At least SOMEONE’S sleeping like a baby. This house has turned me into a Nervous Nellie and a Doubting Thomas. Whenever something new is opened up (the floor, a pipe, a line of credit), I fully expect that something “surprising” will happen. A rat’s nest will be exposed. We’ll all discover that there is actually no “foundation” to this place. Little things like that. And when people estimate that a job will take two days (“three days, tops”), I no {Read More}
Easter Is A Full Contact Sport.
April 9, 2012 By 3 Comments
Those are some pretty special-looking eggs. I spent a good part of last week preparing for Easter with the girls (and Peej). We made paper Easter bunnies and plastered them to our front window. We braided traditional Armenian cheoreg biscuits to consume on Easter morning. Eggs were [carefully] dyed. We even unleashed the girls onto a wealthy neighborhood’s egg hunt. Everything was in place for a cinchy, relaxing, and nice Easter morning. Even though P.J. wanted to go to 8am {Read More}
When Mom’s Sick, We’re ALL Sick.
February 27, 2012 By Leave a Comment
Hasn’t been changed in weeks. Over the course of the past week, I experienced my first full-on Sicky since becoming a parent. We’d all been ping-ponging the same sniffles and such back and forth, but on the rebound I apparently caught them straight in the jugular. I woke up one morning freezing cold, achy and bruised, swollen and stuffed o’ face, and not really “awake” at all. The kind of sick where you can’t even imagine sitting straight up, let {Read More}
Itchy, Itchy, Ichabod.
December 19, 2011 By 3 Comments
We almost had ourselves a regular Situation this weekend. My Mom’s CRAZY! It started out innocuously enough; I felt a little itchy on my belly on Friday afternoon, but promptly forgot about it due to the two miniature people demanding things like warmth and sustenance. That evening Peej had his holiday party at work (returning home in time to tuck in the Norabug, obvie- what a rager), and I ran out to get some groceries- -Making a quick, super-secret stop {Read More}
Boycotton 2: The Drawstring Strikes Back
November 17, 2011 By 3 Comments
It’s fully been a week now of this whole Put On A Pair Of Pants Like You Mean It (And For God’s Sake Maybe Comb That Hair), a.k.a. my attempt to not be Mayor McGrubbington. For a solid week (actually, since last Wednesday- “counting” has never been one of my strongest suits) I’ve chosen a decent-ish outfit, sans sweatpants or hoodies, and attempted to style my hair and face. And here’s what the past week has shown me. I’m clearly {Read More}
Boycotton. That’s Right.
November 14, 2011 By 2 Comments
Rainbow stripes are slimming. And now, a half-week update on Boycotton (a term I’ve just now thoroughly invented to define my week-long ban on sweatpants): I continue to not wear my cozies- excepting, obviously, those occasions wherein it is not only acceptable but expected; bedtime, early evening viewings of Jane Eyre, etc., etc.- and here is what I’ve found. It is difficult. Because nothing fits. Nothing. I am too small to wear my maternity pants (you so rarely hear the {Read More}
Daylight Savings AGAIN?!
November 7, 2011 By 1 Comment
Out of sorts. But not Emo malaise. It has come to my attention- and not for the first time, either- that the institution of Daylight Savings is a terrible idea. Truly awful. Lemme ‘splain. 1. Neither I, nor anyone in my immediate family or scope of reference, has now or at any time been A FARMER. I care not about an extra hour of crop harvestin’. Or an hour less. (I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHICH ONE IT BENEFITS.) All know {Read More}
Let’s Leave The Stick Out Of It.
August 4, 2011 By Leave a Comment
She IS part Celt. Today we’re gonna play the game called Highlights, Lowlights, and Jheri Curl. (Okay, there’s no Jheri Curl. Except for Nora’s. But she can’t help it on account of the humidity.) Highlight: My blood sugar and hemoglobin are both good for this week. Which is awesome, since I wasn’t aware of anything remotely connected to my hemoglobin, and would have no idea what “bad” hemoglobin is. Lowlight (Low point? Lowlight sounds fancier): The positively ancient and nearsighted {Read More}
