Back to 'real' life

E and I are on our own again. M began his long trip back to the sandbox tonight. This last week was more than I could have ever hoped for, and I've spent a lot of time thanking God for me falling off that darn horse. M was a wonderful help and I barely had to lift a finger (aside from our new sport of E-wrangling - two people are just not enough to get a diaper on that kid). We're optimistically heading into this last leg of the deployment, with only around about a third of the 15 months left. Time is going to fly. I hope.

Really, Really Happy - All of Us

M is home on emergency leave to help me recover, and E is loving her new playmate. Bonding time aplenty.

More spontaneous combustion

Huge Decision = done

Outcome = Really, Really Happy

And to quote Forrest, "And that's all I'm going to say about that."

For now, at least.

Suspense. It's a wonderful thing.

I think my head may explode

Spontaneous combustion. Without a doubt.

I'm surprising myself at being able to even type.

Just got off the phone with M and I'm beginning to think he may suspect just how few of my marbles I have left. Seriously. It was bad. I found myself stuttering and unable to put together complete sentences, let alone intelligent thoughts.

The little corner of my brain that handles stress is apparently malfunctioning right now.

The Huge Decision that is going to make me either Really Happy or Really Pissed is about to go down. Stay tuned.

Happiness is . . .

Baby hands. Soft, gentle baby hands.

Putting E to sleep tonight was one of the more difficult nights we've had. The second she's out of the bath it's an all out war to get a diaper and pajamas on. No small feat with slow motion movement on this end. Add to the mix inconsolable sobbing, complete with crocodile tears and pauses to hack and sputter. Great for the stress level.

At one point, I could feel myself on that cry/scream/yell/bang your head against the wall point. I set the wriggling, screaming bundle of unhappiness down on her floor blanket and went into the bedroom and just screamed into my pillow. Got it all out.

When I came back to the living room, E was still sobbing, but now looking at me like "Why don't you love me, mama?"

Made me feel just wonderful. (sarcasm there, for those of you without that radar).

Finally I got her calmed down, fed and into bed. And she just laid there with her eyes wide open, staring at me. Like I was abandoning her or something.

Guilt is a powerful thing.

Out she came, and onto the bed we went. Snuggled up and face to face. As I was stroking her hair, mushing about how much I love her and how sorry I was I lost my temper, she reached her little hand up and stroked my cheek. And then reached out with her other hand and clasped my thumb.

So, there we were. Her hand on my face was the sweetest touch I've ever felt and, even just for a little while, made everything else disappear.

Jingle jangle

There are certain toys of E's that I have a deep disdain for. The Learning Puppy is pretty high on that list. Nothing says freaky like hearing "Hug me!" or "That tickles!" coming from a box in your packed up house in the middle of the night.

However, one other particular toy ranks just a little higher on the annoyance scale than that song filled pup. The Clink 'N Chew Keys are the most annoying things in my house right now. If you so much as breathe in their direction, this fake jingling sound keeps playing. Over and over and over. And there is no off button. Heaven help us if E is almost asleep and I don't notice them on my way to put her down. That is one of her favorite noises. "Jingle jingle jingle" go the keys. "Play!" goes E, eyes wide open, ready for action.

Even worse though, is when those stupid keys become a new play toy for the cats. Sitting alone, in the faint glow of just the computer screen, and hearing "jingle jingle jingle" coming from under the dining table is enough to make me just about jump out of my skin. Clearly their basket full of feline appropriate toys is no longer appealing.

When they start playing with the toy piano and stacking rings, we may have to have an intervention.

Wordless Wednesday - Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween from the cutest confectionery colored canine impersonator around :-)

In the holding pattern

So . . . . . .

I am not a wuss.

According to the tech at my MRI that I had today, I'm in for a bit of a recovery time now, due to multiple fractures of my pelvis and sacral region.

I knew it.

