded to EE 1.3 because suddently my site wasn’t requiring a log in. WHAT?! I know I know. Two things about the log in. First, I don’t want other judgy eyes or people who wouldn’t understand what my blog is for to read it. And second, y’all left comments with the safe feeling that it’s under a passworded blog. So when it comes up without one? Yea, I freaked.
If you came yesterday and didn’t need to log in, can you let me know? I’m not sure exactly when it all was open.
I took down a couple of posts for the moment that would concern me if they were read by some people. I’m working on the issue. I *might* go to a different system where you’d have to log in to see all of these posts (and/or any more personal... Read more
Another test today. You know.. just to be sure. (Although, I’m still not scheduled to start for another week.)
It said Not Pregnant.
That’s a good thing, right?
So why am I crying?Read more
Our Digitally Essential Blogger / Blogspot contest is over. Thank you to all who participated and GOOD LUCK!! Tomorrow morning I am gonna give your links with your haikus to the judges so they can decide which ones are the top for that will get the free custom design for their blogs. When they DO decide I will post an entry with all the haikus and of course the winners !! If you win you will be notified through e-mail and then we can start your design. So fasten your seatbelts….results coming soon !!!Read more
We’re not going. Kids have a way of laughing in the face of plans. Laugh, LB. LAUGH. You win.Read more
I’m driving myself and the girl to Seattle this weekend. Check that… I’m driving myself and the nine-month-old-baby-who-can’t-sit-still-for-a-min-and-hates-riding to Seattle this weekend. Alone.
Did you hear me? ALONE. ::GULP::Read more
It’s a big day in Blogland!
First, y’all.. you must (MUST MUST.. do you hear me? MUST) go send some comment love on these gals:
Paige who is JUST starting to blog! Welcome to blogland, Paige-O!!! Y’all will remember her. She was the pretty girl in the white dress in the wedding I got to be the Matron-of-Honor for.