tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57948222012-01-20T11:41:56.118-05:00nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.comBlogger4571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-77555227084255583822010-03-28T09:18:00.002-04:002010-03-28T09:24:05.931-04:00

"How come?" has become central in my life these days."How come I'm not scared of giant pretend spiders?" I struggle to answer this but she's already on to the next."How come I have to make my bed if I'm going to get back in later today?" I suspect her father gave her this one. I plan to smack the shit out of him later."How come people were excited for Barack Obama and now everyone is complaining

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-17005182519905778062010-02-04T08:52:00.002-05:002010-02-04T09:01:46.465-05:00

... and I don't have time now, but I'm tempted to continue here so, here we go!*From this morning's overheard conversation in the bathroom while Bear does Rio's hair*Bear: Rio, if you don't hold still I'm going to chuck you in a snowbank.Rio: Oh yeah, if you chuck me in a snowbank, I'll light you on fire.Bear: Oh yeah, if you do that, I'll throw you out that window.Rio: Oh yeah, if you do that,

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-7018226032445133242009-06-21T08:33:00.000-04:002009-06-21T08:34:17.259-04:00

She made it tough to find him. She went as far as to give me her high school class ring - from a school she didn't attend. She buried the trail deep. False facts scattered brilliantly. A multi-dimensional set of little islands of lies she might need in a future fabrication. Deep.I found him anyway. Serendipitous bit. Another story. A story that confirms that bit about all it takes for evil to

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-58494991330999989732009-05-13T15:01:00.002-04:002009-05-13T15:07:20.210-04:00

She's reading. A lot. Big and involved words. Thinking all.the.time. She's constantly asking me what words mean. It's been great for me to try to get concepts like satisfied across. My brain is creaky but enjoying this new level of interaction.However.She recently made up a word. I believe it's spelled O-Z-U-L-E-E-N-E-R-S. She would NO DOUBT correct me. The only challenge is that it's now on the

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-61326877592334337102009-05-11T23:51:00.002-04:002009-05-11T23:52:37.494-04:00

I'm sure you missed it but, this blog was hott pink for a minute. Oh, with little funny scrawly drawings.So. Yeah. Tomorrow is the Tea Party at Rio's school. I'd better get to bed so I'm not the scary looking mom.g'night!

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-36875851493342706182009-05-11T21:32:00.002-04:002009-05-11T21:38:47.022-04:00

Playing around with a lot of things.Template.Writing.Returning to blogging.Life.Before I had a kid, I had no way to mark time. She firmly believes she's the center of the known Universe and that everything that happens involves her *somehow*. Every thing that I tell her about triggers the question, "How old was I?" and it is at once endearing, and maddening.But I look at her now. She has a huge

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-44886067772087704102008-10-14T20:13:00.002-04:002008-10-14T20:41:32.752-04:00

When last I spoke to my "mother" I quite clearly told her that I would only speak to her in a therapeutic environment. Dueling shrinks. Witnesses. Security. I was crystal clear.That was May 9th.Since that time my baby sister graduated college. My father was murdered. My darling girl turned 4 a week after my darling husband turned 41. My life is moving too fast most days, and other days I just

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-71308751760715254642008-10-10T21:30:00.001-04:002008-10-10T21:32:53.466-04:00

Now, I'm trying to decide whether to push forward, make real progress, write .. so I signed up for BlogHer Boston. But I just realized it's in Burlington. So I can't take the really cool train that goes right past my little town. And that, my friends, is throwing me for a loop that is completely out of proportion.What else is new?So, if I go you handful of faithfuls will be rewarded with a site

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-8200527411637335132008-07-20T12:30:00.001-04:002008-07-20T12:31:38.425-04:00

Is it just me, or does this look like you can choose your boob size by pulling the strings and inflating hidden bladders?!

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-86893678323459057422008-06-10T09:57:00.004-04:002008-06-11T15:30:19.542-04:00

I met my father when I was 30. Turned out, I had a sister, too. And five loving aunts. A darling uncle. And about a thousand cousins. It's been an awesome journey.***My mother made it as difficult as possible to 'find' him. She lied about our heritage, our father's knowledge of us, her state of residence, where she attended high school ... difficult.***I meant to get in here and tell you all

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-35883028856947388512008-05-30T14:03:00.002-04:002008-05-30T14:27:22.183-04:00

I'm over the pity party. No one showed up. I really shouldn't start them so late...So, for you today, a story. The best ever turn-down-Nita story.***I was living in Rotten-Groton and I was more than a little nuts. I had broken up with a guy who was purely evil to me. I didn't know, but while I was in a monogamous 2 year relationship, he was trying to screw his way into Guinness World Book. I'm a

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-83808342136292297412008-05-29T23:23:00.003-04:002008-05-30T13:57:07.445-04:00

I have 3 friends in Massachusetts. I should try harder, but I find the days slip away in a whir of laundry, phonecalls, work, and just life. I may have to branch out.My one friend's husband got a promotion. He can now work from anywhere on the east coast. They moved here when they were young and this is their first house ... they brought their babies home to this house. It was home. But they are

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-86320327457465839012008-05-16T00:19:00.002-04:002008-05-16T00:45:36.465-04:00