Now, it's just a waiting game to see what goes down when the full report from the scan shows up at my doctors. Not that there is much that can be done besides chilling out and not doing anything dumb to hurt myself more. But, there is a possible silver lining to all this, which I may or may not be getting my hopes up about. Further posting on this subject will come once there is an outcome. I'll either be really really pissed, or really really happy.

In the meantime, E and I are hanging out around the house, both slightly cranky (a combination of teething and boredom on her part).

I cannot put into words how much I have missed my broadband. Cable, eh, I can do without. But man, it feels like I'm flying through the internet world again tonight.

Gimpy

I'm still here. Daily cursings of dial-up internet, hard chairs, two flights of stairs, acrobatic 6 month olds, and quack doctors is occuring.

I still can't walk, can't pick the kid up without being afraid to drop her in pain, and still can hardly sleep no matter how I lay.

In short, this blows.

Why I will not be a bull rider any time soon

Getting tossed to the ground from a live, bucking animal hurts. Like hell.

This weekend I came out to my mom's and we had another sleepover (there's something about getting fed real food and having someone else to play with the baby for a bit that does wonders for the spirit). So, on Sunday I decided to ride the horse for a while before we left. I've been meaning to jump on him for weeks now, and it was a beautiful day, so I hauled the saddle out to the barn and tacked him up.

Now, this horse has a very ornery streak to him. For years we've been working with him to not buck when he starts off loping. Not big bucking, just a little annoyed kick of the back feet. On Sunday, he was an angel. Not one buck, did everything I asked him to. And then, I made the mistake of thinking "just one more time around." Apparently he had had enough and made sure I knew it. He bucked and lurched and jumped all the way across the damn pasture. And I hung on almost the whole way. Until he headed towards the fence. I'm pretty sure I started to bail off, and got tossed at the same time. And I hit the ground hard. No tuck and roll here. Though I did roll as fast as I could in hopes of not getting stepped on, as I had visions of hooves smashing into my skull. That's always a pleasant thought.

Anyways, I was yelling as I went down and mom came running with E. She couldn't get me up, so I laid there trying to catch my breath while she caught the horse and stuck him in the barn (cause a loose horse was the last thing we needed). Eventually I crawled my way into the house and collapsed on the couch. Standing up made me blackout, and when I was still that way an hour later, we realized there was no way my mom was going to get me into the car and to anywhere to get x-rays, so we called an ambulance and I got my first ride in one.

I spent forever at the hospital - they forgot I was even there in the first place, forgot to put in orders for stuff, etc - and got sent home with a diagnosis of "contusions on the kidney and other bruising" and was prescribed nothing. They were kind enough to recommend some over the counter Motrin.

So, here I am, camping out at my mom's house for a while because I can't walk without supporting myself on something, can hardly pick E up and still almost pass out from time to time when I move. It took me 10 minutes to get from the bedroom to the kitchen this morning. I'm not a wuss or a hypochondriac, but I'm pretty sure this is not simply bruising when I can't put any weight on my one leg and have to shuffle everywhere cause I can't pick my feet up.

So yeah, no more bucking animals for this girl for a long time. There is nothing that makes you realize just how mobile you have to be with a 6 month old until you can't do anything but lay next to her on the floor and hope she's content to play like that for a long time.

20 years of riding and this is a first, so I suppose that's not too bad.

I worked out with Courtney Love today

Running down the path today in Cuyahoga Valley National Park, I saw an odd sight. Pre-kinda-cleaned-up-her-act Courtney Love. Lumpy, stringy and pasty. Shuffling down the path in all her indecent glory. Dirty, chunky blond hair, dingy and see-through wife beater, blood red lipstick, see every cellulite lump tight jeans, and a messy tramp stamp.

Of course, it wasn't really her. But the spectacle left me wondering what exactly this look-a-like was doing there. Exercising? Enjoying nature? Lost?

I encountered her three different times. The first time, I ran by while humming Celebrity Skin and making up a hilarious narrative in my mind (that I do wish I could remember - it really was funny).

