Thursday, September 30, 2010

Special Delivery

I could say it's the end of story and clear as day. When you get something in the mail it should put a smile on your face. Mail, in general, is a rarity as it is and while I will go ahead and admit not the 'greenest' thing that is apart of our everyday - I will continue to send mail. I'll drink out of reusable bottles, I will recycle, I will car pool, whatever I can do to make the world a better place for my kid(s) and their kid(s).  Stop sending cards? I will not. 

Our wedding invitations were FABULOUS... and thank you cards matched but not fun. It WAS an experience to put them together and I hope an experience to get them. Then I started to get obsessed. 

Picture it: it was the first year we were married and had never previously done "joint" holiday cards, or any cards in general. I have a habit of buying cards... but the sending them part is where I miss. I have Mother's Day cards, holiday cards, THANK YOU CARDS filled out and addressed from my wedding shower... that remain in tact. And in my card box ... unsent.  Whoops. It is the thought that counts? Right? Tack.E. I know. I have weakness,  I am not perfect. 

What is perfect? When we get it right. Like our first holiday card. We went to a Halloween party that year - and NAILED IT. We were the Olsen Twins. Including Starbuck's cups that housed our fuel for the evening. Keg beer through a sippy cup top? It's awesome. One day, right before Christmas (I'm talking days) I thought, while looking at filling out the completely NON personal Holiday Cards that were not only not personal they were kind of boring (still have them... see also: issues with hording)... what if we sent out photo cards from Halloween? Love the Olsen's? Don't even put our names on it - just on the address labels? And a few minutes later and a couple bunch of bones spent on speedy delivery and our masterpiece was born: 

Be honest, it's hott. Killer. Da'Bomb. Hilarious. Fantastic. 

Truth: People (going on 4 years later at date of this post) STILL break this out with their holiday decorations, yearly. Seriously. Christmas lights come out, as do the Olsen's. Menorah gets lit and the Olsen's get hung. 

Truth: Following that up was hard. SO bottom line, we knew we needed a kid in there to spice it up.   2007 L's first Christmas

I think it's right about now that I realized that having a baby had many benefits including improving the quality of mail! Like Thank you cards - would no longer be boring. They would include such hits as: 

Thank You Cards for "Just Because" - new babies get a lot o stuff from generous friends & family. They deserve a BUNCH of thanks! 

Oh first birthday celebrations had to be spectacular. Thanks be to all things wonderful, I have a friend at work, Steph who is a genius and generous with her talents. She designed the following invitation. Seriously have you seen a better party invite for a first birthday? Sure, Steph rocked it - but I contributed the ADORABLE child and a website for the event - including at the time voting for a cake.  It was crazy. We had two parties to make everyone happy. It was chaotic. What can we say? L is lucky to have so many people that love her.  And I was lucky to have a talented graphic designer supply me with another piece of mail that is an experience.  

Fabulous parties mean the need for more fabulous thank you cards. 

Life got hectic and balancing work, life, life, and life got harder. 2008 we didn't have Holiday Cards. Awful. I know. We were busy living, having fun and L was attending her first wedding ever her Great Grandmothers! Another reason was we had a while after that trip with out a working camera, so that led to no holiday card. There were plans of a Happy Valentine's Day card or MLK Jr Day card but nothing really panned out.   I knew though 2009 had to be a good one.  First came Valentine's Day and then her 2nd birthday - and to be honest, I cheaped out on the invites, though I thought the wording was clever (enough) to pass. 
Another adorable Halloween costume because word fodder for Thank You Cards. Listen. If it isn't broke, don't fix it. 

And finally this past year's holiday card. One of our finer works. Sure it took a few HUNDRED pictures but we finally came to (one) of my favorite cards ever.

Yup. That's me & my ball & chain with the exact same outfits miles and miles away from each other - but most likely the same year to the right and our own little beauty flying high - she's doing "superman" while I am lifting her with my legs. She is looking down at me and I am taking as many pictures as possible. BOOM. It worked. What didn't? Apparently since we skipped a year everyone forgot our dog's name - poor Abelle. so upon wishing everyone a great holiday season ... they thought we were also announcing a new addition. Little did they realize she's been around longer than we've been married! 