*Over StimulatedLife has been insanely busy of late. I feel like summer is coming and that's good. I've got Rio in a once a week dance class ... and that's it. We have a zillion little trips planned and I'm enjoying my new job and we have all been so tightly scheduled that I resisted the urge to sign her up for more stuff. I feel sorta guilty but as a mom I'm finding that it's pretty normal. If

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-4142622347061449342008-05-06T17:12:00.001-04:002008-05-06T17:15:15.706-04:00

My darling MIL retired. It ain't pretty. And! I was just getting ready to hang up my posting pen here at AMA, when I got an email demanding more reading material because she now has time to read.I shall obey. And post more. But not today. I'm up to my eyeballs making sure my cherished sister graduates college everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.So, I leave you with a 'seriously' ...IKEA* - seriously?*thanks

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-64886829605187918822008-04-20T08:08:00.003-04:002008-04-20T08:29:00.359-04:00

There are two reasons I know I'm one hundred years old.#1.I rode the carousel with Rio on Friday. Three times. She fears the horses (and I'm thrilled the up and down on a pole gives her cause for concern) so we rode the carriage. Three times. She totally could have gone allll day, but I got motion sick. In the carriage. I'm officially old.#2.Meals are drawn out ordeals with Miss Rio. That kid is

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-58160789220536397102008-04-15T19:01:00.003-04:002008-04-15T19:26:06.082-04:00

You are more than welcome to read to the bottom of this post to see why that's the title. In the meanwhile, I'd like to ask you a favor. Pretty big one. Click here. She's having a contest and I could win a blog design. Don't be a poopy-head and take the link and get your own free blog design because I will drop my kid in your front yard and then call animal control on your triflin' ass. Just

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-58641474768952889602008-04-08T18:52:00.002-04:002008-04-08T20:16:14.910-04:00

Yeah.*I broke up with my mom. Again. It's serious this time. She questioned my parenting. Them's fighting words. And fight we did. Oh well.*My new job continues to fascinate and challenge. I really like it! I'm having a tough time scraping 20 hours a week together, and my house looks rather tenementesque, but I really do like it! The job, not the slovenly way of life....*I made a little wager

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-14400398584730301662008-03-27T12:53:00.002-04:002008-03-27T13:04:18.807-04:00

I was so thrilled my in-laws requested a sleepover with Rio starting this afternoon, with a brunch in Ct on Saturday for pick-up. But. My father-in-law is sick. Sick enough to have a doctor's appointment today. Do I feel bad for him? Hell, no! Instead of working in blissful silence, and not leaving the house except for a planned movie night out of the house in the theatre with real loud noise and

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-86382889425595892882008-03-26T09:18:00.002-04:002008-03-26T09:24:37.804-04:00

This morning, on the way back from dropping the Princess of Lip at school, I heard an NPR bit on the upcoming 'Miss Landmine Pageant' and I did not have one single thought that was mildly acceptable. When I get on overload I get inappropriate jokes flying through my brain. I'm the worst at funerals ...The reality is one of those things that is at once so beautiful it restores your faith in

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-53986947080065780562008-03-25T11:56:00.002-04:002008-03-25T12:01:36.330-04:00

Yeah. She got me on the telephone today. My mother. She calls and then fakes like she was asleep. It is soooo fun.Today's nuggets? In the space of one conversation she shared that she now has fibromayalgia, a bean-sized dark spot on her brain that is a stroke, more work than she can handle, no money, and the best stress test her doctor has ever seen.Oh, and she smokes and eats a stick of butter

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-3985534350677396262008-03-17T10:46:00.003-04:002008-03-17T10:55:39.156-04:00

There are things for which you try to prepare. You take phone calls at 2 am, and talk for hours. You touch base with experts so you have good information to share. You feel thankful for the deep and lasting friendships that have graced your life. You consider your own mortality which ironically makes the day a little sweeter. You think about upcoming appointments and know what can be canceled or

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-43567038538778693082008-03-14T08:46:00.002-04:002008-03-14T09:13:37.253-04:00

There are thousands of moments that drive home how different things are now. None more than parties.Parties used to be full day affairs. A sample 'big party' day, in olden times aka my misspent youth, aka 'the 80's'....*10:00 - roll out of bed. look at boy. giggle a little. call girlfriends to meet for breakfast. don't wake boy.*10:30 - make fun of boy. give boy a nickname. use it in front of him

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-63487410838696764872008-03-12T09:18:00.002-04:002008-03-12T09:29:51.368-04:00

Scene opens. Elliot Spitzer is standing with his wife, in front of a fireplace. Dramatic theme music. The lights come up slowly. Client 9, aka Huggy Bear, aka Governor Spitzer is looking directly into camera.spitzer: I .... did NOT .... get a chance .... to have sex ... with that woman..........