The second time almost ended in disaster. I was on my way down the monster hill and deep in concentration. Fresh asphalt, a rainy day and falling leaves does not a safe trail make.

For those unexperienced in the science of asphalt, I'll break it down for ya. This awesome little reaction occurs when blacktop gets wet, and a nasty, slick, oily substance emerges as a film on top. A highly slippery film. Personally, I was schooled on this phenomenon when I was 15 and my boyfriend smashed into the car in front of us on a rainy day. Apparently, he was unaware of the dangers then as well. Now, add some damp leaves into the mix, and you've got a recipe for fun. And running shoes with no traction? Even better. And trying to desperately hang on to 35 pounds of baby and stroller before they go hurtling down the hill, dragging you behind by the safety strap? Absolute excitement. Thrills. Chills. And unstoppable forward motion.

Moving at a barely controlled slide/shuffle, I came careening around a corner and happened upon none other than Impostor Courtney. Smack dab in the middle of the trail, bent over, and tying her shoes. Nothing like a little excitement a la person dodging. After today, I'm convinced strollers need hand brakes. Just like a bike. Oh, how I needed a brake today.

Nonetheless, the dodge was successful, though something explicit may have come out of my mouth. (Shh, no one will ever know. At least, not till my little parrot starts talking ;-) We made it back to the car unscathed. Loaded up and headed out of the parking lot, only to encounter Impostor Courtney yet again. This time, I'm sure she was lost. That's the only conclusion I can come to given the fact that she was standing in the middle of the drive, glazed look, and stared me down as I approached her. Only when my car was within 10 feet of her did she shuffle off into the woods.

Weirdness.

6 Months Old

She's getting to be such a big girl. Finally she sits unassisted, and that just opens up a whole new realm of photography with her. This afternoon we had a couple of sessions, which she tolerated nicely. Some in the living room, some on the balcony (in her Halloween costume - which won't be posted till M sees it. Surprise, surprise!), and then packed up the backpack and headed down the power lines to find a good spot for some outdoor ones.

After we were done, I headed up the road to grab something to eat from the local grocery store. Apparently quite the sight, with E tucked in the mei tai and my tripod sticking out the top of my backpack, I got plenty of looks from people driving by. Babywearing, walking instead of driving, and camera equipment plant a big, old "Gawk at Me!" sign on my back.

Wordless Wednesday - "You don't say!?"

Where have all the candles gone?

Where, oh where?

In the old house, I had candles on every surface - bookshelves, TV stand, coffee table, kitchen table, console table, dresser, night stand, even the bathroom counter. I was prepared. When the power went off there, the only thing I had to search for was that pesky lighter that was never in the same spot.

I have absolutely no idea what happened to them.

Perhaps I sold them at the garage sale (though why would someone buy mostly burned candles?), or tossed them during my fits of de-cluttering (though, why would I toss something I use all the time?) or . . . they're in a box at the very bottom of my 6-box-high stack in the closet. Yes, I have at least 5 boxes in there that I have no clue was the contents are. Someone wasn't thinking ahead by just writing on the tops of the boxes, now was she?

So, here I was, plunged into darkness and candle-less.

Well, actually, I had one candle. My mother-in-law pawns off all the disgusting smelling ones she receives as gifts. On Sunday she followed me out to my car to hand me one. It's light blue. All light blue candles smell the same to me, and I always wish I had remembered that and not bothered to open the cap and take a whiff. I was sneezing for a good five minutes. I haven't tossed it yet, so, in theory I did have one candle.

Instead of subjecting myself to another sneezing fit, I did what any other good little outdoors-woman would do. I strapped my headlamp on my head and went on about my business. Important business, like reading the newest Backpacker magazine. Not frivolous stuff like actually folding those clothes in E's room (which have now relocated from piles on the floor to a giant pile in the rocker).

The newest trick

So, E's newest trick is coughing. Lord help me, my baby loves to cough. I'm going to take her places, she'll be hacking away, and people are going to look at me like I'm that horrible mother dragging around her sick child.

