I confess

While Donnie has been away my patience has grown thinner but my waistline has not (damn those dinners of Doritos and wine followed by dessert--all while Bug is sleeping of course).


I tip better if a waiter/waitress refers to me as "miss" rather than "ma'am."


I nearly polished off a full bag of frosted animal crackers before Bug knew they were in the house (see top confession above...).

I don't want to change my horoscope sign. I liked being a Libra all these years--balanced yet out of whack.

My mind tells me to exercise but the rest of my body doesn't move.

There are times I really miss the baby stage (as in Bug being a baby...not me). One thing I never miss about babyhood: changing crib sheets.

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WW (sort of)

Kicking and Hitting and Spitting...oh my

Sigh...that was my morning. (Clarification: that was Bug's morning...I was the recipient of the kicking and hitting and spitting.) Why the big to do? I wanted him to get dressed--you know--for school because it's TUESDAY.

I confess

Because this is what all the cool kids are doing...Glamazon and Mamarazzi are hosting and I'm a bit of a party crasher...it's the new me.
I confess...

I've been a horrible blogger and a horrible reader for awhile now. I swear I'm working my way back...I've got new glasses now (hey, kids, they're bifocals...oh wait, I can't be that old...they're "progressives" so now I have no excuse for not reading other than being a lazy slug).

I hate my new glasses.

I've had hot chocolate every day this week and one day I had it twice (the second one was a gift so that should be guilt-free, right?). It's such a winter treat for me so I try to tell myself I will only drink it on cold mornings. But...it's January so I declare every morning cold.

I didn't really mind getting back into the routine of work for Donnie and me and school for Bug this week. I did, however, mind the alarm going off five days in a row and having to actually GO to work.

Over the holiday break I said "dammit" so I could put myself in time out and get a little quiet break. HEAVEN!!!

I've become a wuss about needles. Yesterday I had to get blood taken for allergy tests. I have rotten veins so it took multiple tries in my arms. I was nearly hyperventilating by time the little tube was filled. I should have been given a lollipop or a sticker or a good stiff drink when it was over.

It's been so long since I've done laundry, I'm not sure I remember where our washing machine is or how to operate it. Guess what I'll be doing this weekend...

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Random Tuesday Thoughts

Now that the holidays are over and resolutions are hovering about, it's probably a good time to give up the daily hot chocolate but it's so good and perfect on these cold mornings. Making it with skim or fat-free milk totally justifies the whipped cream, right? Or maybe I'll ask if our dress code at the office can include sweats.

Apparently, another of my resolutions is to drink more wine. I'm guessing I'll be more successful on that than giving up hot chocolate.

Here's our little girl, Miss VeraCora, snuggling up on Bug's Elmo chair. It's cute but the thing you should really notice in the photo is the pirate ship to the right of the chair. Friends gave it to Bug and when he received it, he was told it had 35 million pieces. I put it together and believe that number was fairly accurate. I'm quite pleased with myself (and I don't think it matters at all that I had a few extra pieces when the ship was completed).

Read any good books lately? I'm in a lull and could really use a suggestion to jump start my reading.

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Oh, hello 2011

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art--write or draw or build or sing or live only as you can. And, I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

--Neil Gaiman

I saw this quote on The World According to Curly Girl blog (check it out if you don't know it already) and wanted to share it. Happy new year!

it's the most wonderful time of the year...

and I'm already feeling pooped. It's December 1. I need to get some energy going...

I'm trying to make the house look festive for HONKA (as Bug says) and Christmas. I go to SD this weekend to visit my mom and I would love to return to a home that looks and feels like the holidays. Not sure that will happen (see missing energy above).

Do you have a real or fake tree? We've usually had real trees but had a small fake tree for a couple of years. Now I'm feeling the need for a full-size tree. I'm leaning toward a fake one just because the real ones can be so expensive year after year and getting a pre-lit artificial tree sounds pretty easy. I figure if I have some greens in the house I'll still get that real tree smell.


My mom fell and broke her pelvic bone a few weeks ago. The other day on the phone she said she was just sitting on the floor of her room and didn't know how she got there. Obviously, she fell. Nothing broken but she did have some bruises. She doesn't understand--or more accurately--doesn't remember that she can't walk on her own. My heart goes out to her. I know it's frustrating for her because she wants to do more and her body is betraying her. I don't expect this to be an easy trip. When I'm visiting her, I'll pick up gifts for the family so we can have a little wrapping party in her room to bring a bit of the Christmas season to her. After all, it's the most wonderful time of the year...