Posing with kitties "Laura" and "China" (pronounced CHIN-NA).
I found this picture on mom and dad's computer. I liked it. It was taken at Lily's birthday parade.
31 July 2007
Pictures
Posing with kitties "Laura" and "China" (pronounced CHIN-NA).
I found this picture on mom and dad's computer. I liked it. It was taken at Lily's birthday parade.
School Supplies
I love school supplies. Claire and I went shopping for her kindergarten supplies this past week and I was reminded just how much I love them. The new crayons, markers, and notebooks get me excited! I bought some new pens for myself--the nice fine-tip kind and I held the 20 count package of rainbow colored sharpies in my hands, but knew better than to purchase them (an 18 month old Claire colored on my then brand new washer with a sharpie. NEVER AGAIN!). We loaded up her stuff in the cart. I could tell she was geeked over the new things too.
Even as a kid I loved office/ school supplies. I would hide pens and paper in my room like precious treasures. The kid in me drools over the beautiful things at Paper Source , but I rarely browse the e-store--it makes me covet. :)
Even as a kid I loved office/ school supplies. I would hide pens and paper in my room like precious treasures. The kid in me drools over the beautiful things at Paper Source , but I rarely browse the e-store--it makes me covet. :)
30 July 2007
The NEW Neglect-o-matic
I have put the infant swing in the attic. It has been replaced by the excersaucer. It is a bulky piece of baby equipment that mothers for centuries survived without, though I really don't know how. What did moms do at 4:00 PM when they were trying to cook dinner, deal with cranky children, and a crying baby? Drink Diet Coke?
29 July 2007
Laundry
I am convinced that if two pieces of laundry are left alone in a private place that "baby" laundry will be born at an exponential rate.
I currently have a mountain of dirty laundry in my laundry room. I really don't mind doing it. I rather enjoy the entire process. I get to go downstairs in my "own" room, listen to talk radio, and just be by myself for a while. But I have to do at least a load everyday or mountains start to form, and I feel somewhat anxious until the mountain goes away. I need to relax--it is JUST laundry. Arghhhhh.
I currently have a mountain of dirty laundry in my laundry room. I really don't mind doing it. I rather enjoy the entire process. I get to go downstairs in my "own" room, listen to talk radio, and just be by myself for a while. But I have to do at least a load everyday or mountains start to form, and I feel somewhat anxious until the mountain goes away. I need to relax--it is JUST laundry. Arghhhhh.
27 July 2007
Storm Tracker Jim
We had thunderstorms last night. I am terrified of storms. It stems from my childhood. I am pretty sure my siblings are not fond of bad weather either (not that anyone LOVES bad weather, but you know what I mean).
My father is obsessed with the weather. Not with the physics of the weather or how it works, just the predictions and current status. Since the Internet has been in our house, the NOAA has been the homepage. He has gadgets all over his house that give information on the humidity or changing pressure. He is a remodeling contractor by trade and he follows the weather--trends, predictions, radio broadcasts, etc. He needs to do this because of his job; if he has a roof open it is best to have a sunny forecast--or a damn good tarp.
On top of this, my childhood home was in the woods. I remember waking during violent storms, listening to the wind whip through the trees, trying to stay calm and waiting for my father (who was no doubt listening to the weather radio) to call through the house "EVERYONE DOWNSTAIRS!". Trees did fall down around our house in bad weather, and on a few occasions onto the house. So, the combination of the constant awareness of the weather conditions and anxiety over being squished by a windfallen tree has left me scarred for life.
My husband, one of the lightest sleepers I know, can sleep through thunderstorms (he actually likes them because they make his grass green). I have resigned to the fact that I am the storm tracker for my family. Hopefully my children will grow up unscathed.
My father is obsessed with the weather. Not with the physics of the weather or how it works, just the predictions and current status. Since the Internet has been in our house, the NOAA has been the homepage. He has gadgets all over his house that give information on the humidity or changing pressure. He is a remodeling contractor by trade and he follows the weather--trends, predictions, radio broadcasts, etc. He needs to do this because of his job; if he has a roof open it is best to have a sunny forecast--or a damn good tarp.
On top of this, my childhood home was in the woods. I remember waking during violent storms, listening to the wind whip through the trees, trying to stay calm and waiting for my father (who was no doubt listening to the weather radio) to call through the house "EVERYONE DOWNSTAIRS!". Trees did fall down around our house in bad weather, and on a few occasions onto the house. So, the combination of the constant awareness of the weather conditions and anxiety over being squished by a windfallen tree has left me scarred for life.
My husband, one of the lightest sleepers I know, can sleep through thunderstorms (he actually likes them because they make his grass green). I have resigned to the fact that I am the storm tracker for my family. Hopefully my children will grow up unscathed.
Diet Coke
My name is Erin and I am completely and hopelessly addicted to Diet Coke. I consider my addiction only slightly better than smoking cigarettes, especially considering that urban legend e-mail that goes around, stating that aspartame causes brain tumors. If it is true, which I have been assured that it is NOT TRUE by compulsive Google searches, I am surely a goner by 36. (Though oddly enough, I noticed a new study out, apparently I am going to die from this stuff after all.) Whenever I start feeling my blood pressure rise, I have an immediate craving for Diet Coke. I know it is going to be a bad day if I drink a can by 9:00 AM.
I probably average 7 12 oz. cans a week. Compared to some other Diet Coke addicts I know, I am not too bad. I read in a gossip magazine that Victoria "Posh Spice" Beckham only drinks Diet Coke--she apparently hates the taste of water.
I drink Diet Coke from the can. I wait until it goes on sale and buy LOTS. At one point this summer I think my stash in the basement was 2 or 3 cases. But it tastes best from a soda fountain. My good friend Jill (also an addict) talks about a favorite Mexican restaurant in her old town that had free refills on fountain soda. She said the cups were almost liter sized, and she would drink 1 1/2 of the giant cups. I don't know if I could show as much restraint. The summer promotion at McDonald's for a 42 oz. soft drink for 89 cents----is always very tempting.
Do I want my children to learn my Diet Coke habit? Of course not. I am a terrible example of how to cope with stress. I have tried to stop. My husband thinks that it is hilariously ironic that it is called Diet "Coke". I went cold turkey, only to break down (within a day or two) and buy a 2 liter bottle from local convenience store. When Chris opened the refrigerator and saw the half-gone container, I felt like a naughty puppy with my tail between my legs.
I probably average 7 12 oz. cans a week. Compared to some other Diet Coke addicts I know, I am not too bad. I read in a gossip magazine that Victoria "Posh Spice" Beckham only drinks Diet Coke--she apparently hates the taste of water.
I drink Diet Coke from the can. I wait until it goes on sale and buy LOTS. At one point this summer I think my stash in the basement was 2 or 3 cases. But it tastes best from a soda fountain. My good friend Jill (also an addict) talks about a favorite Mexican restaurant in her old town that had free refills on fountain soda. She said the cups were almost liter sized, and she would drink 1 1/2 of the giant cups. I don't know if I could show as much restraint. The summer promotion at McDonald's for a 42 oz. soft drink for 89 cents----is always very tempting.
Do I want my children to learn my Diet Coke habit? Of course not. I am a terrible example of how to cope with stress. I have tried to stop. My husband thinks that it is hilariously ironic that it is called Diet "Coke". I went cold turkey, only to break down (within a day or two) and buy a 2 liter bottle from local convenience store. When Chris opened the refrigerator and saw the half-gone container, I felt like a naughty puppy with my tail between my legs.
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