My mom was getting over something this weekend, and was coughing a lot on Friday. On Saturday, the first thing I heard from E was her lovely imitation. She thinks it's hilarious.

You wouldn't catch me trick-or-treating there!

There is a house that I often drive past that has always gone all out with their Halloween decorations in the yard. For years they have always covered the trees in cobwebs, had the white sheets for ghosts and the gravestones and such.

This year they have far exceeded all the past years. On one side of the yard is a Jason scene - mask, bloody chainsaw and dismembered bodies on the ground around him. The other side they have a circle of what appear to be spirits worshiping or something - white figures with white faces around a body of a person lying in the middle. And then in the middle of the yard is a complete Dracula scene - Dracula with fangs and blood dripping, woman dressed in white lying on an altar-type thing with her arms up as though she's shielding herself from the vampire hovering over her, candles and minions all around the altar. Strewn throughout all this are open coffins with bodies inside, gravestones and other decorations. These figures aren't your run-of-the-mill scarecrows or stuffed clothing. They are life-size and life-like mannequins. I would go so far as to say they could be mistaken as real people upon first glance (or as one drives by).

I wish I had pictures, but I haven't been talented enough to snap one while driving past yet. If I remember tomorrow, I will.

So tell me, what's your take on this? Is it appropriate for a neighborhood, front yard decoration? Or should graphic scenes like this stuff be kept for the haunted houses or other locales where impressionable children won't see it out of the car windows?

Nothin' doing

What I am supposed to be doing:

Folding E's clothes (yeah, I got so annoyed at digging through the clean clothes basket, I vacuumed and tossed them into piles in hopes it would motivate me to finally fold them. Doesn't look like it's working, now does it?)
And, cleaning the fish tank. (though, with the shock they got when the heater was out last night, a clean tank just might finish them off!).

Clearly, I am not doing either of these things :-)

We are getting so old!

25 today for me.

The other day I was sitting on the deck with my mom, chatting away, enjoying the sunshine. She stopped mid-sentence and started staring at me like I had sprouted horns or something. Slowly she reached over to my head, plucked up a piece of hair, and lovingly yanked it out of my head. Gleefully she dangled the offending gray hair in front of my face. And told me I was officially old now.

She's been warned against bringing any more of these offenders to my attention for at least 10 years.

I feel like I'm 16

The in-laws brought me these this morning per the request of M. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to mee-eee, happy birthday to me (in three days :-)

I hear MTV's "Sweet Sixteen" in my head every time I look at them and it makes me laugh. They smell absolutely wonderful, which makes up for the fact that I a) hate roses and b) hate pink roses. The comical part is that M specifically requested anything other than roses - I love that he knows me so well. And I love that when I said all I wanted was flowers for my birthday, he jumped right to it. Brownie points by the pan-full! (Have I ever mentioned how much I love that man?)

This morning when the in-laws called, they did the classic "Where are you? At home? Good, cause we're on our way there now." Which buys me exactly 22 minutes. I decided this morning that I am superwoman. In that 22 minutes I managed to finish nursing the baby, clear the kitchen, hide two baskets of laundry I have been thinking about folding for a couple days now, pick up all toys and baby clutter, take a shower, brush my teeth, find some non-wrinkled clothes, change the baby and find her a clean shirt. As I picked her up from the changing table, the door buzzer rang. Yes, this morning I was superwoman.

As requested by M, the following are completely unrelated pictures of E enjoying her new highchair/3-in-1 Booster Seat/whatever you want to call it. I like it, she likes it, I cook, she watches me and tosses her toys on the ground.

Step away from the stove

Two reasons to step away from the stove. I can cook, and I can't cook.

I can cook: I've been grazing all night on the juicy Burbon Chicken and rice I made earlier. That, along with some easy Chicken Parmensan, was meant to be taken to my mom's tomorrow and plated up for my grandma. Put down the fork!