Little things about me? I love making mail an experience. Also - for serious Halloween, birthdays & yes... the HOLIDAYS are just around the corner. What great ideas are out there that I can plagiarize?

*Today has been brought to you by the number 15 of the "100 Things" List about little old me. 
15. I believe receiving mail should be an experience.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Dear L,

Three years ago at this time, you weren't here just yet but you were well on your way. We waited forever for you, in so many ways. I was pregnant for almost a year (p.s. I'll forever be convinced you were actually 3 months at birth), your delivery took days, and the waiting for you to come home for the hospital was endless.  In retrospect, it turns out we were waiting for you before we even knew what we were waiting for. Worth the wait, doesn't describe it.

You are wise beyond your years and an old soul, that is for sure.  Your humor and wit is spot on, you have amazing comedic timing already.  You are beautiful beyond description.  To boot you are brilliant, but don't let that get to your head.  We love that you know who you are already.  When you are told how pretty you are, you are quick to correct them that you are "smart, too."  You aren't just a pretty face. 

We have some of those qualities, but in you it is enhanced.  We're funny (if I do say so myself), not horrible to look at and not to shabby on the smart front. The genetic mystery - besides your complexion, stunning blue eyes and wavy blond locks - has to be your athletic ability. The way you can throw a ball, hit a bat or kick a ball like a pro amaze us. 

Baby girl, pretty soon (not today - or anywhere in the 10 month vicinity, thank you very much) you won't be our only baby anymore but you will always be our first baby and the one who walked us down the road of the most amazing journey we have ever been on. 

We know the last year has been tough. We aren't always with you when we want to be. It hurts our heart how sad you get when we leave to go to the store knowing that you think we are pulling another disappearing act on you.  We hope you remember all the days we make up for it, instead of the days separately we miss your everyday. We do it ALL for you, everyday, every decision, every moment we think of you. 

Today on your third birthday we wonder how we lived all the years we did before you arrived. I suppose we were getting ready for you. You are worth the wait. 

Love you much. Love you always, 

Daddy & Mama

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Transform With Text: Hottness

Check out the Picnik Challenge - and if you think this is as hott as I do, say that it is "helpful." No major prize, just bragging rights and frankly. I'm rather in love with this idea. 
Check it out by clicking here.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

wordless wednesday

L posing at our old residence - Charlestown, holler. 


Over on twitter I've been tweeting out the random 100 things about me daily. God bless hootsuite for sending it out for me - on a schedule. Cause lord knows I try to start traditions that I end up forgetting to do. That said, I figured why not start a new one that I hope to not fail miserably at. Hey, that could be 100th thing. I start things that I have a hard time finishing. 

Thursdays will be my thing day, I think. If applicable I'll try to further explain why or what surrounding my 100 things in an attempt to a) have you get to know me better b) give me some subjects to write about c) because I think it's fun and really that's what this whole thing is about for me. 

Yes. That's the plan, and I'm sticking to it. You've been put on notice.

Saturday, September 18, 2010


Here is a first go at something I didn't think about doing until AFTER the pictures were already taken. It's a tradition when we visit the Geer's we let the kids run wild and jump on the couch. Next time I'll take better pictures - but I love this. Couldn't help but share. 

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Signora & The Backpack

In high school I had a teacher, we'll call her Signora.  I took her class for years and I can't tell you I retained anything, subject related. To keep myself in the class I had to write the words I had to know over and over again to remember them. We're talking Bart Simpson style.

It wasn't perfect, but it worked out. I took the Italian from 8th grade through 12th even though I could have stopped after 10th, I stayed. I elected to stay because despite never learning an ounce of Italian (though I can understand way more than I can speak or admit to understanding) - I learned more about myself in that one class, with that one teacher, than I learned anywhere else. 

You know those Hallmark movies, where the teacher goes into the inner city and saves a young gangster from a life of crime and incarceration? That was what it was like from me - except we were in the suburbs of Long Island, I was actually a pretty good kid and didn't need saving. 