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-87264976617097472342008-03-11T16:47:00.002-04:002008-03-11T16:55:09.799-04:00

Her sick day consists of:*breakfast*laying around saying, "I feel cruddy," for 3 hours.*watching television*art projects*lunch*nap*play with dad, who gets home about when she gets up from her nap, thank you very much daylight savings time...Yesterday she had him drag out blocks and the marble run. No ordinary marble run, this one makes towers that parking garage people study for maximum storage

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-18591426913652030022008-03-10T22:33:00.002-04:002008-03-10T22:44:15.546-04:00

Looks like Elliot Spitzer got caught with his expensive trousers heading for his ankles. Now, everyone makes mistakes. There are a lot of men trying to get a little on the side. Is that a crime? Well, nevermind. What inspires me about this particular incident is how well he's handling it. It *is* a private matter. If Bill had said the exact same thing in 1998, his presidency wouldn't have ended

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-89727961730449170722008-03-10T09:46:00.002-04:002008-03-10T09:50:33.631-04:00

She's finally fallen to the cold of the season. She's been remarkably disease free, even when every person we come into contact with has played bug-host at least once this season. I don't credit it to anything but dumb luck. She isn't hot on hand-washing. She still sucks those fingers. We're not shut-ins ... but we've all managed to duck the crud.No longer. Poor kid is a snotty mess. So, we rest.

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-76319182485904539742008-03-07T08:47:00.002-05:002008-03-07T09:00:28.028-05:00

The new job is going great guns. I love learning new things and the actual process changes every day so I remain engaged instead of playing online Jeopardy at the same time. [Do they MAKE avatars without giant tits?] So, it's great but I've been ridiculously busy. I signed up for 20 hours a week, and as of 11pm I was at 23 so in theory I'm free til next week. In practice I have miles of internet

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-74925685178433711632008-03-02T10:53:00.002-05:002008-03-02T10:55:37.039-05:00

... something so huge happens, and it's amazing and completely wild, and it is way beyond inappropriate to blog about. I feel thwarted today.On another note, Rio and I have enjoyed our 2-weeks-of-nothing-to-do together. She's definitely ready for school, and I'd like to start smoking cigarettes again.

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-19666659841376965792008-02-29T14:20:00.002-05:002008-02-29T14:32:02.727-05:00

I've referred to our house as being on the edge of the Indy 500. A bazillion commuters start zinging by at 6am. Huge trucks going way too fast. Bear, who's not big on freaking out, freaks out on me when I walk on the road for anything ... anyway, someone died in front of our house today. A trucker tipped his rig and he's under it. This saddens me in so many ways.People, please slow down. You do

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-19097583047661407492008-02-22T13:56:00.003-05:002008-02-22T14:09:07.892-05:00

We're getting into the second week of Rio refusing to answer to anything but Mater. If you ask her to do anything and say "Rio" she'll promptly say, "I'm Mater. Call me Mater." This extends to play, the telephone, and most recently - the doctor's office. We had to have something checked out so:nurse: Hi there! You're so pretty. What's your name?rio: Rio. R.I.O. But call me 'Mater.'me: Rio,

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-64692323178513810502008-02-19T20:35:00.002-05:002008-02-19T20:57:26.280-05:00

... at the very least, don't raise them to be such. I, for one, am saddened by Brit these days. She so obviously needs a mother to straighten her ass out, and all she has is hangers-on, cashing checks from the Bank of Brit. Her actual mother among them. And Mommy Spears was out pitching a parenting book while Brit goes crazy and 16 year-old Jamie doesn't tell her she's pregnant until there are no

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-17534870499166944842008-02-19T08:42:00.002-05:002008-02-19T09:10:32.820-05:00

As if I needed more reasons to curb her television consumption ... she is a big fan of the movie 'Cars.' Me, too, really. I get teary-eyed when Sally details the demise of her little town. Bear has purchased a book about Route 66 and it's on our 'to-do' list to make a long family roadtrip. So, Cars has crashed into our lives a bit.That's all well and good, except Miss Rio calls me 'Sally' and

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-34757838196705331762008-02-16T15:26:00.002-05:002008-02-16T15:31:22.864-05:00

Bear was yelling "Schnoogs!" at her and chasing her to tickle her. They did one lap, two laps, and on the third she starting saying, "No tickles! No schnoogs!" but Bear kept chasing her. She just came to a halt, turned to him, pointed her wand at him and said, "Hey! Knock it off!"I'm pretty sure the wand is the source of her power. If only I can get it away from her...

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-16633879708497883762008-02-15T12:55:00.002-05:002008-02-15T15:25:55.366-05:00

I've been busy! I got the job. Twenty hours a week from home doing research. It's fun, interesting, and it actually pays. So, get ready playgroup - it's only a matter of time before I find Manolos that can hang with toddlers ....Anyway, today I received an email proudly sponsored by Scholastic. The inbox title:Your Soooo Missing OutIs it just me or does stuff like that make you crazy? Sponsored

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-3263380624220475812008-01-31T16:39:00.000-05:002008-01-31T16:40:14.665-05:00

You heard it here first.:)

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-74888603607382363752008-01-29T15:47:00.001-05:002008-01-29T15:49:30.553-05:00

So. I have an interview tomorrow. The position is one where I can telecommute after training. 'Perfect for stay-at-homes' is in the description.Does that mean that I can wear sweatpants and a NEW YORK GIANTS hat to the interview?