I can't cook: I nearly cried as I tossed out two yummy sounding new recipes I tried out. Layered Pumpkin Loaf and Cheesy Beer Soup both bit the dust. Hard. The pumpkin stuff was burnt to a crisp on top, and uncooked mush in the middle. And the soup was curdled and smelled so rancid I almost lost my breakfast. That's what I get for actually following the recipes, unlike what I do for any other thing I cook ("a little of this", "little of that", "stir a little", "maybe that was cooked long enough", "think I'll cook it a little longer").

No more cooking this week. My fridge is stocked to support the Deployment Diet - grapes, string cheese, yogurt, jello, and Eggo waffles.


The winners:

Bourbon Chicken

4 servings
time to make 35 min 15 min prep
2 lbs boneless chicken breasts, cut into bite-size pieces
1-2 tablespoon olive oil
1 garlic clove, crushed
1/4 teaspoon ginger
3/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
1/4 cup apple juice
1/3 cup light brown sugar
2 tablespoons ketchup
1 tablespoon cider vinegar
1/2 cup water
1/3 cup soy sauce

1. Heat oil in a large skillet.
2. Add chicken pieces and cook until lightly browned.
3. Remove chicken.
4. Add remaining ingredients, heating over medium Heat until well mixed and dissolved.
5. Add chicken and bring to a hard boil.
6. Reduce heat and simmer for 20 minutes.
7. Serve over hot rice and ENJOY.


Easy Chicken Parmesan
(5 min. prep)

1 Jar (26 oz) spaghetti sauce
6 Tbsp Grated parmesan cheese, divided
6 small, boneless, skinless chicken breast halves (1-1/2 lb)
1-1/2 cups shredded mozzarella cheese

Preheat oven to 375*F. Pour sauce into 13x9-in. baking dish. Carefully stir in 4 Tbsp (1/4C) of the parmesan cheese. Add chicken; turn over to evenly coat both sides with sauce. Cover with foil.

Bake 30 min. Uncover.

Top with mozzarella cheese and remaining 2 Tbsp parmesan cheese; continue baking 5 min. or until chicken is cooked through and cheese is melted. Serve over hot cooked pasta, if desired.



The losers:

Layered Pumpkin Loaf

1 cup canned pumpkin
1 cup plus 2 Tbsp. granulated sugar, divided
1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar
4 egg whites, divided
1/2 cup fat-free milk
1/4 cup canola oil
2 cups flour
2-1/2 tsp. CALUMET Baking Powder
2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice
1/4 tsp. salt
1 pkg. (8 oz.) PHILADELPHIA Neufchatel Cheese, 1/3 Less Fat than Cream Cheese, softened

PREHEAT oven to 350ºF. Grease a nonstick 9x5-inch loaf pan; set aside. Mix pumpkin, 1 cup granulated sugar, the brown sugar, 3 of the egg whites, milk and oil in large bowl. Add flour, baking powder, pie spice and salt; stir just until moistened. Set aside. Beat Neufchatel cheese, remaining 2 Tbsp. granulated sugar and the remaining egg white with wire whisk until well blended.
SPOON half of the pumpkin batter into prepared pan; spoon Neufchatel cheese mixture evenly over the batter. Cover with remaining pumpkin batter.
BAKE 1 hour to 1 hour 5 min. or until wooden toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Run knife or thin spatula around edges of pan to loosen bread; cool in pan on wire rack 10 min. Remove bread from pan to wire rack; cool completely.


Beer and Cheese Soup

5 tablespoons butter
2 carrots, finely chopped
2 leeks, white and light green parts only, finely chopped
Salt and pepper
1/3 cup flour
3 cups milk
One 12-ounce bottle amber beer, such as Dos Equis
1 1/2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
10 ounces sharp cheddar cheese, grated (about 3 1/2 cups)
Croutons, for garnish

1. In a large saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat. Add the carrots and leeks, season with salt and pepper and cook, stirring, until soft, 10 minutes. Add the flour and cook, stirring often, for 2 minutes.
2. Slowly pour in the milk, whisking constantly. Increase the heat to medium-high, add the beer and mustard and bring the soup to a boil, whisking constantly. Reduce the heat to low and simmer, whisking, until creamy and thickened, about 10 minutes.
3. Remove the pan from the heat. Whisk in the cheese 1 handful at a time until combined. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Top with the croutons.