I was a good kid, for the most part. I made decent decisions for most of high school, but I have always been an older soul.  I had a great group of friends I hung out with and some really good friends, at the time.  That said, when there were dances or events I would often be found on the sidelines chatting with the teachers - chatting with Signora.   I remember once at a school event we were in our usual chat spot and we were talking about my douche of a boyfriend at the time.  She looked at me square in the face, into my eyes, the kind of stare where you look into some one's soul and in a direct and almost unnerving way laid it out for me. I'm better than that, I'm better than this relationship.  I'm a strong person becoming a woman and I didn't 'need' things like I thought I did. Eventually I'd get that - if not that day but it hit a nerve somewhere in there. Did I go through life looking for the 'right' situation, like the way Signora told me about? Absolutely not. Did I at some point in the beginning of my relationship with the ball & chain remember that conversation and agree in silence that things CAN be easy?

The thing that stands out the most, that I still carry with me is a backpack she once talked about.  This, of course, has nothing to do with the Italian. I wrote a speech my senior year of college to be read at commencement.  I was chosen as one of the finalist to read and even bought my first suit for the audition.  I didn't make it, but the experience, like all things through out my life still exist in my backpack. 

(This is the part of the experience I break out my box of photos from high school & college to reference the speech - because I'm a hoarder with out being buried by my hording efforts.  It's also around this time that I realize, in re-reading my speech that it wasn't Signora that gave me the backpack theory but some unnamed professor in college.  To keep the integrity of the post, I'll tell you truth. It wasn't Signora but I'll get back to why I'm keeping it in the story in a moment.)

What's the backpack theory? 

Through out your life you carry with you a backpack,  middle school style.  It holds your memories. It influences who you are.  What you carry in your backpack drives how you interpret things.  It holds your experiences.  As time goes by your backpack can become overstuffed - you subconsciously clean house. New memories become more vivid and on top, while old ones stay in the bottom. 

It's nothing new, but it's stuck to me, as Signora has.  A woman who took her job beyond the Italian language.  For years I have recalled this story in my head wanting to write a post about how she made an impressionable difference in my life. I admire that kind of passing impression.

I keep the backpack theory in because regardless of who shared it with me, she's prominent on my backpack like a broken in patch she comes with me.  As I meet people and continue to journey through life she remains a major influential person I have come across. I wonder if she realizes the time she took to get to know me has helped to shape the woman I am today. 

Once again - big ups to the SITS girls and to the sponsors of the Back to Blogging event, Standards of Excellence, Westar Kitchen & Bath, and Florida Builder Appliances Put that in your backpack.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

repost - Aruba Bahama Come on Smoking Mama

I've been thinking a lot about writing a post about what brings people to this blog and thanks to the SITS girls I have a specific reason to talk about a title I am particularly proud of.  By accident I titled a post something that would bring the bulk of new readers to the site. Now, how often they come back? That's another story. Just the fact that I am re-posting the title of the dang thing will drive more visitors here, according to statistical probability. 

Side note: I love stats. It's a problem. I love excel. I love percentages. We have a sick twisted love affair with each other. It's one of those black and white truths you can't question, and I love that. I'm a black and white girl.  

Aruba Bahama Come on Smoking Mama is one of the titles that I am most proud of. I think it's fun and it makes me smile. I love all play on words and phrases that people find familiar. That's probably why some runners up included: 

In addition to being fun, I'm also proud of it because it brings all the girls (and guys) to the yard. As I look at the stats and keywords of how people find me this here post has brought me people searching the following keywords:

  • smoking in aruba
  • smoking mama aruba
  • aruba smoking
  • smoking aruba
  • smoking aruba mama
  • smoking mama
  • aruba + smoking
  • aruba bahamas
  • aruba, bahama come on baby mama
    • Personal favorite. Don't know why.
  • bahama come on lady mama
  • bahama come on little
  • bahamas come and bring your mamama
  • growing up in aruba
  • raising de motocicleta en aruba
  • smoke in aruba
  • smoking guarras
  • smoking in aruba 2010
  • smoking mama pictures
Sure I'm attracting people looking for smoking mothers in Aruba, by in large, but dude I'm happy to have a new reader or two. Beggers can't be choosers.*

Thank you to SITS and to the sponsors of the Back to Blogging event, Standards of ExcellenceWestar Kitchen & Bath, and Florida Builder Appliances.

