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.
Friday, January 23, 2009
2009 Blog Goal
So, for a project at work today, I had to try and qualify a request for an interview from a certain blogger. I was trying to determine what tools were available to tell me where this particular blog ranked in popularity/credibility across the entire blogosphere. A colleague pointed me to technorati.com, which then told me this blog ranked somewhere in the 75,000 range. Of course, what does that really mean? How many blogs are there? How was it measured?
Well, I found out there are at least 2,523, 501 blogs in the blogosphere, which makes a 75,000 ranking look pretty good.
How did I determine that, you ask? Well, that's where Momsoon ranked in the Technorati poll. I don't think I'm at the absolute bottom of the list, but then again, there's no way for me to really be sure.
So, uber-competitive person I am, I ask you faithful half dozen readers to help propel Momsoon to at least the 2,523,000 ranking in 2009. That's only 501 spots up. Can you help me? Keep reading, please!
Well, I found out there are at least 2,523, 501 blogs in the blogosphere, which makes a 75,000 ranking look pretty good.
How did I determine that, you ask? Well, that's where Momsoon ranked in the Technorati poll. I don't think I'm at the absolute bottom of the list, but then again, there's no way for me to really be sure.
So, uber-competitive person I am, I ask you faithful half dozen readers to help propel Momsoon to at least the 2,523,000 ranking in 2009. That's only 501 spots up. Can you help me? Keep reading, please!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
US History for a Five-Year-Old
I know Lily's probably too young to understand most of it, but I'm looking forward to breaking the "no TV at night during the school week" rule tonight and watching some of the inauguration coverage with her. I was excited the other day when some channel flashed a picture of the Obama family on TV, previewing their upcoming coverage. Without the "P" word having even been uttered during the preview, Lily took one look and said, "That's the president!"
That's my girl.
More to follow.
P.S. Thanks to Erica at Moms are Talking About for her teachable moments blog today. http://bomoms.boston.com/post/momsaretalkingabout/inauguration_lessons.html I'm looking forward to read about what lessons you pull from today as well.
That's my girl.
More to follow.
P.S. Thanks to Erica at Moms are Talking About for her teachable moments blog today. http://bomoms.boston.com/post/momsaretalkingabout/inauguration_lessons.html I'm looking forward to read about what lessons you pull from today as well.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Just Another Thing to Love About Being a Mom
So, last night, in the middle of my 9-hour bout of sudden onset vomiting, Lily starts rummaging around the freezer. We've gotten accustomed to her foraging for her own food, and since it was close to dinner, we were suspicious. Turns out she was looking for one of the insulated ice cubes (you know, the kind you can freeze and re-freeze). Sometimes we use those on her if she's got a bump or bruise. She digs one out, brings it over to the couch, and places it on my belly so I'll feel better. So sweet!
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