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11/12/2008 13:06 #46657
awesome10/13/2008 08:57 #46080
monday morning emptiesare COMPLETELY different now.
not that we burn through THAT much milk in a weekend, but sheesh...
i had the VERy most disturbing dream, that i was getting ready to teach and was reviewing and going over my lesson plan out of view of the students, and then when i got into the classroom all the kids were getting gassed, and some were wandering around in blank eyed confusion, and there was just mayhem. i crawled for the windows and breathed through my shirt, rather than trying to help anyone.
the most fucked up thing about it, was the lesson plan had the same first name, for some reason, as my daughter. and in the dream that was also the name of the gas.
not that we burn through THAT much milk in a weekend, but sheesh...
i had the VERy most disturbing dream, that i was getting ready to teach and was reviewing and going over my lesson plan out of view of the students, and then when i got into the classroom all the kids were getting gassed, and some were wandering around in blank eyed confusion, and there was just mayhem. i crawled for the windows and breathed through my shirt, rather than trying to help anyone.
the most fucked up thing about it, was the lesson plan had the same first name, for some reason, as my daughter. and in the dream that was also the name of the gas.
09/05/2008 07:08 #45580
news flash! parenting totally kicking myass.
wednesday mornings, seemingly all the moms in town CONVERGE upon the playground and there's just a diaperload full of kids. great! and i ought not to talk turkey, this being such a small town and all, and all these moms being so very nice..... just the thing that bugs me is they all make it look so EASY. for example, at least when they arrive, their children are free of gunk on their faces and hands, or in their baby hair, and have non-rumpled looking clothing on. or at least CLOTHES on. they do not say "ma? ma? Ma? ma? ma?" until their mother wants to shake them (although this just started with my son, it sets my teeth on edge like nothing else). the moms pull a virtual organic mini mart out of their strollers or what have you, and my son is (thankfully) included, otherwise he might just stand there with his mouth wide open and cheep. loudly.
and the moms, while monitoring 100% for signs of non-sharing, pushing, falling off any playground equipment, and staying put---even for more than 1 kid! have nice conversations, with little interruption, and also they have nice flat bellies as little as 2 (TWO) darn months after having a baby, while here i am jogging my baby weight off 11 big ones later. who ARE these moms? how did their legs get so shaven, their hair so coiffed? surely they didn't go to the salon before the playground, cuz that's the only place MY hair gets done......
hm. maybe the convos about the hard stuff ARE going on, and i don't catch them because i'm simultaneously removing sand from the baby's mouth with my shirt and putting the boy's shoes on for the 80th time, while visions of the non-organic snacks i managed to toss into the stroller dance in my head.
wednesday mornings, seemingly all the moms in town CONVERGE upon the playground and there's just a diaperload full of kids. great! and i ought not to talk turkey, this being such a small town and all, and all these moms being so very nice..... just the thing that bugs me is they all make it look so EASY. for example, at least when they arrive, their children are free of gunk on their faces and hands, or in their baby hair, and have non-rumpled looking clothing on. or at least CLOTHES on. they do not say "ma? ma? Ma? ma? ma?" until their mother wants to shake them (although this just started with my son, it sets my teeth on edge like nothing else). the moms pull a virtual organic mini mart out of their strollers or what have you, and my son is (thankfully) included, otherwise he might just stand there with his mouth wide open and cheep. loudly.
and the moms, while monitoring 100% for signs of non-sharing, pushing, falling off any playground equipment, and staying put---even for more than 1 kid! have nice conversations, with little interruption, and also they have nice flat bellies as little as 2 (TWO) darn months after having a baby, while here i am jogging my baby weight off 11 big ones later. who ARE these moms? how did their legs get so shaven, their hair so coiffed? surely they didn't go to the salon before the playground, cuz that's the only place MY hair gets done......
hm. maybe the convos about the hard stuff ARE going on, and i don't catch them because i'm simultaneously removing sand from the baby's mouth with my shirt and putting the boy's shoes on for the 80th time, while visions of the non-organic snacks i managed to toss into the stroller dance in my head.
trisha - 09/07/08 19:53
thanks all for the encouragement!
and though i definitely can't concur, the seduction fantasy is damn hilarious....
thanks all for the encouragement!
and though i definitely can't concur, the seduction fantasy is damn hilarious....
tinypliny - 09/05/08 08:05
Hey, just to let you know, my mom had a VERY tough time with my brother and I and she talked about all these moms as well. :) Maybe they are aliens - the real kind from some other galaxy.
Hey, just to let you know, my mom had a VERY tough time with my brother and I and she talked about all these moms as well. :) Maybe they are aliens - the real kind from some other galaxy.
springfaerie - 09/05/08 07:53
My dear, you're doing a great job with those kids! I know, first hand, I've been to your house, remember? The Boy is very active and almost Scarily smart. Baby Girl is mobile now, not easy when they're both into everything. It's easy to look at others and wonder, "They make it look easy?" but you don't know that they're not wondering how you do it, too. Plus, you work. I'm betting Not-so-much for them. You love your kids and you're doing your very best and that's all that can be asked, really. And they're your first priority. So you're hair isn't done, so what. You're kids are happy!
