| word meme |
[Sep. 22nd, 2009|09:45 am] |
My five words from moodywho
1. Monkees: I was a fan of the Monkees back in 86 when MTV and Nickelodeon used to show the reruns. Then I moved on to the Beatles and sort of forgot about them. They had another comeback when Carey and I were at the Land together and the two of us got all obsessive about previously unreleased material, trippy movies, Davy Jones's breasts and the dreaminess that is Peter Tork.
2. violet: This is a favorite color of mine. The color of the sky at sunset-- all light pink and periwinkle blending together. It's what I visualize when I do meditative breathing as it's very calming.
3. dancing: Well, we, of course, met at the infamous White Chicks with No Rhythm Dancing to Stevie Wonder Dance Party. That about says it all in terms of my skillz. I still can't bring myself to dance in public (at least not totally sober.) But I will get up and make a fool of myself with my kids quite happily.
4. daughters: I have two of them. Sometimes I look at them and feel so much love that it actually hurts. I'm treasuring their innocent years and dreading the time that the outside world starts putting its hateful pressures on them to be pretty, popular, thin, fit the mold, etc.
5. nerdliness: Is next to Godliness. Or it would be if I weren't an atheist. I am a proud nerd. I'd rather read than anything, my only connection to current pop culture is to mock it, I kick ass and take names at trivia games and I correct grammar for fun. My husband and all our friends are nerds. Nearly all my social life revolves around science fiction conventions. Nerds are my people.
If anyone reading this would like me to give them 5 words that remind me of them, let me know in the comments! |
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| On the eve of the day of my birth |
[Jun. 6th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
So I'm turning 35 tomorrow. I'm not sure---is that supposed to be one of the significant ones? Maddie made my cake today. It's pink with orange, purple, and black sprinkles. Lovely. Tomorrow will be a family day--there's a carnival thingy at Centennial Park with moon bounces and big inflatable slides that's free, so we'll be at that. Then next weekend, I'm having my grown-ups only celebration at a midnight showing of Rocky Horror. What? You thought I was going to host a tasteful cocktail party? You must have mistaken me for someone remotely sophisticated.
I haven't written anything in ages and I know I haven't written about Mollie since, um... her birth. So if you're wondering how the littlest one is doing, here's the scoop:
She's 11 months old.
She's a very long and lean baby.
She's crawling and getting into everything--just started climbing too.
She stands well holding onto me or a chair.
She has two teeth.
She calls me "Ma Ma Ma Ma."
Her favorite song is the one in the car commercial with all the giant hamsters.
Her favorite person is her big sister.
She freaks out when we have visitors.
She loves story time at the library.
She hates Gymboree.
But she loves Gymbo the Clown.
She loves pancakes.
She sleeps in her crib now after nearly a year of co-sleeping.
She rocks.
I'm having technical difficulties in getting my camera to talk to my computer, but when I get it straightened out, I'll put up some pictures. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 4th, 2009|11:20 pm] |
I stumbled across someone's diet blog last night. It was written by a woman who had a 3 month old baby and who was dieting so that she could be in pictures with him. She didn't want her son to look back and think, "where was Mommy?"
I found this so incredibly depressing. I wanted to leave a comment that said basically, "listen lady, in a few years, you know what you're going to regret? not having pictures of yourself with your little boy. you know what you won't regret nearly as much? being fat in said pictures." I just hate the thought that here's someone whose body has done an amazing thing and all she can think about is "I am not fit to be seen."
I speak from experience here. It's only been in recent years that I've been comfortable enough with having my picture taken when I don't look "perfect", whatever that means. I allowed no cameras near me when I was pregnant with Maddie. Then afterward, I was filled with regret that I had no document of that time. I was still a bit camera shy with Mollie, but I made sure there were at least a few pictures.