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-15344165076300359172008-01-26T21:40:00.000-05:002008-01-26T21:57:08.076-05:00

There are times when it sneaks up on you - your motherless status. Everything is singing along and then you realize that somehow you've gotten to 30 thousand feet and you look down to realize you're flying at the same moment you realize it's impossible. 'Help!', you think. But there is no one there for you.***I have cultivated mothers. Mostly by accident. Serendipitous women that have come along

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-56949295495078980782008-01-21T21:08:00.000-05:002008-01-21T21:35:20.897-05:00

Here's the email I had to send to a group of lovely women today. We all wiggled and maneuvered and switched stuff ... all so we could get together. All together. With kiddies. En masse. And it was going to be fun! So, here is my life in a snapshot. An ugly little snapshot...Dear Wimins:The thing you least know about me is that I've abused this body for nearly 43 years. Downhill skiing. Sometimes

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-81784659974895424682008-01-17T23:00:00.000-05:002008-01-17T23:16:32.329-05:00

Our house is in the middle of a construction project that will lead to a room shuffle. This means that no room has the right furniture, every room is a disaster, and I had to put my foot down because the microwave was next to the door to the garage so, of course, Bear just plugged it in and started using it there! On the floor! Next to the door to the garage! ... boys.So, I cleaned up as best I

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-68762154954611971272008-01-16T21:13:00.000-05:002008-01-16T21:41:42.127-05:00

Dear Striking Writers:I know you folks have real and serious issues that you're confronting and I support you! That said, I'm getting some real and serious issues of my own rolling here. When I heard somewhere in the din of motherhood that the strike might mean 'more reality television,' well, I didn't know how that would impact me.So far this month I've developed an unhealthy obsession with

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-36678950890559542732008-01-15T06:18:00.000-05:002008-01-15T06:28:23.800-05:00

So! Want to know what's a particularly rotten idea? Telling your bolt-for-the-road daughter, who once forceably corralled into her carseat begins throwing things at your head, that she is getting a time-out when you get home.And your home is 12 long minutes away.Funny thing? The whole time I'm driving and she's throwing and screaming like she's being flayed, I'm thinking:I know you can't punish a

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-6866365793267414092008-01-13T19:41:00.000-05:002008-01-13T19:54:00.790-05:00

I was texting a friend of mine the other day about his son's new glasses. It was weird to be texting another grown-up, because I mostly just text my 23 year old sister, or my 23 year old babysitter, or my cousin the fourth grade teacher who simply MUST duct tape his mouth shut during school hours because he's funny as fuck and equally inappropriate ... where's the thread ... there it is! So I was

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-17785393346529664252008-01-12T21:28:00.000-05:002008-01-12T21:29:50.133-05:00

Do you design blog templates? Do you want to scratch your eyes out looking at mine? And I tried to update but did something and now I don't have links?! Hellllllllllp!

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-67274720132185095922008-01-11T12:23:00.000-05:002008-01-11T12:28:46.045-05:00

I saw a new doctor yesterday. I do have fluid behind both eardrums. My patella isn't tracking. She said that keeping track of ocular migraines is important and I should really, really do so.Today I am sick. Started last night. Sour stomach. Woke up in the middle of the night with false puke alarm. Today -- headache, aches, tired, earaches still ... and I asked Bear if there was any way he could

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-23025220602464245772008-01-10T22:04:00.000-05:002008-01-10T22:20:11.251-05:00

I am a magna cum graduate. I love Shakespeare. I know where most of the candidates stand on most of the issues. Scratch that, I follow where they say they're standing from week to week. I read good books, I am an engaged citizen, I try not to swear in front of kids ... but I must confess again - my taste in music is pretty horrid. According to other people. Well, most other people. Okay, almost

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-24864626786458208122008-01-09T08:37:00.000-05:002008-01-09T08:58:19.199-05:00

I 'won' the highly coveted Wii Guitar Hero on Ebay at the beginning of December. The guy was soooo nice, agreed to ship it right to my darling Sam in Vermont. It never arrived. And he didn't get his label through Paypal - so no free tracking. And neither of us got insurance - so bye bye Guitar Hero.We've been going back and forth on it. I had to open a dispute ... long story short, he was

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-527305349812821602008-01-08T21:13:00.000-05:002008-01-08T21:19:27.549-05:00

The very first thing yesterday morning:rio: Mommy. My ears hurt ...me: [instantly awake and in a sweat with prickly fear of the first earache] Okay honey. Can you tell me where it hurts? Or how it hurts?rio: [standing next to my bed holding a pilfered pack of Big Red from our last plane trip] Um, well, I could just have some gum to feel my ears better ...The very first thing this morning:rio:

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-39196126196986369352008-01-07T18:06:00.000-05:002008-01-07T18:14:25.298-05:00

*I suck because not liking my birthday shouldn't mean I mentally block all birthdays.*I suck because I can't even remember my husband's birthday, and I look at him every single day.*I suck because I actually made everyone email me their birthdates, loaded them into some random birthday reminder generator, then abandon the site where I had all the wonderful info sent.*I suck because when I forgot

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-79164038523421811392008-01-06T19:00:00.000-05:002008-01-06T19:02:49.903-05:00

I was all set to snipe an ebay auction and my touchpad got all freaked out and would NOT click on the bid box. I swear I could hear things popping in my head! RRRRRRR!Um, sniping isn't one of those things that effs with karma, is it?!Gotta go whip myself ... or give Rio a bang-trim. Six of one, half dozen of another I say ...

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-61444803168253617052008-01-06T17:19:00.000-05:002008-01-06T17:20:59.277-05:00

January sees Rio hit three and a half! Almost four now! And she's never had an earache.I have one. And it effing hurts. Suggestions?! Besides booze, cuz I have that covered.

