One of the boards I read (all that AP mom shit) had a thread today about how annoying it is when someone asks if your baby is “good”–meaning quiet, sleeps a lot, and doesn’t interfere with your life.
My favorite come back on the thread was:
“I tell them “No, he’s TERRIBLE! Yesterday I went to check on him when he was supposed to be napping and he had two prostitutes in there with him and I was like ‘Son, they have to go home now’ and he was like ‘##@$ you mom!’ and busted a cap in my @**!”
Meme snagged from the always lovely
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My mother hand copied all of our family recipes into a cookbook for me. I think this is awesome and spiffy and I am incredibly grateful. You know that perfect cursive that was above the chalkboard in third grade? My mother writes like that. It’s incredible. Her handwriting is a joy to read. And tomorrow (Thursday), along with Miss Laura, I get to start baking! I’m so thrilled. So you all get a poll!
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I have a mixed history with Christmas. Sometimes it has gone well (I had a couple of good ones thanks to Tom) and sometimes it has gone very poorly. Now that I’m the mommy I get to set a lot of the parameters around how Christmas goes so I’m thinking about that a lot. There are a few traditions my mother started which I want to continue:
-You get to open one present on Christmas Eve. It’s jammies. Ha!
-Your stocking is full of a mixture of very useful things and very silly things. Socks and underwear are pretty standard.
-Home made cinnamon rolls for breakfast. 🙂
-Your “Santa” present is unwrapped under the tree so that you can have something to play with before everyone else is ready to open presents.
What kinds of traditions did ya’ll grow up with? What traditions do you still keep?
Before anyone is snarky: yes, I recognize that many of my friends are Jewish. Tell me about your Winter Holiday of Choice traditions. 🙂
If I don’t like my interactions with someone, stop having them. Check.
I feel like a broken record but such is life. Unless I specifically ask for advice I am not looking to receive any. I am not the sweetest person when people offer me advice. I recognize this and I’m ok with it. If you don’t like my response to you when you give me advice might I suggest that you stop giving me advice. My response is unlikely to change and you are going to spend a lot of time feeling frustrated with me because I am not polite. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Think about that. (Ok, I don’t know if that is actually the definition… but it’s a really awesome pithy saying.)
So we go to Urgent Care and the only doctor available is… the one I didn’t want to see. Farking great.
Shanna’s fine, of course. I got to answer a bunch of insulting questions about whether or not I’m letting Shanna play with bleach.
edited to add:
She didn’t literally ask if let her play with bleach. She was just really persistent in asking over and over about every single cleaning product in the house and whether or not they are locked up.
I just called trying to get an appointment for Shanna. She yanks on her ears enough that I have a very small amount of concern about an ear infection. Not a huge concern, but enough that I’m willing to go have her checked out as a basic preventative thing. So I called for an appointment. I was first told that I can’t have a well child check up if I think there is maybe anything wrong with her, I have to have a sick baby visit. When I told her I didn’t really think the baby was sick she got snippy and said, “Well what is it you want?” I said I wanted an appointment with a doctor. Then she told me to call Dr. x (my primary doctor)’s office and talk to them about what kind of visit to schedule. I told her I would like to see a different doctor and she asked me why. I told her I didn’t like the way Dr. x interacted with my daughter on the first visit and I would like to see a pediatrician. She told me to go online and browse profiles of doctors and call back and see if I can get an appointment with the one I select. Uhm, I’m going to be changing insurance plans soon so I don’t feel a need to spend a bunch of time searching for the “right” doctor, can I have an appointment with anyone who has an opening in the next day or so? She told me that I should just go to urgent care then. Goodbye and have a nice day.
WTF! Bitch!
You know how sometimes when you poop you can tell exactly what you had to eat? By that metric, Shanna’s first food was Great Fir.
And it seems that her first favorite food is banana. She’s still not that thrilled with broccoli or avocado, but she’s starting to lurch for banana. And she’s chewing! It’s very cute to watch. 🙂 Still no sign of teeth. I’m probably grateful given that she’s still my little booby-monster.
And right now I am alone in my house. I’m not sure what to do with myself. Hm. On one hand I feel like I should go do chores. On the other hand–this is the first hour I have been alone in my house in over six months, screw chores.
hmmm
In my dream invited me over for dinner so he, , and could make fun of me. I had such a good time that I really didn’t mind. 🙂
So I’m looking up information about international travel with babes. I found a really neat site so I thought I would share: http://flyingwithchildren.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-flight-attendant-for-thirteen-years.html
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This morning I had a couple of reasons to feel morose. One was the comp exam and the second was personal enough that I am not going to explicitly state it on livejournal. ooooh cryptic
I went and saw a prof at SJSU about the comp exam. He told me that I barely failed and it was because I was too general. He said it is pretty obvious that I know the material and what I should do to prep for the next time is do more practice runs of timed writing trials to push myself into better form for such excursions. I can do that. No more reading? No more reading!! (Although I will probably do some more reading.) And the poetry section was my strongest essay. How is that for funny?