*Disclaimer: I obviously do NOT encourage smoking mothers - or anyone smoking for that matter. It's a joke. 

wordless wednesday

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

repost - rehab

Were you here yesterday? If not check it out to get the full scoop. Long story short: The SITS Girls are hosting a blogging event this week with the help of generous sponsors: Standards of ExcellenceWestar Kitchen and Bath, and Florida Builder Appliances.  Still haven't heard back on my Kelly question, but with or with out her, it's cool. (Don't know what I am talking about? Check this out - real quick).  The Back to Blogging event is still open! If you want in, check it out here. 

I digress, the assignment today is to re-upload a post you wish more people had read and explain why it was important to you.

My post - as of last night - was all about how as I looked through my old posts I realized the early parts of this space,  was a lot of why I hate being knocked up, how pregnancy can suck it, how nothing goes as planned, a month long stint in the NICU can make momma a crazy cranky human being - not a lot of love and light (yes, I quoted Danielle from NJ Housewives).  I wish more people read a post about me and my Buddha belly and a crazy little show I put on because simply put, it's my life. It's how I roll and just one example of why I write - because the craziest sht happens to me, including the Care Bear stare

Then something happened. As I was going through to link to some posts that help to describe and 'show' you what I mean (see links above)  - I found another one that it turns out I need to re-post instead.  Sure I found a loop hole by linking the hell out of the top of this post.  What can I say? I'm sly like a fox.

The post is important to me because days like this one made me who I am today - the mother I am today. It is apart of the foundation of my mommy-self.  It frames most of my posts about L's stay in the NICU and it's one of the moments that I can pin point and have documentation for when my mama lioness instincts came to the surface.  It's a post with equal parts uncertainty and certainty of being a mother.

Without further ado: Rehab - originally posted 10/11/2007

Two days ago was not a good day- having had yesterday now behind us- I realize actually how bad Tuesday was. L was wilding out... stupid morphine. I am sure it carries a nice buzz, but the residual effect of getting her OFF the junk is not nice. She has all these "symptoms" of withdrawal that look like baby symptoms! I mean, I’m no expert, but on Tuesday I was convinced that the nurses didn’t know what they were talking about. That what they were sighting as problems, I was fairly sure non-junkie babies have.

They look at this list of symptoms and score her- to see where she is on the withdrawal scale- a 0-3 is where they want her… closer to 0 of course as she gets to 4-5 they watch her closely because once she goes to 6+ she is in a place where the pain, discomfort and overall danger is. It’s not that she will go and jump off the wagon and try to score some ‘phine at the corner- but with increased agitation and discomfort her stats could change. Her vitals- all those numbers and values we have learned about have been great. We don’t want those to change. She is off all aid of oxygen support now- and what is left to complete before we can take her home is to get her off the drug and eat independent of the feeding tube.

Tuesday, I wasn’t seeing it all as clearly. This whole scoring thing was driving me crazy. It is so subjective- they can mark her as having withdrawal - because she 
"isn't acting like herself." Now that quote would push me close to the edge.
"UMMM, LADIES, HOW do you know what she is like? She is 11 days old and is only now starting to feel anything because you've had her hopped up on drugs since day 1."

That's what I feel like screaming at the nurses.... but instead I smile and say thank you- and pick up my crying little girl and try to calm her quick enough that she doesn't get a bad 'score.' I do ask a lot of questions, but at a certain point I have to have faith in what they are doing- and trust they know what they are doing- but I do question a lot... I can't tell if they appreciate it or want to hurt me. I figure either way I win.

Appreciate it- they like me. They are good to L.
Want to hurt me? Well then they will want to make L better asap to get rid of me asap.

Some signs of withdrawal are:
- crying
- spitting
- sneezing
- alertness
- diarrhea

The nurse we had Tuesday- literally everything L did- I got “that’s a sign of withdrawal.”

The day went like this-

LAG wakes up and fusses until I pick her up.
Nurse says, “that could be a sign of withdrawal”
I say, “Don’t most babies cry when they wake up and need a change?”

LAG shats her brains out. Literally.
Nurse says, “that could be a sign of withdrawal”
I say, “Don’t babies usually have nasty diapers?”

