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Whoa nellie November 24, 2006

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I didn’t get to NBPM day 24 just to screw it all up! But I just headed to bed and nearly completely blew it. So I came back for a short and sweet story about compromise. (We take Olivia home Sunday afternoon, so I’ll have to start thinking up my own ideas again… drat!)

We drove out to Hobbs to visit my cousin Lynn today (my mom, Olivia & me). While we were there, Livi spotted Lynn’s candy stash and asked if she could have some. We told her she could pick one piece after lunch.

We all got in my mom’s truck later on and headed to Western Sizzlin’ for lunch, and of course, the sweets were at the forefront of Olivia’s thoughts.

“We’re going to eat lunch,  and then I can have some candy?” she asked.

“Yes, you can pick a piece of candy after lunch, but you have to eat a really good lunch, ok?”

“OK. But DON’T put any green beans on my plate, OK?”


Measuring Success November 23, 2006

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Anyone else think the way to measure the success of a holiday meal is by the amount of time it takes you to fit the leftovers into the fridge?

Some raisins are not for eating November 22, 2006

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A day or two ago, I left Olivia in the bathtub longer than I normally do because I was straightening up the bathroom and the sink area just outside the bathroom door while Harry was straightening up the closet and changing the cat boxes, and it was nice to have her safely out of the way. (I was only like 3 feet away from her, of course; we have a really small apartment.) She was quite pruny when she got out, but figuring she wouldn’t be as likely to know what a prune was, when I saw her examining her wrinkly fingers I told her they looked like raisins.

She cocked her head slightly, then slowly stuck her index finger in her mouth and sucked on it a little.

“It doesn’t taste like a raisin?” she said quizzically.

I was too busy quieting the huge snort that almost escaped to remember the rest of that conversation.


When I had pulled the fourth or so pan of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies (Go now! Make them! They are awesome!) from the oven, and reminded Olivia for the four hundredth or so time do. not. touch. It. Is. HOT., she reached up and jabbed a finger at the cookie sheet.

In the few seconds it took for her to register the pain through the shock, I had already spun around and grabbed a medicine cup from the drainer, and poured some ice cold water from the bottle I had on the counter into it, and stuck her finger in it.

(Is that anywhere near the right thing to do? I know cold water is what I want when I burn myself… which is fairly often because I’m a clutz in the kitchen… but really, I have no clue…).

While she quieted the sobs that had started to build, I hugged her for a minute and explained that the cool water would help keep it from hurting. Once she was still sniffling but reasonably calm, I went back to spooning cookies onto the next pan. She was standing on her step-stool next to me, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as she would pull her finger out every couple of minutes, look at it until she began to mutter “ow, ow ow” and place it back into the cup.

I got distracted, probably swapping cooked cookie pans from the oven for raw ones, so I wasn’t looking at her when she exclaimed,

“Don’t eat it!!!”

I froze. “Don’t eat what???”

“My finger. It might look like a raisin, but you CANNOT eat it.”


Once upon a time… November 21, 2006

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…there was a fair maiden who became afflicted with a dreaded affliction. This afflcition fell upon the fair maiden anytime she failed in her mission to avoid infectious contact with the wee princess in her charge.

Following a long stretch wherein the maiden avoided the affliction, she grew careless in her efforts at preventing it from taking hold, and soon found herself inadvertently drinking from the wee one’s water cup. And so it began…

The fair maiden found herself the next day with an inexplicably persistent headache. It was unresponsive to medications for such things, and she pondered the origins of the little beast.

Upon awakening the following morning, the veil of confusion was lifted. Yea, with her throat a great deal swollen, and her nose as if a field of cotton had blossomed within overnight, things became quite clear.

The dreaded Daycare Plague was indeed upon her! Woeful was the fair maiden; she’d been down this path before. As long as she avoided eating or drinking after the wee princess, she could be fairly safe, but in sharing a drink with the wee one, she had brought the plight upon herself. Her only course of action was to ply herself with Zicam (the new nectar of the gods) and wish for an early death.

Or, an early bedtime. Which was won by bribing the wee angel with a bedtime movie.

The one where I have nothing to say November 20, 2006

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Seriously… nothing to say. It’s day 20 of NaBloPoMo! 2/3 of the way there… it doesn’t seem like it really. The idea that I’ve posted 20 times in the last 20 days just escapes me; did I really? Neat 🙂

This was our last lazy day this week, and it’s only Monday! Tomorrow will be my shopping day, because I refuse to go anywhere near Wal-Mart on the day before Thanksgiving (Wednesday night is my usual grocery night). Even if I was going by myself, it would be out of the question, but the thought is even more absurd since Olivia will be with me. As it is, I think she and I will go right after lunch tomorrow when she’s full and happy.

