Thursday, February 26, 2009
Shout Out
Just want to give a shout out to another friend's blog, one I probably should have known about a while ago but for some reason just discovered. Anyway, check out There....I Said It by the inimitable Jane Kovacs. http://kovacsjane.wordpress.com/
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Dr. Mom
I feel like I passed a major "Mom" milestone today. I successfully removed a splinter from Lily-bug's hand and she said it didn't even hurt. Blue ribbon for Mom!
On a completely unrelated note, thanks to Susie http://constantlyrelocating.blogspot.com/ for passing on a fun "to do" today. Google your first name and then the word "needs"and see what comes up. Mine was the following:
1. All Cathy needs is a big feather to fan him and feed him peeled grapes.
2. Cathy needs a Senior HR Mgr from IBM to come talk to her about organization.
3. Cathy needs an angel.
4. Cathy needs chocolate (ain’t that the truth!)
5. Cathy needs a cabaret agency in Sydney.
6. Cathy needs your help.
7. Cathy needs a bathy.(no misspelling here)
8. Cathy needs a wheelchair.
9. Father Cathy and her family need your healing touch.
10. Cathy needs Vicodin.
On a completely unrelated note, thanks to Susie http://constantlyrelocating.blogspot.com/ for passing on a fun "to do" today. Google your first name and then the word "needs"and see what comes up. Mine was the following:
1. All Cathy needs is a big feather to fan him and feed him peeled grapes.
2. Cathy needs a Senior HR Mgr from IBM to come talk to her about organization.
3. Cathy needs an angel.
4. Cathy needs chocolate (ain’t that the truth!)
5. Cathy needs a cabaret agency in Sydney.
6. Cathy needs your help.
7. Cathy needs a bathy.(no misspelling here)
8. Cathy needs a wheelchair.
9. Father Cathy and her family need your healing touch.
10. Cathy needs Vicodin.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Puffier and Fluffier the Better
What is it with girls and their fascination with bubble letters? You know the kind I mean - the cloud-like letters with scalloped edges and hearts over the letter "i" where ordinary dots would ordinarily appear. Have you ever known a girl who didn't go through a bubble-letter writing phrase?
For me, bubble letters bring back memories of passing notes in 7th grade - all the other girls of course, never me - or of logging a "So & So loves So & So" in a Chandler's assignment book.
The bubble letter fascination has appeared to have struck Lily early. This week it's been bubble letter this, bubble letter that. Personally, I think the bubble letters just give her a reason to indulge in her favorite pastime - coloring. At this rate, she will have bypassed the bubble letter phase by 7th grade and be on to something entirely different. Hieroglyphics perhaps?
But for now, bubble letters it is. And since Lily's been helping me pack this weekend for the upcoming move, the movers will be treated to seeing words like "Bar" and "Bath" spelled out in bubble letters on the sides of the boxes. I guess there's a first time for everything.
For me, bubble letters bring back memories of passing notes in 7th grade - all the other girls of course, never me - or of logging a "So & So loves So & So" in a Chandler's assignment book.
The bubble letter fascination has appeared to have struck Lily early. This week it's been bubble letter this, bubble letter that. Personally, I think the bubble letters just give her a reason to indulge in her favorite pastime - coloring. At this rate, she will have bypassed the bubble letter phase by 7th grade and be on to something entirely different. Hieroglyphics perhaps?
But for now, bubble letters it is. And since Lily's been helping me pack this weekend for the upcoming move, the movers will be treated to seeing words like "Bar" and "Bath" spelled out in bubble letters on the sides of the boxes. I guess there's a first time for everything.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I've Slapped Myself on the Hand
Racked by guilt = working from home on a Sunday aftenoon to receive an email from a work colleague from another company who you barely know who tells you that she's impressed that you find time to write a blog and you're thinking 'how does this person even know that I write a blog?' and then you think 'gosh how long has it actually been since I wrote in my blog?' and then you look it up and find it's been 3+ weeks!
BREATHE.
All while your child is also writing what appears to be something approximately the length of a "War and Peace" and because she can't spell you end up reciting every single letter of every single word in response to her "How to spell dragon?", followed by "How to spell clown?", followed by "How to spell wing?" ad nauseum, ad nauseum, ad nauseum....
BREATHE.