Sniffle

We're getting sick. Aside from getting up every once in a while to shush the stuffed up baby back to sleep, I've been making a nice indent in the recliner tonight. Me, a down blankie and a purring kitten. And mindless television. The only productive thing I've done tonight was to pick up E's big play blanket off the floor so that the cats wouldn't sleep on it.

My body aches, and my throat hurts, so . . . peace out. I'm going back to cuddling with a kitten.

Sweetness. And niceness.

I'm nice :-)

Okay, okay, so I fooled someone into thinking that. Sarah at In the Trenches of Mommyhood gave me this sweet little thing and now I'm happy to pass it on. So, BurghBaby and Tattoos and Drool this here is for you.

Photo shoot

Saturday was a gorgeous day, so we decided to have our own little photo shoot in grandma's backyard. Three things to note before the massive show of pictures - I'm too tired to edit so no touch-ups, even though the lighting stinks in some of them; I'm too tired to make witty captions, so make your own; and well, I can't remember what the third thing was. So here they are :-)

Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday to You!

Happy birthday dear husband. Happy birthday to you!

Here's to all the ones we've spent together, and all the ones we'll spend together in the future.

P.S. - I ate an extra piece of cake while we were celebrating my grandma's birthday tonight, just for you :-D

I can't change the world

I know this.

All I want is to change my mom's life. That's not such a big ambition, is it?

She's my mom, and I feel a huge responsibility to help her get things together while I'm here, before I move 800 miles away again. She has three siblings, but none of them will help take care of their 87 year old mother, who has dementia. That's all on my mom, and if the subject of moving her to a home is broached, everyone is either up in arms about it, or could care less. She can't keep taking care of her, the burden is causing awful depression and anxiety. And I don't know how to fix it.

And then there's the horse. Who needs to be sold.

And the fence. That needs to be fixed.

And the house. That needs repair.

And the dog. That needs surgery.

And the absolute lack of fun in her life. That I wish she could find again.

What I've been doing at night

I've found a hobby. And I've sold them. And it's awesome to feel like I actually have some sort of a skill besides changing diapers and cleaning litter boxes. (College education? Was that what those four years in Kent and two summers in Russia were all about? Imagine that.)

They are Amber Teething Necklaces, for anyone wondering what's so special about some little beads.

(Yes, M, there are other crunchy, strange people out there. Not just your wife. I'm thrilled I have proof :-P)



And now for a little cuteness. She is truly the light that gets me through the day. She can reach out and grab hold of my heartstrings and never lets go. I've been down in the deepest corner of the dumps lately, but all she has to do is give me her classic "Mom, I love you!" grin and everything is okay again.

It's not stopping

To continue the theme of the last post . . .

It is only on the day that you don't fall asleep until way after 2am (because you were completely wired all night) that Princess Buttercup (that would be E - she's working hard on earning that Princess nickname) wakes up screaming at 4:45am. And does not go back to sleep.

I don't think me begging her to just take an early nap is going to work today.

I thought I changed my name

Despite the extreme spelling difficulties with my 'new' name, I thought I had made it perfectly clear that I was done with my old one when I signed the dotted line and went through that painful process of switching driver's licenses, social security cards, credit cards, everything.

So, why will this whole Murphy thing not go away? Must I be stuck with this my whole life?

Yes, folks, I'm talking about Murphy's Law. In case you needed it spelled out for you.

How about a run down of my day? That should sum it all up.

~Early early AM: Awake to the sound of cat yacking. Unfortunately, it doesn't sound like his normal I'm-an-old-cat-and-hack-all-the-time stuff. It's a put-yer-slippers-on-in-the-morning kind of sound. Fabulous.