LAG spits up her food.
Nurse says, “that could be a sign of withdrawal”
I say, “Could it perhaps be the fact that she got too much food in this feeding? She hasn’t eaten this much to date- doesn’t it take time to expand the belly?”

LAG sneezes.
Nurse says, “that could be a sign of withdrawal”
I says, “Don’t kids sneeze or is that generally just an adult behavior?”

I was angry on Tuesday thinking that they were just going to willy nilly give my babe her fix, rather than fixing her- sleep deprivation will do that. I questioned a lot and did more research – and like I said ultimately we had to decide whether or not we were going to have faith in the professionals- because last we checked we didn’t attend any kind of medical school. Tuesday night, as they said they might, they increased her morphine and Wednesday I finally saw what the nurses and doctor was telling me. She was a different baby. IF she didn’t have the same cute mug, I might of thought they switched her out with a different girl.

The amount of morphine she was on while they were making her lungs better, was extremely high- and coming down from that will take time. Patience has never been a virtue that I have had, but everyday she teaches me what it’s all about. Last night, they took her down, back to where she tweaked out on Tuesday, and as they said it would happen she is doing better. She is handling this reduction like a champ.

She is currently 1/2 way there to 0. This is in less than a week from when they started weaning her off- looking at it like that shows what a Rock Star she is. But everyday is a different day- nobody said rehab would be easy.

Monday, September 13, 2010

repost - first comes love

I'm participating in a blogging event this week. I like the idea of being challenged and given some themes and subjects to consider when writing. This one has a few that I hope will help me to reconnect with my blog.  It sounds like we are estranged or something, we're not. Still in love and all that but it's part of  continuing to blog and my hope to be better this year. It's also, as many things in my life are, a bit embarrassing. Going through old posts and critiquing is going to be a pain in the ass embarrassing fun. The event is pretty interesting, if you want in, check it out here

The SITS Girls are hosting the event and to sweeten the pot they have a sick giveaway (decoding for you - sick in this case is good and give way is a prize you win for participating and getting the word out). Would I put my nose up at Thelma & Louise? Heck no - these ladies need respect.  That said, I never win anything and I'm doing this for the fun of it. (Decoding for you: the prize being kick ass washer and dryer system from Electrolux that have been lovingly named Thelma & Louise.) 

For that, I would like to applaud the sponsors to this week long event: Standards of ExcellenceWestar Kitchen and Bath, and Florida Builder Appliances.  Pretty great of them to get on board and be able to make dreams come true. My question is: will Kelly Ripa be coming over to teach me how to bake cookies, fold the laundry at superhero speeds and be able to throw clothes into the room that make it into the closet? If that is the case, and I missed that in the fine print.  Let me know, because I pimp the heck out this contest and sponsor information if this is so. 

Now onto the re-post of my first post: 

first comes love - originally posted 5/2/2007

The story is an oldie but a goody- it's a little bit of history.

Picture it University of Hartford circa 1998: J a freshman with a bullhorn and a mission running around campus and C visiting his best friend from high school having no idea that these two star crossed lovers would be walking down the aisle 7 years later.

Timing never a friend to the couple, years pass and a friendship grows. Camping trips, weekends at 67 Chester Street, barbecues, parties- these two nicknamed Mama and Daddy would always be paired to help organize! Food fights, games, mayhem and madness would always ensue- and behind it all a crush that is never talked about.

Fast-forward to New Years Eve 2002- C has moved to Hoboken, NJ and has jumped into the dating game. Over drinks the conversation turns- C needs a lesson on kissing. What’s a friend but someone willing to help another friend out? Minutes later a group has gathered in the kitchen to see J and C kissing in the corner- with lots of work ahead of him- J advises to just keep practicing- it has to get better with practice. She hopes.