The main thing though, was that, for me, having a baby made me more comfortable in my skin. I'm not in a lot of the baby shots, but I am in some. And for the most part I don't care that my eyes have black circles and my shirt has a giant spit-up stain on it. Because 1. that's what new moms look like and 2. It's not about your appearance. It's capturing your love for your baby and creating a memory. But too many moms are so brainwashed by the whole MILF phenomenon that they're willing to let those memories go. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 7th, 2009|11:01 am] |
Maddie quote of the day:
"Can I be a Beatle when I grow up? I want to be John and play the guitar." |
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| Not dead yet |
[Mar. 5th, 2009|09:05 pm] |
Hey all. Just wanted to pop in and let you know I'm not dead. Not even resting really. Just haven't been in a writing mood for quite some time.
Let's see...what's been happening with me...
Maddie turned 5 last month. She had her first real birthday party with other kids and games and all that. So that was a big milestone. And she moved up to the Ballet 1 class from Pre-Ballet at my request (she was getting really self conscious about being in with the 3 year olds.) And she's said like three hundred weird and funny things that I would share with you if I remembered them.
Mollie can now sit up for about 20 seconds without toppling over and would spend her days rolling all over the house if she could. She gets on her hands and knees and pushes a bit too, making these "why am I not moving?" noises.
And I have absolutely nothing to say that isn't connected to the kids. Which is why I don't write. I've lost my sense of self. |
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| copied from Facebook |
[Jan. 24th, 2009|09:34 pm] |
25 Things About Me
1. I have lived in the same place for my entire life.
2. I am really sick of the place, but I'm trying to make the best of it for now.
3. I have generalized anxiety disorder, bipolar disorder, and post-partum depression. In short, I'm emotionally fucked up and take lots of happy pills.
4. I also have myoclonic seizures (violent, sometimes full body, muscle spasms) of unknown origin (epilepsy has been ruled out.)
5. My favorite swear word is "fuck." I try not to say it around the kids though.
6. I get really competitive (among other things) when I'm drunk.
7. My absolute favorite subject in elementary school was spelling and I was sad that it wasn't part of the middle school curriculum.
8. I was a vegetarian for 13 years and I can't believe how self righteous and pretentious I was about it as a teenager.
9. Pork is now one of my favorite foods.
10. I lost my faith in organized religion when I was about 12 and our pastor got caught fooling around with the altar boys. ( I know, such a cliche)
11. In another example of my pretentious adolescent self, I would only read "real literature" (i.e. the classics). Which, looking back, means I missed out on some decent YA lit.
12. When I was a kid I used to fantasize about moving into the library. I still kind of want to do this.
13. You will never guess it from looking at me, but I'm half Italian.
14. I have never been on a roller coaster. Nor do I wish to.
15. I have accumulated something like 96 credits at various colleges over the years, but possess no actual degree.
16. I have finally ceased feeling inadequate about the above.
17. I've never been to the left side of the country.
18. I once got recruited to be a model. I considered it briefly but turned it down because 1. I'm camera shy and 2. the "modeling" work turned out to mostly be porn. Um...I'm flattered?!
19. I once dated a guy I had no chemistry with purely out of boredom. But at least, I got to see Davy Jones and Peter Noone in concert.
20. I haven't had a pet in six years. I really really miss having a cat.
21. I think it's ironically fitting that my mother and I both have bipolar disorder and are geminis.
23. The diet industry fills me with rage.
24. I have an inexplicable fascination with Victoria Beckham.
25. I am doing this to put off starting dinner. Now I guess I've gotta haul my lazy butt to the kitchen. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|09:37 pm] |
And now it's time for another Maddie quote of the day:
"I just want to run around and dream. Can I dream a little bit?" |
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| catching up |
[Jan. 3rd, 2009|12:37 am] |
Christmas was merry and New Year's eve was happy. Santa gave Maddie a Madeline doll which she takes everywhere with her. Her second favorite is her orange and aqua triceratops which she named HoJo. Ok, so we may have suggested the name.
We decided to put the Saturn out of its misery and replaced it with a 2008 Dodge Grand Caravan. The thing is freaking ginormous. But with two kids and all the swag that we haul to cons, a big car is a necessity. It's kind of weird getting used to not being squished by car seats.