~Still early AM: Baby wakes up. Get up with her and go to her room to change her. Realize that every single clean diaper is in the dryer. Still wet because someone forgot to turn it on last night.

~Mid-morning: Find that a major infestation of aphids has plagued the prized mandevilla plant overnight. Have to toss it and pray that nothing found it's way to any other plants.

~Early afternoon: Check mailbox to find that car registration info that had been mailed at the beginning of the month has been returned to sender. Sender = me. Registration expires the 29th. Clearly, I am SOL after Saturday. Especially since it's going to be in the hands of Liberty County and the geniuses that work there. Considering the address was actually correct, all faith in the postal system is lost, and there is much consideration for just driving the 800 miles on an impromptu vacay to just take care of it in person.

~Mid-afternoon: Run in with oblivious and rude entitlement queen at children's second hand shop in B-town. Narrowly avoid beat-down scenario after being 'bumped' into twice and cut in front of twice. Escape the store with a snarky remark and bewildered saleslady.

~ Mid-afternoon again: Find that the bead store that was the objective of the whole trip to B-town is actually closed on Tuesdays. End up paying nearly three times as much for one item at Michael's. Can we say rip off?

~ Early evening: Outsmarted by the TV, DVD player and satellite receiver. Many, many times.

~Late evening: Discover that the recordable DVDs purchased this afternoon were actually NON-recordable. Only make this discovery after the package is opened and disc inserted and program is starting. Vow revenge on the salesboy that literally handed them over and said "This is what you need."

~Late late evening: Spill ramen noodles ALL over the kitchen floor. And, burn foot, of course.

~Late late late evening: Give up and rant on computer.

It's a sad day

Geauga Lake Amusement Park will be closing it's gates forever after this season is over. 120 years of operation, and now it's going to be shut down. And all the rides taken apart and scattered across the country. And shopping strips and condos built on the 600 acres of the park.

It's a very sad day.

Despite the fact that I haven't been there in years (it just has never been the same since Sea World left), I'm depressed. A huge piece of local history is going to be razzed and it's all because the management over the last 10 years couldn't get their crap together and keep the park going. Shame on them.

(Since I am having yet another fun sleepover at my mom's house tonight and am suffering with her obscenely slow dial-up and annoyingly loud keyboard, I'm not posting any of the pictures or links I had planned to include in this rant. You would give up too if you had internet this slow!)

I'm just not friendly

I'm not. This has been known for quite some time. I don't play well with others.

E and I were at the park today, after a nice long run and ambitious power walk up the monster hill. We were relaxing on a blanket, minding our own business, E was trying to eat my shoe. And then, another mom showed up on the scene. She had a crusty, stained, dirty and snotty faced toddler with her. Who made an instant beeline for our cozy blanket.

"Beebee! Beebee! Beebee!" She shrieked, teetering her way closer and closer, arms outstretched.

Fabulous.

Her mom followed closely behind, telling her to be gentle with the baby. Gentle? Gentle? Gentle is for kittens and puppies. How about don't touch? No? Umm, Stop? Halt? Nein? Nyet? Nelzya?

Thankfully for all of us, she stopped about a foot from the edge of our blanket, threw a handful of grass at E, and then retreated to behind her mother's legs. New people are the highlight of her day, and E was enthralled. I, however, was not. Brushing the grass off her head, I may have given an evil eye or two.

The mom tried to make small talk - asked how old E was (8 months? 9?), commented on not being able to remember when her girl was that little, and how beautiful her eyes are (okay, so I melted a little on this one). Apparently my short, one or two word answers gave off the appropriate vibe, and she picked up her child and headed off to the other side of the park. And then proceeded to evil eye me for the next 15 minutes.

Maybe I need to carry around a little warning sign I could set up around us, letting everyone know that I am not a friendly person and don't take well to germy, dirty toddlers hurtling towards my child.

The months just keep rolling by . . .