My list feels like it’s a mile long, and I’m not even cooking the “real food.” I’ll make a lasagna (meat-free) to go with the turkey my mom is making, so that I’m not stuck just eating veggies. (What kind of vegetarian am I, right?) But mainly, I’ve got the dessert duty. I think my mom is making a cobbler, and she already made fudge over the weekend. My husband requested 2 pans of blonde brownies, and because I feel bad for him marrying into a not very pumpkin-oriented family, I decided to make the pumpkin cookies I saw on Kerflop’s site. Luckily for our waistlines, most of the fudge, brownies, and cookies will get divided up for goodie boxes to go to work with my husband, and home with my step-daughter.

So… yeah, Tuesday shopping. Wednesday, baking/cooking (if I don’t start some of it Tuesday). Thursday, eeeeating. Friday, probably going to visit family out of state (day-trip). Weekend, who knows. Maybe a quick trip to the in-laws.

Thursday morning, Livi & I are going to go to my mom’s early to watch the parade, and I’m going to make french toast. I have a fantastic recipe (will probably post it later this week) and my mom recently told me she’s NEVER had french toast. (Which is obviously why I never had it before a year or two ago.) So, we will remedy that situation shorly.

We still have no idea whether or not Harry will have to work. The topic just flat hasn’t even come up at work, which baffles me – aren’t other people trying to plan meals and trips?? How can people not be anxious to find out these things? It makes no sense.

On a side note, I guess you realize times are desparate when you’re willing to put the Sesame Street sing-along tape back into circulation after it was “accidently” retired to our sock drawer a few months ago (if we had heard “Roll Over” one. more. time…). But right now? If I have to hear Pop Goes the Weasel or the Hokey Pokey one. more. time….

ESP November 19, 2006

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When I decided to post about the skunk for the Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt, I thought about digging him out and staging something really cute, with the step-kid and/or the cats, and/or the hubs, or just with the skunk itself. But laziness won (not to mention the trillion things we were running around doing at the end of last week preparing for keeping Olivia for all of Thanksgiving week, and since picking her up yesterday morning), and I just pulled up the best picture I had of the skunk; it was from the first place we lived, an old rundown trailer house.

The only thing it had going for it was that it was easily 200-300 sq feet larger than the apt. we have now. But, you know, I think the trade off for losing the scorpions, the holes in the floor from the 400 lb man that lived there before us, and keeping warm in the winter by using my hair dryer as our sole source of heat, was worth it. But it means we have alot of stuff still in boxes that we just plain don’t have room to unpack (even though we’ve been here for 2 years). The skunk was a victim of this; he hasn’t seen the light of day since we moved.

Apparently, this morning Olivia was climbing around the corner of our bedroom where most of these boxes are stacked, and she caught a glimpse of the skunk. She came to me and said, “Can I play with your teddy bear?”

That question isn’t unusual around here, but it also is about as generic as they come. We have a pretty good sized menagerie, a good bit of which is out of her reach (stuffed animals with sentimental value – from our childhood, or courtship). “Which one?”

“The red one,” she says. “Where is it?” “In that box!” she says with a flourish.

Now I know what she’s talking about! “Oh! That’s not a teddy bear, it’s a skunk!” Her eyes get wide, “a skunk? Can I play with it?”

“Um…. it’s bigger than you are, kiddo…”

“Can I please play with your big red skunk, please?” How can I resist? She’s helping me with a photo op.

As I get into the box, I see the cats have been here – there are shredded cardboard bits from the sides and top of the box stuck to the skunk’s fur. I pull him out, and as I’m picking pieces of paper off of him meerkat-style, I ask her if she knows what Valentine’s Day is (“Yes! It’s for giving presents to my mommy and my grandma and my aunt and my teacher!”) I tell her about how I gave it to her Daddy because I love him so very much. She’s grinning and hopping with excitement.

She spots the heart on his tail and asks what it says, and then without waiting for an answer she tells me, “it says ‘Love Skunk.'” I stifle a giggle and tell her it actually says “You’re Sweet.” She nods like that was obvious – “Yep. ‘You’re a sweet Love Skunk.'”

Finally, the thing is confetti free and I hand it over. She goes running um, lumbering from the room with it yelling “Daddy! I have your skunk!!” He didn’t know what we were up to, so that was a nicely surprising sight for him to see.





Saturday Scavenger Hunt – Plush November 18, 2006

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 I surprised my husband with this giant skunk on our first Valentine’s day together. My Computer Imaging club was selling and hand delivering carnations, so I gave it to a couple of friends in the club and had them deliver it at lunch. Luckily, I have a husband who was not offended or embarrassed in the least by receiving a 4 foot skunk in public 😉

Random Knowledge November 17, 2006

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I saw this linked at The Looney Bin the other day and thought it was kinda neat. Somebody spent an insane amount of time putting together just about anything you could ever want to know about your birthdate. So visit the Birthday Calculator to see what crazy things you can learn about the day you came into this world.