Mollie started on solids about a month ago. So far she likes everything except peas and is starting to try to feed herself (grabs the spoon out of my hand.) She's a lot of fun to feed because she's so eager.
We got Season 2 of The Muppet Show for Christmas. Maddie asks about five times a day to watch Muppets again now please. So far, her favorite seems to be the Elton John episode. "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" totally entranced her.
And now a couple of Maddie quotes:
"I'm not patient! I'm crazy!"
"Let's play ballerina dress-up tea party, Mommy!" (could she be any girlier?) |
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| High School Confidential |
[Dec. 11th, 2008|04:44 pm] |
I was comparing hellacious adolescences with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) theunveiling the other day. I'm not sure which of us was the winner (or loser, really.) But it did get me thinking and I've reached a few conclusions:
Nobody gets through their teen years unscathed in some way. And you don't figure that out until years later and marvel at your self-centeredness. (If they do manage to have a great time and they don't just end up peaking in high school, I officially hate them. Call me petty, I don't care.)
In spite of it all, I was pretty lucky. I had friends. Hell, I even had a boyfriend. True, he was an outcast even among the outcasts, but damn it-- I had a boyfriend! But it was mostly my insane, geeky, drama nerd pals who got me through things. And I'm so happy that I've been able to reconnect with some of them through LJ and Facebook. (And I hope we can meet up in person one of these days.)
So ekcamp, meep and markgarciachris---this is just to say thank you for caring about me then and for still caring about me now. |
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| Meme. Sort of. |
[Dec. 8th, 2008|01:47 am] |
7 Facts About Me (Some random, some weird)
1. I have prehensile toes. It's handy when I'm too lazy to bend down or have my arms full.
2. I'm a trichotillomania sufferer (compulsive hair puller) I spent ages 15 to 20 pretty much bald and still have periodic hormone related relapses---especially during pregnancy.
3. I used to think that not cooking everything from scratch was cheating. That was when I was single and only cooked occasionally. Now I'd like to invite my former self to kiss my ass.
4. I do not possess a college degree of any level. But I consider myself to be far more well-read and intelligent than a number of graduates that I am acquainted with.
5. Growing up, I never once got picked to be on a team in P.E. That's right--not even picked last, had to be foisted upon the team by the teacher. My athletic prowess was just that stunning.
6. Once I became a mother I pretty much lost the ability to be the slightest bit grossed out by bodily functions.
7. Becoming a mother gave me the confidence to basically say "fuck dwelling on my imperfections--I can create and nurture life--that makes me rock."
I'm supposed to tag 7 people to do this, but I really dislike the whole popularity contest aspect of tagging. So, if you want to do this meme--then hey, consider yourself tagged. |
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| My baby is a genius |
[Nov. 24th, 2008|10:07 am] |
Mollie just walked about 8 feet across the room. Andy had to hold her steady and she's got no real sense of balance, but she has figured out the whole one foot in front of the other concept and moved her legs of her own accord.
In case you've lost track of her age, she's not quite 5 months. Something tells me she'll be an early walker. |
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| Mmmm... Thanksgiving goodness |
[Nov. 23rd, 2008|05:18 pm] |
Have finalized the Turkey day menu. It will be as follows:
- Turkey breast rubbed with garlic, rosemary, olive oil, salt and pepper
- Stuffing (start with herb stuffing mix [but NOT Stove Top] and add chicken stock and sauteed celery, carrots and onions)
- Whipped sweet potatoes with orange juice and honey
- Roasted Brussels sprouts and red onions (olive oil, salt and pepper)
- Cranberry sauce (NOT from a can) with lemon zest and juice
- Crescent rolls (Yup, the wack-a-dough ones from Pilsbury)
And for dessert:
- Pumpkin chiffon pie
- Chocolate chip zucchini bread
Maddie will be in charge of the crescent rolls and zucchini bread. I will merely be a sous chef. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2008|08:21 pm] |
Maddie's new "favorite absolutely just right perfect" videos to watch are Yellow Submarine and The Monkees (Fairy Tale).
