busy with mark’s leg business (he is going to live!) and charlotte’s second birthday (impromptu party!) and biomom visit (she bought a house here!) and some blogher stuff. go enjoy on flickr for a while.

charlotte and my dad
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the baked ziti recipe that has been discussed is here. i would recommend adding spicy sausage or something to it for extra zing, it you swing that way.
also, the best freakin’ chocolate cake in the whole world! with oatmeal! it has fibre! it is like negative net carbs! or not.
one for my veggies – lentil lasagne. RULES!
best baked beans. just pay attention to my disclaimer and bake them for like at least an hour longer. soak them and boil them. they are betterer and softerer that way.
and dudes, peanut butter jelly time. with a baseball bat.
xo

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Ok, if you are going to BlogHer, shit or get off the pot. The cheap hotel rooms are going fast and this thing is going to ROCK even more this year, so GO TO IT! Lets create more lovin’ in this female blog community. LETS!!! ok.
www.blogher.org
and yeah, i’m going, in case the endorsement wasn’t clear.
GO!

it is too close to bedtime to tell you much. i posted some stuff on flickr. still trying to figure out the new camera. i need a lesson. from a person. it is the whole flash versus no flash versus shutter speed then it gets blurry and jeez toddlers move fast.
we have been close to home the last several days. mark had Factor V Leiden (thick blood essentially) and has a boo boo (phlebitis) on/in his leg which may or may not be serious, but is definitely painful. the doctor suggests “wet heat”, which sounds dirty, so i giggle, but run him a bath anyhow. i am being all casual, but this all worries me to fuck. this means i have to stop kicking mark in the leg. so, if anyone has any alternatives to said leg kicking, let me know.


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first, let me clear up, the ‘day care’ where i work is a great place. i leave charlotte there and we are lovely and gentle and generous with your kids. most of us are moms and although we are paid 3 cents and hour, we are infinitely trustworthy and nice. mostly.
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i am trying to do a freakin’ meme that em tagged me for. i am not sure i can complete it, but i will make a go at it. don’t even think of tagging me again. well, go ahead and think about it, but i am a lazy lazy ass who rarely follows through. on anything. memes, house chores, sit-ups, everything.
she is asking for 5 weird habits
1.) i like to wear socks all the time. summer, winter, fall. in fact in winter, i like to wear two pairs. this is partially because my feet are often cold, but i have done it all my life. also, socks must be mostly cotton, or wool with a thin pair of cotton ones underneath. i dread the sandal/bare feet season, even though it only lasts for like 3 days here in the arctic.
2.) i do not like fruit in my savoury food except for pineapple on pizza. no fruit chutneys on the side, no orange sections in the salad, no raisins in ANYTHING, no mangoes in the curry.
3.) like mrs. kennedy, i also do not like to wash my hair. but i do.
4.) i don’t like old black and white movies. i just don’t. i won’t watch them. how can i relate with people who had no colour in their movies? same goes for tv shows.
5.) i hate furniture in a room that is on an angle and my underwear must also be cotton.
weird habits or just predilictions? i dunno. i am meme-tarded.

bunnies in our front yard, taken by mark

if you aren’t reading Ninjapoodles, then why the hell do you even bother coming on to the web? Belinda has become a dear friend. She is funny, smart, is a freakin’ poodle lover and a crazy Bap’, but i love her anyhow.
PLEASE VOTE FOR HER IN THE “BEST NEW BLOG” CATEGORY!!!*
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*honestly, i think blog awards are kinda’ silly, but i love my Belinda
Now, I can go to sleep.

Belinda’s daughter with some poodle pups.

i was checking out my bloglines and thinking “why don’t these slack ass people on my blog roll update”… and then i thought “i guess I could update”. my brain gets so full (of shit) and i feel like i can’t post because it will be like barfing all over anyone who reads. NICE metaphor! welcome any new readers!
i will tell you a little about my “job”. i spend 3-6 hours a week at the daycare in my gym. working. for like 3 cents an hour. it is a somewhat different than my pre-child job in a lovely windowed office with a fancy computer and a work VISA card with a coffee shop in the foyer. where i made more like 6 cents an hour.
it is really cheap to leave your kid with us while you workout at my gym. it is a ladies only gym, just for clarity and perspective and assumptions sake. it costs 3 bucks for a “drop in” or 2 bucks per visit for 20 visits. CHEAP! we are not really a licensed day care, we are a baby sitting service and this is clearly stated in our literature, i don’t have any fancy child carin’ fer training. we do not change your kid’s diaper, feed them, rock them to sleep, or even like them. we do make sure they are not crying, they have crafty things to do and as assload of toys. when we PAGE you to the day care it is because your 10 month old has been crying for more than a nano-second. we try to soothe using several methods (not whiskey, so don’t suggest) before we page you. when you come up to check things out, see your crying baby and then ask if you can take a shower, don’t be surprised if i say “sure if you don’t mind dakota/jett/peyton/brittnay to be crying during said shower” and then write about it on my blog using a million commas. god forbid you drive home sweaty and can’t cleanse yourself until the babe takes a nap. poor little lamb. some kids i want to bring home, other kids, i wish would never come back.
whenever i hold a crying baby, or any other kid, charlotte throws herself on the (rubber) floor and puts her head down to sob. she is obviously aware that i now love this baby WAY more than her and i will be taking little cyndi, (who will no doubt dot her “i” with a heart when she is 13) home to live with us and leaving her behind. this is an improvement from the remora like attachment i have mentioned before. my child is shy. i have been working at the gym since march, and it is only really this week (her new year’s resolution perhaps?) that she has been able to spend a few minutes here and there frolicking with other gym-going toddlers.
also, i think we may have a mouse in the house. or in the kitchen anyhow.

i wanted to write a new years post. a wrap up of the year (less likely) or a list of half assed resolutions (more likely), or a loftier list of probably ain’t gonna happen goals for 2006 (which might be fun, or depressing).
i am actually having post holiday funk. yes, already. i hate to complain. ok, i don’t really hate to complain, but you will hate me complaining about mark’s 3 weeks of holidays being over. anyhow, mark’s 3 weeks of christmas holidays are over and i am back to being full-time mom. i will miss the slack. mark got up with charlotte every morning and put her down for her nap everyday and rocked her to sleep every night. you hate me, i know. i did have a really nice holiday, just so we are clear. i got a new camera, and other fabulous things. i am suspicious mark sold a kidney.
but i am chemically fucked up remember? bi-polar lite, anxiety, soul crushing body hatred, etc etc. i am a veritable cornucopia of pharmaceuticals when it seems to be in vogue to go off mood altering drugs. last night, new years eve, my birthday (december 31, 1969 to clarify), i had an anxiety attack which rendered me shaky and alone to the spare room bed to compose myself. with the help of the lights off and a clonazepam.
ahh, my pillows are finally dry. Belinda will mock me because i always seem to be on IM late waiting for my fucking laundry. i guess i am a bad time estimator and i often forget to move things from washer to dryer. and i NEEDED to wash our bed pillows today, because you know, it is a reasonable resolution. also, i think i am staying up late to postpone tomorrow coming. the END of holidays.
so, to start
1. wash pillows

mark took this with the new nikon D70S (the S stands for sexy as far as i can tell)