Some things about me:

You were born on a Tuesday
under the astrological sign Sagittarius.
Your Life path number is 3.

Life Path Compatibility:
You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 3, 6 & 9. (My husband is a 6, for what it’s worth.)
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 2, 5 & 11.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 4, 7, 8 & 22.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2445310.5.
The golden number for 1982 is 7.
The epact number for 1982 is 5.
The year 1982 was not a leap year.

Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 1/25/1982 and ending 2/12/1983.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Dog.

Your Native American Zodiac sign is Owl; your plant is Mistletoe.

You were born in the Egyptian month of Menchir, the second month of the season of Poret (Emergence – Fertile soil).

Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 22 Kislev 5743.
Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 23 Kislev 5743. (Nope, born at 11:23 am)

The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is which is
12 baktun 18 katun 9 tun 9 uinal 6 kin

The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Tuesday, 20 Safar 1403 (1403-2-20).

The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 11 April 1982.
The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 18 April 1982.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 24 February 1982.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 30 May 1982.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 6 June 1982.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Saturday, 18 September 1982.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Thursday, 8 April 1982.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 23 February 1982.

As of 11/17/2006 7:59:11 PM EST
You are 23 years old.
You are 287 months old.
You are 1,249 weeks old.
You are 8,746 days old.
You are 209,923 hours old.
You are 12,595,439 minutes old.
You are 755,726,351 seconds old.

Celebrities who share your birthday:

Aaron Carter (1987) Tino Martinez (1967) C. Thomas Howell (1966)
Edd Hall (1958) Larry Bird (1956) Tom Waits (1949)
Johnny Bench (1947) Harry Chapin (1942) Ellen Burstyn (1932)
Ted Knight (1923) Eli Wallach (1915) Louis Prima (1910)

Top songs of 1982

I Love Rock `n’ Roll by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
Ebony and Ivory by Paul McCartney & Stevie Wonder Centerfold by J. Geils Band
Maneater by Daryl Hall & John Oates Jack & Diane by John Cougar
Don’t You Want Me by Human League Up Where We Belong by Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes
Abracadabra by Steve Miller Band Hard to Say I’m Sorry by Chicago

Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 3.42309197651663 years old. (Life’s just a big chewy bone for you!)

There are 20 days till your next birthday
on which your cake will have 24 candles. 😉

Those 24 candles produce 24 BTUs,
or 6,048 calories of heat (that’s only 6.0480 food Calories!) .
You can boil 2.74 US ounces of water with that many candles.

In 1982 there were approximately 3.6 million births in the US.
In 1982 the US population was approximately 226,545,805 people, 64.0 persons per square mile.

Your birthstone is Blue Zircon

The Mystical properties of Blue Zircon

Zircon helps one be more at peace with oneself.

Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)

Blue Topaz, Ruby, Lapis Lazuli

Your birth tree is

The moon’s phase on the day you were orn was waning gibbous.

Payback November 16, 2006

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I got a little taste of vengeance this morning, care of my oh so sweet kitty Stitch.

Last night, when I was headed to bed, Stitch was curled up asleep on a tall stack of storage boxes against the wall by the foot of the bed. This is a favorite location for all 3 cats; we often find more than one of them cuddled up there together. It is a favorite location of ours (for them) as well, because it’s the perfect height for us to pet, scratch, kiss, cuddle, and generally torment them as we walk by.

So, I did what any good kitty mama does and scratched his ears and his chin, and laid my head on him for a minute (because who can resist a perfectly good kitty pillow?) and then went on to bed, leaving the slightly peeved furball behind.

Then, about 4:15am, shortly before my alarm went off, I woke up.

To a face full of cat.

Stitch was trying to curl up on my pillow… or on my head… I’m not really sure which. Not being awake enough to fight with him, I attempted to just move over and give him half of the pillow, but he followed me, scooting over right along with me and still practically covering my mouth and nose. I swear he was looking at me like “yeah, NOT SO NICE, is it Mom?” He finally got settled, and I moved over again and positioned my head so that I could breathe.

Then I wrapped my arms around him, and used him for a pillow, and went back to sleep.

I’m about to miss the deadline!! November 15, 2006

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So uh, here’s a post. About… Um… I……….. can’t think of anything to write about in 5 minutes’ time.

Oh, I found a new site yesterday, TheDailyMeme.com, so I’ll use it! I picked the Wednesday Mind Hump meme from Blogdrive Insanity. It’s a word association thing – “I say… you think…” Just answer with the first thing you think about each word, no right or wrong answer!
Just a

Copy the list above into your own blog if you want to play!

shooting star

dum dum (lollipop)

my pretty blue car

stop procrastinating my blog posts!!

give my computer a swift kick if it keeps overheating on me

heyyyy i’m running out of time

Just a
just another minute until midnight!

let’s um… add a few more hours to the day, because that would realllly help me out 😉