This makes me so very happy. |
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| An Open Letter to Bra Manufacturers On Behalf of Myself and All My Bigger than a DD Cup Sisters |
[Nov. 2nd, 2008|02:59 pm] |
To Whom It May Concern:
In the assumption that you are actually concerned with pleasing your customers, may I offer the following advice?
1. Please offer more of a selection of moderately priced bras. I can accept that larger sizes will cost more than smaller ones due to increased material, more skilled engineering required, less demand for very large sizes in general. However. $80 for a bra is too freaking much. I for one do not have a big fat wallet to go along with my big fat boobs.
2. You know how you make cute and sexy bras in the smaller sizes? Could you do the same for the rest of us? We're getting pretty sick of the white and beige orthopedic garment look. Thanks.
3. If you do make sexy bras for us, please do not use skinny straps. Have some sympathy for our shoulders and use the padded kind please.
4. More seamless bras please. Some of us actually like to be able to wear something fitted without worrying about bra lines ruining the look.
5. Please remember that most of us? Are still sexy, vibrant, confident women. We would like some lingerie that reflects this. You seem to be under the misapprehension that we either don't have a sex life or are just too old to care since you seem to make a whole lot of granny bras.
Please keep all those things in mind next time you design a collection. Those of you who heed it will probably get customers for life. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 31st, 2008|09:17 pm] |
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Copy this sentence into your LiveJournal if you're in a heterosexual marriage, and you don't want it "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow. |
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| All The Best Sports Are Disorganized |
[Oct. 27th, 2008|09:21 pm] |
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Your result for How good of a Calvinball player are you?... Your Grade= A+ Good knowledge and excellent strategy!69% Game_Knowledge and 93% Game_Skill! 
Amazing. You are part of the 4.3% of the population that landed in this category.* You know the game and its history well, and you did amazingly well when it came to playing Calvinball strategically. This suggests that you probably have a natural talent in Calvinball. You have learned that the trick to doing well in Calvinball is not brute strength, but quick wit. With your natural ability you could go far. You are definitely already talented enough to beat Calvin. A match versus the quick-witted tiger would be close. I'm going to give you the edge, but his superior knowledge of the game might propel him to victory. * This is a made up number. Take How good of a Calvinball player are you? at HelloQuizzy |
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| Quick PPD progress update |
[Oct. 9th, 2008|12:28 am] |
The meds started kicking in over the weekend. I spent the past four days wired beyond belief and doing things like cleaning the refrigerator at 4 in the morning,rearranging my dresser drawers, organizing baby clothes,having my own personal celebration of Discardia, dealing with both kids--with colds,no less(supervised,natch),talking nonstop really really really fast,and sleeping a sum total of 10 hours.
This morning I jumped up and down singing "I'm so excited! I'm so excited! I'm so....Scared!" and broke down sobbing. Ok, so that's not technically true. But I did hit the wall and it wasn't pretty. Good news is I got about 5 or 6 hours of sleep this afternoon and I'm on a more even keel.
And! This evening I gave Mollie her bottle and was able to relax and enjoy the experience. For the first time in weeks. |
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| I don't understand people |
[Oct. 3rd, 2008|03:08 am] |
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A couple weeks ago I found a cousin of mine on Facebook and friended her. Pretty much out of family loyalty and because she can be endearing despite being an airhead sorority chick who's a conservative Christian. As you might expect from this description, she just adores Sarah Palin and I am sure she's convinced Palin kicked Biden's ass in the debate.
What gets me though is that she* has two cousins that grew up with her. They lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, their mom (her aunt)was like a second mom to her. They consider her their little sister and she thinks of them as her big brothers. And both brothers? Are gay. And she loves them and their partners dearly.
So what I don't understand is how can anyone, even if they are dumb as a post, support someone whose views on homosexuality are so bound up in hate, superstition, and ignorance when they have loved ones who will be negatively affected (putting it mildly) if these views ever get put into action?
*Obviously they're my cousins too. |
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