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My husband came home from work last night and plopped down in the chair and promptly napped. Through dinner. Then he dragged himself up for about half an hour. Then we went to bed.I had insomnia.Today he's all bright eyed and bushy tailed. I want to hit him with a broom. I have sleep-envy.

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-86765084115395924912008-01-03T22:04:00.000-05:002008-01-03T23:03:51.231-05:00

File this under: you learn something every day.I've always wondered at the political commercials where the candidate is showed from this angle, then that angle, up, down, all around. I've always found the commercials a bit vertiginous but now I understand it.John Edwards did a commercial with a head-on shot. Solid, looking straight at you, head-on shot. Only thing? He's got a googley eye stare

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-24261413619658174352008-01-03T21:50:00.000-05:002008-01-03T21:56:35.935-05:00

Wowza. I have a new obsession. Celebrity Apprentice. I thought it was going to suck but I can't imagine how I'm going to tear myself away. That idiot Omarosa is back. I am still furious that she tanked Kwame. She's back with the biggest fake boobies ever. Huuuuge. Stupid large. ???It's weird seeing celebrities duke it out, but I like it. Right this second I'm hoping and praying that Carol Alt

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-78419278355795492962008-01-03T16:16:00.000-05:002008-01-03T16:30:15.525-05:00

I don't usually make New Year resolutions. I find it hokey and fake; like Christmas. But I'm going to shake things up for myself and make a few. Off the cuff, unplanned, but I'll reach inside and think about what I'd like to change. Here it goes!1. keep my distance from my mother. although the guilt pretty much steadily nibbles, it's not as bad as the toxic encounters. until she can really change

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-81812203749216141482008-01-02T20:06:00.000-05:002008-01-02T20:21:15.085-05:00

If there were no repercussions, so pretend I'm Paris Hilton or someone equally as privileged/fake/in talks with the devil for my eternal soul, these would be my resolutions. My real ones will be well intentioned, unattainable, posted tomorrow, and broken by Ground Hog Day*.1. introduce Rio to White Russians. they have calcium and pretty much guarantee a nap every day.2. never let one cupcake get

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-87443899257591279952007-12-30T22:28:00.000-05:002007-12-30T22:32:28.698-05:00

If my laptop ends up a permanent fixture in my forehead, it's because I can now watch television AND watch another streaming tv show on my laptop. I think Bear's going to blow a gasket.It's only a matter of time before I end up on the side of the road with my laptop on my hip and a sign that says, "Will work for batteries."

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-48424083892014484202007-12-29T11:37:00.000-05:002007-12-29T11:44:46.491-05:00

It's totally random around here.This morning so far ...me: Rio! Where are your pants?rio: Beats me! Maybe in the bathroom?me: Well, go put them on.rio: That's okay Mommy. My butt is still warm!Bear wanders downstairsbear: Rio? Pants?rio: Tell Mommy.bear: ...***bear: I think I need a blog.me: You totally should do one. I'd read it!bear: Yeah, today I'd write about how I hung a plumb* bob.me: Um,

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-46324445785469843342007-12-28T21:16:00.000-05:002007-12-28T21:21:56.744-05:00

In the pre-holiday crunch, I told my MIL to NOT NOT NOT go bananas. 'She's three,' I said, 'wrap up a few cans of playdoh. She'll be thrilled!'. That's what I told her. That and, 'If you want to do something fun, she loves the Super Readers - especially Whyatt. Maybe make her a cape or mask?' and again, admonished her to NOT NOT NOT go bananasShe went bananas.

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-87345416598526535362007-12-26T14:30:00.000-05:002007-12-26T15:10:48.775-05:00

I got my new laptop. Bear surprised me with it. He's a rockstar sometimes.:)I did take a few pix of things I made, and will get around to posting them when I have time to go upstairs to my office to download the pictures because my new computer is a total snob and won't even look at my camera and it's all, "Psha! Like I have drivers for Miss So-Last-Year!?!" ... but I digress.I got my new laptop

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-34077784301128417362007-12-25T09:46:00.000-05:002007-12-25T10:00:04.540-05:00

My first encounter this day:me: Good morning, my love!rio: Good morning to YOU, my loooooooooooooove!Does it get better? I don't think so. Cheers!

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-46115942057814739822007-12-24T19:18:00.000-05:002007-12-24T19:27:03.151-05:00

My mother has called 3 times today. I haven't answered. She has managed to completely erase the memory of her dangerous behavior when last we battled. I mean, had dinner. She owes me 14 million apologies and the latest transgression has served to bust the dam. Oh, and she also didn't send even a card so I am following her long lead of neglect and I'm neglecting to play her mind games anymore.Wish

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-44650538911354574242007-12-24T02:08:00.000-05:002007-12-24T02:47:07.181-05:00

Wow. I totally can't sleep. I wonder if it's holiday cheer or the fact that I'm consumed with guilt. Hmm. So, 2am randomness.***Ooo! I am watching Access Hollywood and they just showed a bunch of people falling down on the catwalk. I find it hilarious when people fall.I'm going to hell, right?***Does Posh Spice have teeth? Seriously, she looks silly with her whole "I refuse to smile" thing. She's