My dear, you're doing a great job with those kids! I know, first hand, I've been to your house, remember? The Boy is very active and almost Scarily smart. Baby Girl is mobile now, not easy when they're both into everything. It's easy to look at others and wonder, "They make it look easy?" but you don't know that they're not wondering how you do it, too. Plus, you work. I'm betting Not-so-much for them. You love your kids and you're doing your very best and that's all that can be asked, really. And they're your first priority. So you're hair isn't done, so what. You're kids are happy!
imk2 - 09/05/08 07:52
see, that's exactly why i never talked to the mothers of my daughter's school mates. i mean, it could have been because most of them were like 20 years older than i and i felt as if i had absolutely nothing in common with them, but i also felt like they were full of shit, pompous, pretentious, biaaatches.
i would hate them so much that i would fantasize about seducing their husbands (because i was 17 and we know how middle aged men react to barely legal girls) having hot nasty sex on their kitchen counters, filming it and throwing it in their face.
of course i never did, but it was fun to imagine.
see, that's exactly why i never talked to the mothers of my daughter's school mates. i mean, it could have been because most of them were like 20 years older than i and i felt as if i had absolutely nothing in common with them, but i also felt like they were full of shit, pompous, pretentious, biaaatches.
i would hate them so much that i would fantasize about seducing their husbands (because i was 17 and we know how middle aged men react to barely legal girls) having hot nasty sex on their kitchen counters, filming it and throwing it in their face.
of course i never did, but it was fun to imagine.
mrmike - 09/05/08 07:43
Hang in there!
Hang in there!
08/23/2008 22:27 #45430
king crab, troubled thoughtsi once dreamed king crab legs
would not stop growing from my mouth
as i watched in a mirror horrified
now i wish that would happen
from the place where words come might some
beast of the ocean be birthed
and set to devouring
to tearing apart
to clawing
might i be lulled by salt
pulled by moons
washed by nothing
finally speechless and
without the need
would not stop growing from my mouth
as i watched in a mirror horrified
now i wish that would happen
from the place where words come might some
beast of the ocean be birthed
and set to devouring
to tearing apart
to clawing
might i be lulled by salt
pulled by moons
washed by nothing
finally speechless and
without the need
springfaerie - 08/28/08 11:18
It's a very good poem, my dear. Are you feeling Writer's Block or something, because the quality of the poem belies the Writer's Block, a malady that I myself have also been suffering under- seemingly perpetually so.
It's a very good poem, my dear. Are you feeling Writer's Block or something, because the quality of the poem belies the Writer's Block, a malady that I myself have also been suffering under- seemingly perpetually so.
08/18/2008 21:02 #45362
crazy quilt etc.it's such a uniquely modern problem to have a running 'blog filter' in your daily interior monologue--perhaps the blog has become the exterior monologue. i have found myself shaking my head cartoon-style to try to shake off the little nag
'hey, should i blog this?' ...not ALL the time, but more than i'd like. then, how funny, when i get here it was like...'hmm....what's been going on?' whole lotta nothing, lots of interior monologue-ing.
this photo came out SO odd...but really i just wanted to show the gigundo and beauteous head that is this cauliflower-- bigger than my son's (ok so he's 2 but he's a BIG 2) and about the size of mine. it was a must have at the farmer's market. haha. must-have cauliflower.
definitely one for the future blackmail pile.
mark twain said "cauliflower is nothing more than cabbage with a college education."
it was awesome steamed, with butter & lemon pepper.
my own garden, while largely inedible, is something i'm super grateful for. my mom helped a TON< but a lot was us too. it really is lovely now. not bad for the 1st year here, with a toddler and an infant.
dahlia
yellow echinacea/coneflower
pincushion
next year we will really begin to tear things up, putting in a new driveway, a brick pathway, and a slight privacy fence, since militant yard lady next door nearly ran my baby over with a lawnmower this summer. not long, i believe it can be wondrous, even for being so small. *especially* for being so small.
so i guess we're getting closer.... just where the hell's the pot? it's been aeons without it..... tho i swear that southern tier beer has a secret ingredient... oh yum.
'hey, should i blog this?' ...not ALL the time, but more than i'd like. then, how funny, when i get here it was like...'hmm....what's been going on?' whole lotta nothing, lots of interior monologue-ing.
this photo came out SO odd...but really i just wanted to show the gigundo and beauteous head that is this cauliflower-- bigger than my son's (ok so he's 2 but he's a BIG 2) and about the size of mine. it was a must have at the farmer's market. haha. must-have cauliflower.
definitely one for the future blackmail pile.
mark twain said "cauliflower is nothing more than cabbage with a college education."
it was awesome steamed, with butter & lemon pepper.
my own garden, while largely inedible, is something i'm super grateful for. my mom helped a TON< but a lot was us too. it really is lovely now. not bad for the 1st year here, with a toddler and an infant.
dahlia
yellow echinacea/coneflower
pincushion
next year we will really begin to tear things up, putting in a new driveway, a brick pathway, and a slight privacy fence, since militant yard lady next door nearly ran my baby over with a lawnmower this summer. not long, i believe it can be wondrous, even for being so small. *especially* for being so small.
so i guess we're getting closer.... just where the hell's the pot? it's been aeons without it..... tho i swear that southern tier beer has a secret ingredient... oh yum.
libertad - 08/18/08 22:05
I love your kitchen.
I love your kitchen.
That is really a disturbing and/or fucked dream. Sounds like one you will always remember and I do have some of those myself. You are a very good recycler I see. That is definitely one of my main ocd behaviors is recycling.