A few years later, a wedding brings them together once again. This time things are different- looking back they both felt it but was unsure if the other felt the same way. Something about the air, the environment- you couldn’t have asked for a better day. A weekend full of friends, fun and celebration brings the couple to a wedding. A night of dancing- dropping it like it’s hott and a ride home. C joins J, sharing a seat when there was plenty of room for everyone to have their own seat. Finally timing works for C & J- no one knows who kissed who or why- it was meant to be the kind of situation and kiss you only see in the movies. A romantic comedy of course, look at the characters. Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketPhoto Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketPhoto Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketPhoto Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Reality sets in and C returns to his home, at the time, sunny California. It is here he reviews the “Rules” and practically drives J to a nervous breakdown. A call doesn’t come until 3 days later- per the Rules guidelines. Timing once again rears its ugly face- after days of waiting a call comes and J’s cell phone dies. She returns to work to finally have the conversation… nerves set in, and hence comes the most awkward phone conversation ever taken place on this earth. After weeks of phone calls- that get better, of course and many many emails the only thing to do is to plan a visit.

J plans a trip to San Francisco to test the waters- since she was not raised a fool she brings a wing man just in case! My B chaperons J and C for a few days- however it turns out they didn’t need a buffer. They were just fine. Better than fine. They realized this is not just a crush.

The timing curse rears his ugly head- C moves to Boston, MA and J takes a transfer with her job to Long Island, NY. Over a year of long distance, 4-8 hour traffic filled drives, phone connections rattled with “Can you hear me now?” and then a new complication. The addition of Abelle- a puppy that needed attention, love and considered whenever a trip was planned. While the commute terrible- the relationship grew and strengthened.

In October of 2005, as they started to pack J up to make the move back to Boston- so that they would finally be in the same city a hiccup of poor timing might have just been the most perfect way to ask J to be C’s wife.

Living in the same city- the stories continue and the story only develops.

Ok now that you've time traveled, you are back in 2010 and I want to tell you what I would change and what I loved.

  • The whole thing! First, I would have probably started with the what or why to blogging and  frame the whole thing, rather than jumping into how I got here. 
  • Most importantly - damn this is scattered. I write from a prospective that is my voice but holy hell I jumped all over the place.   To be fair, the blog itself was started as a lazy(wo)man's way out of mass emailing my friends and family about how crappy I felt when I was knocked up.  The people reading at the time knew the characters. 
  • I probably wouldn't flood 5/2/2007 with the continuation of the story.  While this is my first post, I sequentially published Then Comes Marriage and Next Comes Baby In a Baby Carriage minutes apart. I would have spread out the love a bit more.
  • Finally, and this is something I still need to do something about -  I need to change the name of this damn blog. When I say the name, no one knows how to spell, what it even means, that it is part of my last name, etc. That's still a work in progress that I perpetually keep putting off.  Jumping into the social part of social media - commenting more, joining more of these themed writing events, etc I'm sure isn't going to help matters when I make the shift. Maybe the new name should be "Can't Get It Right" or "Procrastinator Killed the SEO."  See, nothing catchy coming to mind.  
  • The pictures. They really do say it all. 
  • Our story, despite not being able to follow it - trust me. I love our love story. 
How it might look today, if I was able to think about it more. First, I would post the following on a cleverly named site and URL TBD. 

Dear Diary, 

I know you know this, but I didn't want to walk away in silence and not provide us with closure.  It's the closure we both deserve. We have had a tumultuous relationship. We go back and forth with commitment, dedication and consistency. I'm with you, I'm with out you, I love you, I lost you - it's really been quite a roller coaster, you and me. I know this is going to sound like a line, but I mean it from the bottom of my heart. 

It's me, not you. 

I just can't commit to you on the daily and you deserve more. Frankly, I feel like I've evolved in a world that you have stayed still in. People change.  I need to change fonts, the ability to post pictures, easy search functions and spell check. You know me, you know I need spell check.  You can't deny me that. I need more out of this relationship than you have the ability to support. I've gone through my life trying to change you, but you are who you are.  You deserve to be appreciated and I can't - not today or tomorrow. Most likely any day. 

I know what you are thinking, "You ungrateful little B. You'll be sorry. This experimental time in your life will not provide you with what I have and would have." Maybe you are right.  The heart wants what the heart wants - and I want me a blog. I thought it would only be fitting, since I spent much of my adolescent life re-writing words to songs that I loved at the time that I would leave you with a song that best describes my feelings. 

Good bye sweet, Diary, it's been quite a ride. I hope someday you can find it in your heart lock to forgive me. 