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-10383877415299006202007-12-22T22:50:00.000-05:002007-12-22T23:00:44.592-05:00

I don't know how long the 'ho ho ho' trend will last, it kind of snuck up on me as it was. But now I'm having fun with it.Today's holiday cheer:*Tomorrow we'll see both sets of Bear's parents AND his delicious sis and bro-in-law AND their fabulous twins. I can hardly wait to squeeze babies! So, I gave Bear his present so he can photograph tomorrow's festivities. He loves it. I love him.*I sent

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-77912228794567637742007-12-21T22:25:00.000-05:002007-12-21T22:52:20.488-05:00

For Xmas this year, being full of holiday cheer as I presently find myself, I volunteered to take my nephew holiday shopping. There are a million reasons why this is hilarious, but I think the fact that he has not one single gift idea, is sorta lazy, calls me 'Ant Nita' and has Aspergers might paint the broad picture.I asked my brother for time with my nephew every day for the last 3 weeks. He

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-18387264078647869792007-12-20T21:53:00.000-05:002007-12-20T22:17:45.716-05:00

Bear didn't rush to shovel us out after the last 2 storms. Subsequently, our mailman was unable to reach the mailbox on Monday, and Tuesday. So, off to the post office I go. Christmas week. This should be fun, eh?***No one at the PO. Serious ghost town! I mention that to the fine folks working and they proceed to chew me a new one. Nice. So, I get the number of the place where they hold your mail

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-51379625524206760372007-12-18T17:25:00.000-05:002007-12-18T17:27:11.936-05:00

So fun! I've submitted but am not holding my breath :)***I'm working through something right now. It deserves a well though-out post so I just drafted it. I will get it up soon. [giggles]

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-69564846372074699292007-12-17T22:47:00.000-05:002007-12-17T23:02:00.201-05:00

Y'all know how I'm slightly obsessed with child-safety, right? I practically divorced Bear when I came back from a weekend away and Rio said:Mommy! I missed you sooooo much! Daddy let me ride in the front seat! No secret is safe in this house. Not one. I'm being careful but Bear, not so much ... anyway ... We didn't get out yesterday. To the store, but no fresh air. So today, after nap, we suited

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-18250081674095769652007-12-13T13:37:00.000-05:002007-12-13T13:39:16.445-05:00

Know what rocks?This rocks.I hover at level 42 and I'm sorely tempted to cheat. But I don't. As far as you know...But!Today I learned that interment and internment are both words, close in meaning, and I didn't know exactly what the first one meant. Dammit!

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-71610073193808973002007-12-12T20:16:00.000-05:002007-12-12T20:26:24.806-05:00

I'm trying here, people. Trying to embrace this season and spew joy as best I can. And be sincere about it.Today we went to Uncle Mark's house. Rio adores the snot out of him. They were heavily engaged in a game of 'Where is Clifford hiding?' so I buzzed out to the store to gather all the things for the sugar cookies I'm making tonight. Seriously. And a bunch of kids are coming over tomorrow to

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-39995628112117255542007-12-09T23:10:00.000-05:002007-12-09T23:55:46.222-05:00

Do you loathe the holidays? Me, too. I envy the people who looooooove the holidays. The people who bake cookies, and have parties, and just sparkle with elf-like delight. I swear I could slap somebody.For many, many years I was able to avoid the entirety of November/December festivities. No turkey. No 8 crazy nights. No fat man. Nothing. In fact, for years I always volunteered to work so others

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-26283326965625009972007-12-04T19:41:00.000-05:002007-12-04T19:46:13.969-05:00

Medical care has become an interesting topic, no? Well, I just got an email and apparently the hospital in the town next to my hometown (my hometown doesn't have a hospital!) is in the running for an MRI. Yup, some company is giving away an MRI for votes. You don't have to register so I don't think you'll be contacted to buy one for yourself so, what do you say? Vote, would you? Being so close to

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-4037162829042691552007-12-03T11:17:00.000-05:002007-12-03T15:08:40.454-05:00

When I was single, I had a cleaning person. She was awesome. She put my laundry away (I love to wash and fold, but not put away. Kinda weird, huh?!) and cleaned my bathroom and vacuumed and put fresh flowers in my place every Friday. I paid her what she was worth because she didn't ask for enough, and we are still in touch because I still am so thankful to her.Now, I'm in charge of this house.

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-36025228089945013002007-11-30T10:34:00.000-05:002007-12-01T14:49:55.401-05:00

I am not ashamed to admit that right this second I have 2253 unread emails in my gmail inbox. Shoot me. It's taking up less than 20% of my something or other, and I prefer to think of it as proof that I exhibit only certain OCD tendencies. I must confess a small thrill to watching the eye twitch of my more driven friends when I casually toss out the fact that I have THOUSANDS of unread emails,

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-4755398347382709832007-11-29T10:26:00.000-05:002007-11-29T10:32:11.841-05:00

Most of the time she's very much her daddy's daughter. She likes to line things up, build sculptures with negative space, sit quietly with a book, think deep thoughts ... and it's been very good for me to slow down and appreciate her little personage. Especially when it makes no sense to me.But every once in a while she throws me a bone.on the way to school this morningrio: Mommy, I want Damonn..