She's 5 months already. Time just keeps slipping away. Of course, the older she gets, the closer we are to M coming home. But, she's still growing up too fast already. Recently she learned to scoot. Backwards. And it's hilarious, cause she gets so pissed off when she can't figure out why her toys are now out of reach all of a sudden. Today she scooted backwards into the cat though, so she may figure out a way to use this to her advantage pretty soon. He was just minding his own business, staring at the birds on the balcony, when out of nowhere he got booted in the rear end. He jumped, she laughed, and then he hid. It's the start of a vicious cycle.


I finally got the memory card to my new camera the other day and have been slowly learning the ins and outs. I am way too impatient, and spent way too little time reading the instruction manual before expecting to be off and shooting. This morning was full of frustration, trying to figure out how to work the remote for the shutter. Turns out there's a one-touch button to turn the sensor on. Imagine that. Only took me an hour to find it. Once I got the hang of and a few other fun selections, it was non-stop photography. I got this keeper just playing around with the focus points. It's amazing the clarity that this camera has over our old one. I've just been sitting here staring, marveling at the sharpness. I'm in love :-)

Excuses, excuses

Before I had a child, I was perpetually late. Now I have an excuse.

And this is it . . .

We were doing so good this morning. I had 20 minutes to feed E and head out the door to church. Plenty of time. I thought. Until she threw a tantrum to beat all other tantrums, and promptly passed out as soon as I set her on the bed. The girl needs her beauty rest, no matter what schedule I may have for us.

Pieces and parts

I have a brand spanking new camera sitting here staring at me.

"Turn me on! Use me! Use me! Use me!"

But alas, I have every imaginable variety of camera paraphernalia . . . except a memory card. Which I clearly need to play with the camera.

At the sound of the UPS truck out in the parking lot this afternoon, I sprinted from window to window, tracking the guy in brown from building to building. My heart sank more than just a little as he drove away without visiting my building. No memory card for me today.

This is just one of the many reasons I despise using Amazon.com for any purchases. Three things ordered, all from different companies. Of course they won't get here together. No matter how much I stare out the window, willing the UPS guy to turn around.

The next time I want a climbing vine . . .

Someone please talk me out of it.

Well, actually no, don't do that. But at least remind me of the ordeal I just went through tonight. Spending over an hour gently unwinding a full trellis of Mandevilla vine was not the wisest idea. Apparently I get a little too attached to my plants and couldn't bear the thought of letting the gorgeous vine succumb to the cold snap we're getting tonight. Currently, it is residing in my bedroom, waiting for me to figure out what to do with the 15 + feet of vines.

Clearly I was not planning ahead when I planted this in the spring.

Refreshed

M and I had a wonderful chat tonight. We needed that 'let it all out' kind of conversation. It's reassuring to know that we can both point out the good and the bad about the other person, and go somewhere productive with those points.

I worry about the future, and he's reassuring. Even if he doesn't realize it. I need that.

During the conversation, some of the lighter notes focused on a possible venture to Vegas. And now I'm daydreaming (or would it be night-dreaming, since it's clearly not day now?) of giant whirlpool tubs, with gorgeous views of the city and a bottle or two of wine. And us, of course. Ah, the simple things dreams are made of. Where would the best suite be found . . . that's the preoccupation now.

Aside from the wonderful bonding conversation, our day around here was uneventful. Playing with E, cleaning up spit up every 15 seconds, and then venturing out to the Post Office and the grocery store. And then E helped me put the groceries away :-)

There's smoke coming from my debit card!

Oh lordy, lordy! I just ordered my camera. My super special, fancy pants, dream camera. And thinking about how much I just paid for something I don't NEED . . . well, that mixed with the food court Chinese food I had this afternoon . . . my stomach is in knots.

Now I get to not-so-patiently wait for each of the parts to arrive . . .

Popsicles!

"You're not lying to me, right Mommy? I really am going to like this?"

"Yum! It really is good!"

"Oh, but it's cold!"
"Add this to your Things Made with Breastmilk recipe book, Mom. It gets an A+!"