The second thing that made me morose has been a bit of a roller coaster ride for the past couple of weeks. Things on that front are now to a level that I feel good about. *phew*
Oh, and I got a B+ on my last Spanish test and she gave us most of the questions for the final in class tonight and we did them as a group. Things are looking way the heck up tonight.
Or at least, too much stuff. About nine years ago I bought some wrapping paper from my nephew as he was trying to win a prize in a fundraiser. I’m uhm, still using it. From the looks of the rolls, I may have another four or five years. I’m getting somewhat sick of it and would rather not have more than a decade of the same wrapping paper. So I would love it if some folks brought their presents over here and we can wrap your presents. Hell, I’ll do most of the work if you play with Shanna. 🙂
So c’mon… you know you want to get out of wrapping presents…
A long-time friend unfriended me recently so I wondered what I had posted that was so awful. After reviewing my recent entries I have come to the conclusion that it probably had nothing to do with what I am posting.
I did notice that I post about negative stuff a lot. That’s lame because I am generally in a good mood and my life is good. I’m not sure why it is easier to bitch and whine.
I spend a lot of my time reading (books I want to read- yay!), putzing around doing chores and errands, and caring for Shanna. I am finding that because most of my life is just so nifty that I feel extra frustrated when I feel frustrated at all. That seems odd to me.
I’m really enjoying being a homebody. I get out to socialize one or two times a week and I run errands usually one day a week. I double up on socializing and errands sometimes when Miss Laura wants to see me. 🙂
Next week I have finals for Spanish. I am going to start baking on Thursday. I’m pretty excited. 🙂
I know I posted a Christmas wish list, but really that was just for Noah’s sake. 🙂 What I *really* want for Christmas is for you to send me a picture of yourself that you really like. (And you. And you. And you over there in the back.)
See, I love having pictures up. I think it’s awesome. Mostly at this point I have pictures of Shanna and as nifty as she is, she is hardly the be-all-end-all of my life. If you think I consider you a friend, I want a picture of you. Actual honest-to-Gawd print photos would be my favorite, but if you don’t have a print picture you like of yourself it’s dandy-fine to send me a digital picture and I’ll get off my ass and figure out how to get prints made. (I’m sure it isn’t that hard, I’ve just never done it.)
These pictures can be recent or from the distant past (I have a fondness for the grinning kindergarten pictures). I have a mild preference for a picture from the time I have known you, but it’s only a mild preference. How do you want me to see you? If you want to send me not strictly-G-rated pictures I’ll hang them in my bedroom with the other non-G-rated pictures in my house. 🙂 [uhhh…I’m not asking for pornographic pictures–I mean more like wearing fetish gear or something…]
If you want, you can think of it as a meme. 🙂 [Hey rbus–I would love to know what you look like. If you sent me a picture of that creepy ass Santa I won’t be overly thrilled.]
It’s amazing to me how this stay-at-home-mom gig works. Caring for Shanna requires continual physical effort (it’s not *hard* physical effort, but it is physical work) and almost no intellectual effort. Yet I don’t have the mental bandwidth to do much else at the same time. Studying Spanish is hard. I don’t retain the stuff I do while I’m playing with her. I have to be interruptable at all times (As I come back from a diaper change that had to happen mid-entry). I feel like my brain is not working the way it used to. I feel like I am less smart, like my brain is on hiatus.
This doesn’t make the prospect of studying for the comp exam any happier. My daughter is the whole scope of my world right now, or at least I wish she was. I’m so happy most days. I love seeing how she changes day by day. This is all I want to be doing right now. It’s interesting because I have always derived so much of my self-image from my intelligence and what I am doing right now has no part in that.
I want to be done with school so bad I could scream. I have missed four semesters of school entirely in the past 23 years. Otherwise I have been in school for at least some portion of every term. I am starting to hate school. I am starting to lose any desire to learn what can be taught in school. There are still many things I want to learn–don’t get me wrong. I just want to go out into the world, damnit.
But I have a Spanish presentation tonight. And finals next week. And I have many more months of studying ahead of me for the comp exam. And I have two more terms of Spanish if I pass the exam. I have decided that I am going to study like mad and take the test in April. If I fail I am not going to bother with finishing Spanish. I have too much resentment as it is. I hope I don’t fail. I am going to work pretty hard to ensure I don’t. *sigh*