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-3555937173173634932007-11-28T09:32:00.000-05:002007-11-28T09:55:08.526-05:00

... that I found on the floor and promptly ate.***Today has me experiencing a weird shift. Yesterday Rio and I were late to school. Remarkable because I have thrown world-class fits about 5 minute delays. I hate late. But yesterday she had very specific hair-do requests and granting them made us a little late. Mind you, I'd still have a stroke if I was even 10 seconds late to pick her up ... but

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-54561485924388051082007-11-26T15:02:00.001-05:002007-11-27T10:52:25.872-05:00

Every once in a while I find something on the internet that reinvigorates my faith in the brilliance of mankind. Today, this is it.A drinking umbrella. Genius. And fun! Instead of 'Raindrops on Roses' I could sing, 'Raindrops on my numb red nose .. es' ... well, you get my gist. The only only only problem I can see with this invention is that it appears one has to tip the umbrella down to open

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-47922760118657365542007-11-26T14:29:00.000-05:002007-11-26T14:31:55.136-05:00

Stowe is a funny little town. I was north for the holidays and arranged to meet up with a friend of mine. Who lives in Rhode Island. Yeah, we both drove 4 hours to meet in Vermont instead of someplace close to our homes, but, yeah, that's just how it's rolling around here these days.Anyway, she's doing comedy. Here is a sample of her working on new material. The really funny thing is she's been

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-9073596653011962602007-11-20T13:29:00.000-05:002007-11-20T13:48:34.801-05:00

* When they say, "I have to tinkle right now!" they pretty much mean it.*When your daughter sings "Happy Birthday Mommy!" really loud first thing in the morning you should prepare yourself. All that loud and early singing was the preamble to the incessant "Can we make cuck-cakes?" that will not cease until you relent and make said 'cuck-cakes' and make them now. With help. And direction. From

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-18380491446151716242007-11-19T08:52:00.000-05:002007-11-19T08:53:19.638-05:00

If I move, and don't tell my mother where, does that make me a bad daughter?

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-29222903384663670022007-11-16T07:46:00.000-05:002007-11-16T07:57:54.192-05:00

He's concerned he's been improperly portrayed. He wants everyone (his mom) to know that he doesn't ever make fun of her. It's true, he isn't the mean-spirited sort. He insists their version of 'Who's on First' is a give and take.Okay.Anyway, as a peace offering I'll list his top 5 super sweet moments as they strike me.1. She can totally make him at least half an hour late for work by running

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-40098808058682973812007-11-15T16:55:00.000-05:002007-11-15T17:03:53.133-05:00

As with most three year olds, Rio has some, ah, interesting ways of spitting the english language. A lot of the funny ones are disappearing; a melancholy occurrence.One that is holding tight is, "What you just said?" instead of "What did you say?", ad nauseum, 40 times a day. Because I'm insane I first thought she was deaf, then dumb, and then I realized it's just how she rolls right now.Bear can

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-60953435697448764282007-11-12T15:55:00.000-05:002007-11-13T09:15:33.708-05:00

Halloween involved the first coup of her career. She asked to be Clifford the Big Red Dog and so I dutifully ordered the costume. I also made myself an Emily Elizabeth costume. At the very last moment she refused to be Clifford and decided to be Princess Pea (if your kid doesn't watch this show, try it out. These kind strangers are teaching my daughter to spell!).Here we are

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-50482703766365319462007-11-07T14:00:00.000-05:002007-11-07T14:05:11.455-05:00

Everyone knows I don't do forwards (I'm going to have eleventy billion years of bad luck), answer questions about what animal I'm most like (gazelle), post quizzes stating I'm Princess Leia - what space cadet are you? (Paris Hilton), but I came across something that I must share.Please go to DadGoneMad and consider buying yourself a t-shirt. One of his best friends just died and the proceeds will

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-35083534896571552612007-11-02T07:42:00.000-04:002007-11-02T07:53:13.690-04:00

I did it. Joined a gym. The World Gym in my town is running a great special and I got online and joined.Even better? Today I went! And took a spin class! At 6am! And I didn't cry or throw up!! Exclamation points came with my membership...So, yeah, I'm committed to having a healthy body and healthy mind. Yay me. Oh, and everyone who is forced to deal with me, too. Yay you guys, too.***I have a lot

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-15917491865895716802007-10-29T09:44:00.001-04:002007-10-29T10:05:08.912-04:00

There are times when I think advertising/product development might be fun. Then I get a chance to actually look around and I'm back to wanting to live in a cave. But I would like to be a fly on the wall for certain development meetings....Picture it:Bunch of self-perceived hipster development dudes sitting around with a pile of VC, trying to find 'the next big thing.'h1: reading People magazine .

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-26355301021207788012007-10-28T22:56:00.000-04:002007-10-28T23:12:53.582-04:00

My darling grandmother was here for a week. She left today. I don't know how she feels, but I'm completely exhausted!I dropped her at the airport and went to the Fine Furnishings Show and had the best time. Bear and Rio went to my SIL's World Famous Halloween Party in CT and so I went alone. I really needed a break from all noise and I applaud my husband for getting that and not being insulted. I

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-37847142486559886942007-10-24T19:07:00.000-04:002007-10-24T19:11:22.014-04:00

I had the best lunch with 2 sets of my great-aunts and uncles, and my gram, and the lovely Rio. Who didn't get a nap.Luckily the chocolate revived her.Unluckily it awakened her inner maniac.Luckily most of the table is hard of hearing so the fact that, halfway through a giant piece of 'Death By Chocolate' cake, Rio raised chocolaty finger horns and started hollering, "Rock and Rollllllll!" was

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-87360454094409475852007-10-24T10:11:00.000-04:002007-10-24T10:13:08.580-04:00

Rio is laying on my grandmother's bed. She's face down, long legs swinging in the air and taptapping the bed in lazy alternating arcs. She just said to Gram:Hey Betty Boop - are you old?That kid.