P.S. That's another thing that has changed, remember what I had to do to figure out the words to songs? I would have to wait for the song to come on the radio, time the "record" carefully on a tape deck and hope to God that a stupid DJ wouldn't jack up the recording with some kind of announcement as it ended? Now a days, I can buy a song with a click of a button.  I don't have to listen to it incessantly while I feverishly write down the words either.  All I have to do is search on the world wide web for song lyrics and hope I don't download a virus. It's less risky than the DJ interruption which would jack up my recordings 99% of the time. 

Anyway, as I was saying, as a cracked out wise woman once sang:

"I Will Always Love You"

If I
Should stay
I would only be in your way
So I'll go
But I know
I'll think of you every step of
the way

And I...
Will always
Love you, oohh
Will always
Love you
My darling you

That is all I'm taking with me
So good-bye
Please don't cry
We both know I'm not what you
You need

And I...
Will always love you
Will always love you
You, ooh

I hope
life treats you kind
And I hope
you have all you've dreamed of
And I wish you joy
and happiness
But above all this
I wish you love

And I...
Will always love you
Will always love you

I, I will always love
Darling I love you
I'll always
I'll always

Friday, September 10, 2010

Kid City - My City

Last week, I took the day off to spend the day with my girl. We've been eyeing Kid City in Middletown, Connecticut. Seriously check it.

The feedback and bottom line? A.Maz.Ing.

Why? Let me count the ways. 

GENIUS. A parent emergency kit. GENIUS.
air + balls + pigs = HOURS of happiness
In addition to balancing the balls on the air streams - you feed the piggy the balls and they are blown all over the place through a maze. What happens? Hours of happiness and screaming... 

"Piggies eat balls! He loves balls!"

Apple picking and manual labor!
Chalk. Walls. Fun.
Lunch break, holler!
For lunch we headed over to the New England Emporium. Holy. Fabulous. 

Yeah, I'm doing reviews. I want you to know where to head and what to do.  Did I get any for this? Heck no. That said, if New England Emporium OR Kid City want to throw me a bone - I wouldn't shake a stick at that! 

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Where I Get My Genius On!

Today a learned a lot of things.  I learned what a meme is and how damn cluttered I work.  I heard about a one time meme through Laurin Evans and thought let's do this dance. She asked the question how do you do what you do?
Originally when we moved (I say recently a lot, but it's actually been a year) the plan was to rent while we look for a house and buy something. In the interim we'd be going down from a two family income household to a single income so we found a SMALL place with three bedrooms. One for us, one for the kid and a small office for the ball & chain.  He was going to be working from home. That was the plan.  I was going to stay home with L and I hoped be able to organize our life, myself and maybe even write a bit more, blog a bit more, do a bit more outside the walls of the office I was working in.  Enter a great opportunity to continue to work with the company I have been working with for 7 years.  Work from home, for a company I love and with people who have become more than colleagues, sure - why not? Maybe even having the best of all worlds? I punk'd myself and our plans for an apartment we had already signed for. What to do? Give the kid the smallest room which would have been the ball & chain's office - we figured she's 2 how much room does she need? The "master bedroom" and the largest room in the house became OUR office since we'd both be working from home. That's right, OUR office. 

It actually works, despite our completely different jobs, styles and volumes of voice - it works. 

We are different. Duh. You'll SEE how clear that statement is when you see our work space (you'll see, be warned). He likes to listen to music, I forget if it's on or not unless I'm working on some kind of statistic or report.  If excel is up - I'm usually listening to some kind of Jersey Shore - ish play list.  Fist pumping and beating the beat make formulas, formatting and data work for me.  I pace a lot when I'm on the phone from kitchen to living room (I forgot to take pictures of my path).  If my desk or desktop doesn't clue you in to how I work and/or how I write I don't know what to tell you.  I blog mostly from this cush little spot on the couch (you'll see), writing this bad boy here right now.  That said sometimes if I get an idea or start to think about some things I will draft them from my desk.  Sometimes if I need the quiet I'll go back to my desk and get things done.  My space may give you heart palpitations, but I assure you I know where everything is and there is a method to my madness. Confession: I may or may not have even straighted up a bit before the photos - but ONLY a little!

my go-to spot. me & my mac. my buddy. my girl.