And it's been like that for the last three weeks, or at least it feels like it. Abominably, overwhelmingly crazy. Between the work weeks that have crept up from 40-45 hours back into the 45-50 hour range, and you can't slack off (not that you ever did) because layoffs are coming, to the endless parade of birthday parties (see blog entry from almost exactly one year ago), from selling a house to buying a house, from the maddening array of paperwork requiring initials and signatures for aforementioned house selling/buying to gathering other, yet similar paperwork for 2008 taxes, from having Pete's car repaired to having my car repaired, from swimming lessons to summer camp registration, from having to cook multiple meals in one night to try to salvage the food from the garage freezer that unfroze when the housing inspector forgot to flip the circuit breaker back on to, oh, I don't know. Oh, wait a minute, yes I do. Back to work. So now, in addition to doing real work, we're supposed to fully immersed in our social media tools, and Twittering, and Digging, and Yammering (the AMD company version of Twitter), and don't forget about Facebook and Mogulus. So when the heck are we supposed to be blogging?
BREATHE.
So THAT'S why I haven't written a blog entry in three weeks. Sue me.
Yet with all the madness, I think of the wide-eyed, grinning face on Lily when we suprised her the other night and took her to see Elmo's Green Thumb live show, and the unexpected pleasure from going to the grocery store this morning and finding the Oscar Mayer wienermobile parked out front, and the enjoyable Valentine's evening out listening to jazz pianist Ramsey Lewis with P. Daddy, and the upcoming gal pal trip with old college friends in Las Vegas, and how P. Daddy braved the "despicable" (say it in a Daffy Duck voice) crowds to satisfy his pregnant wife's desire for a mighty fine vanilla milkshake from Mighty Fine Burgers, and I can't help but think of one of the songs on a CD belonging to Lily.
The tune itself has to to be one of the most annoying melodies known to man, sung by a chorus of extremely irritating voices. But oh....the sentiment. With that they've hit the nail on the head. The song title: "I'm Happy in My Heart."
Funny, I think I can breathe again now.
BREATHE.
All while your child is also writing what appears to be something approximately the length of a "War and Peace" and because she can't spell you end up reciting every single letter of every single word in response to her "How to spell dragon?", followed by "How to spell clown?", followed by "How to spell wing?" ad nauseum, ad nauseum, ad nauseum....
BREATHE.
And it's been like that for the last three weeks, or at least it feels like it. Abominably, overwhelmingly crazy. Between the work weeks that have crept up from 40-45 hours back into the 45-50 hour range, and you can't slack off (not that you ever did) because layoffs are coming, to the endless parade of birthday parties (see blog entry from almost exactly one year ago), from selling a house to buying a house, from the maddening array of paperwork requiring initials and signatures for aforementioned house selling/buying to gathering other, yet similar paperwork for 2008 taxes, from having Pete's car repaired to having my car repaired, from swimming lessons to summer camp registration, from having to cook multiple meals in one night to try to salvage the food from the garage freezer that unfroze when the housing inspector forgot to flip the circuit breaker back on to, oh, I don't know. Oh, wait a minute, yes I do. Back to work. So now, in addition to doing real work, we're supposed to fully immersed in our social media tools, and Twittering, and Digging, and Yammering (the AMD company version of Twitter), and don't forget about Facebook and Mogulus. So when the heck are we supposed to be blogging?
BREATHE.
So THAT'S why I haven't written a blog entry in three weeks. Sue me.
Yet with all the madness, I think of the wide-eyed, grinning face on Lily when we suprised her the other night and took her to see Elmo's Green Thumb live show, and the unexpected pleasure from going to the grocery store this morning and finding the Oscar Mayer wienermobile parked out front, and the enjoyable Valentine's evening out listening to jazz pianist Ramsey Lewis with P. Daddy, and the upcoming gal pal trip with old college friends in Las Vegas, and how P. Daddy braved the "despicable" (say it in a Daffy Duck voice) crowds to satisfy his pregnant wife's desire for a mighty fine vanilla milkshake from Mighty Fine Burgers, and I can't help but think of one of the songs on a CD belonging to Lily.
The tune itself has to to be one of the most annoying melodies known to man, sung by a chorus of extremely irritating voices. But oh....the sentiment. With that they've hit the nail on the head. The song title: "I'm Happy in My Heart."
Funny, I think I can breathe again now.
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