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-68365540440882528262007-10-23T19:19:00.000-04:002007-10-23T19:51:12.621-04:00

Why am I surprised when things go so horribly wrong with my mother? I must be stupid. Really stupid. Bad-probably-shouldn't-have-bred stupid.I'll skip the thousand instances of passive aggressive, borderline personality bullshit, testing of my patience .... that my mother engaged in on Sunday. I'll just hit the high points.*My darling grandmother wanted to go to Vermont to see her. Her, my mother

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-53841184740839423732007-10-16T08:18:00.000-04:002007-10-16T08:20:58.602-04:00

Our exercise for writing class this week is the run-on sentence. Here's mine. Whaddaya think?!***The clock clicks to 11:29 as she bursts through the door and I am struck by her beauty and the new smell of ‘young woman’ that floats in just behind her and all at once I’m transported to when she simply smelled of child and when asked, at 2 years old, what she wanted for Christmas, had so clearly and

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-44229398373878196972007-10-12T07:56:00.000-04:002007-10-12T08:18:39.332-04:00

I grew up in a way that makes me a master of crisis. I was a little, tiny fireman; on-call 24/7. That has left me with the propensity to, um, overreact. On occasion. Like around this whole eval thing.Once I stopped spinning and spraying and exploring which special foams don't impact the environment ... I had the chance to listen. Really listen. From my 'I'm a smart person and nothing is on fire'

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-18174926074284443172007-10-10T16:43:00.000-04:002007-10-10T17:06:25.633-04:00

Um, yah.Preschool is going well. As long as she's away from me, she stops crying. Growth is happening all around.Now, the dance class is another story. She won't get out of my lap. Ever. Once in a while for a quick second, but that's it. Her comfort level is non-existent. After almost a full year there.Today we had the full meltdown. I told her she couldn't sit in my lap during class; she had to

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I'm in a writer's group right now. I never edit. I barely spell-check. I'm a super lazy virtual vomiter of words. Some I like. Some I don't. But I'm way too ambivalent about the whole process.There is a writer inside of me. I slide by here, with the handful of you, by wrapping things up as they pop into my head.Well....I wrote a piece for the class/group. And I'm going to rewrite it. Maybe a few

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Bear and Rio had a great day yesterday. He came home from work absolutely exhausted - to a wife ready to enroll her child in an English boarding school. Instead of his planned catnap, he took the Monkey Princess on an adventure.They dug some holes in the yard. No reason, the both just like to dig. And they scouted the perfect location for a pine cone sanctuary. The pine cone sanctuary does

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-29279917966657065202007-09-24T13:19:00.000-04:002007-09-24T13:29:21.285-04:00

Things that fell out of Bear's head this weekend:"Listen, you signed up for forever so quit being such a fucking bitch." -used to end an argument"I can see it in your face, but nowhere else. Honestly though, I mostly only look at your face and tits." -when asked if he noticed my weight lossThere were a few more doozers, but I didn't write them down and now they're lost in the cloud of advanced

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Last week I mapped out a walking route where I was not so likely to be killed by a car. Our road *looks* like a meandering path through the woods, but it is ridiculously heavily traveled. And has no sidewalk. And I can't see too great pulling out. Ugh.So, I found a new place to go. The best thing about this McMansion neighborhood is that the sidewalks are empty. No one around. I saw a couple of

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We went to preschool orientation today. All 3 of us. I woke up late to Bear snugging me and telling me he had re-set the alarm for even later. I love waking in a panic.*We were late. I argued with Bear because nothing spells relief like spreading your irrational fears to those you love best.*It was really fine. Well, aside from the fact that I've slid into a bizarre alternative reality with the

nitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05597459215264934977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5794822.post-44759486430013795392007-09-19T19:17:00.000-04:002007-09-19T19:42:16.149-04:00

There are days when it's all so simple. The ebb and flow feels just right. The tide washes gently over our lives and I'm in sync with all things. Granted, those days are usually accompanied by my having eaten something off the floor of a public restroom while I'm scrubbing away, but I digress...Today I had a real crisis of confidence. It happened at the Little Gym. Well, before actually. I went

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My optimism knows no bounds. Unfortunately, my ass does. Class kicked me over, then kicked me upright again. The instructor is cute, which is no help. I'd tell you all about it but my hands are numb....One down, 17 to go. Hahahahahhahahaha!

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I guess I'm serious about finally getting into really good shape. I'm one of those people who is always in mostly good shape ... look good for 40+ ... 'you weigh HOW much?!' ...So I've been being really good. Loads and loads of veggies and fruit. Two salads every day. I made Bear go for a long walk on Saturday. To the park with Miss Rio and Jack. Jack's 22 pounds of dog aggression. Whenever we

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