Follow along with my mayhem, inspiration & space!
  1. Oh Edward. Half joke. Half favorite decoration. I would have a life size cardboard pop up if I found one out and about. He looks over me and I look at him when on long conference calls. Swoon.
  2. My bulletin board is my life line.  It stores all things important like rando bumper stickers, old holiday cards, fun greeting cards, things that make me smile.  Smiling = life life. Also a life line? Important numbers I can't seem to remember, including 4 digit extensions that I've known for years. The board has too many jokes that you'd have to "be there for" to describe but I smile every time I look up!  Cool artwork given to me by a friend that she found on her journey through South Africa. All good things go up on the wall.
  3. Books, CDs & etc - I'm some what (totally) obsessed with dummies books, instruction books and how tos. In. Love.  I keep a few close by just in case I need to remember how to do something. Right now blogging ideas & using my damn digital SLR camera which I can't seem to use properly, despite my best efforts.
  4. Dress I am due to wear in November that I may or may not be able to fit into today. 
  5. Music station that DJ Jazzy Christoph mans and my second book shelf for office supplies, computer / camera wires, battery chargers etc - it may all look like a hott mess but I assure you everything is labeled. You also can't see my overworked label maker, but she's there. 
  6. My to do pile, you saw the close up. Not soooo bad? Right?
  7. Oh files files everywhere. The ones to my left here are things I need in a quick grab. 
  8. Picture of me & my ex-work wife on a trip to Mexico we affectionately referred to as our Honeymoon-Springbreak 2004. Exes only because she moved and worked her ass off to become a nurse.  She's getting married in a few months and I am absolutely honored to stand up beside her in her wedding party. Only issue? See #4.
  9. Here (usually) lays my mac & iPhone. Multitasking is at it's best when I need to text, work off my mac because my PC is ticking me off or otherwise occupied. 
  10. Here stands dreams of projects or things to do.  Pictures to put in frames, albums, a craft box to do crafty things with (unsure what exactly), and boxes of L's artwork that the ball & chain can't seem to throw away. I can't say I help the matter - see red box full of art. 
Maybe it's because when I worked in an office where I could only have 2 personal items on my desktop, I've clearly gone rogue working from home. Continuing to work full time from home is ultimately a blessing, but it isn't always easy.  Figuring out the balance isn't always possible or easy (see wanting to post this before the end of the day and hoping that no one notices this is actually posting tomorrow), but I'll keep at it. I'll continue to make piles of things to do, sit in my spot, and TRY to make things happen. Oh and I'll also be buying my office buddy the most ridiculous souvenirs I can possibly find when I'm out and about.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

What the WHAT?

"What word are we using?" my ball & chain calls from the other room.
"What the hell is he talking about?" I think.

"WHAT WORD ARE WE USING?" he screams this time, opening the office door to look at me with intensity.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I say.

"The vagina. The VAGINA! What are we calling IT - the VAGINA?" he replies in such a way, I can not understand why out of left field simply asking me "what word are we using?" would immediately trigger me to think - oh he's talking private parts.

Truth be told, I've been thinking about this a lot because she's talking more, referring to things more, and  it's the parts she has, it's parts we have to talk about.

Confession time.

I'll admit it. I was going in the way of "ooh-la-la" or even a "woo-woo."  I first thought I was going the route of ooh-la-la because well, it's hysterical and fun and why the hell not? The more I thought about it though the more I realized it was funny but not funny.  I started to think about it. Should she feel uncomfortable using words properly just because I do?  Should she hide behind humor because sometimes that's what I do?  This whole parenting gig isn't always (ever) glamorous - but it is powerful.

"With power comes great responsibility." - Spiderman's uncle.

It's our responsibility to make sure she grows up a good kid and a better person. If she inherits our humor, so be it - I'm not thrilled of how much she might curse at the end of the day, but I hope she does laugh, A LOT. I hope the laughter doesn't comes from a place of hiding.  I need to model that behavior though and step out and shout it from the rooftops if I need to.

So vagina. vagina. vagina. That's what we are calling IT. Vagina. Vagina. Vagina.

(Last line very much inspirited by reading and listening to Dr.
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