tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44197613571433110782012-01-31T17:11:21.892-05:00The Caffeine-Fueled Adventures of a Starbucks Mom, a Dunkin Donuts Dad, and Their Brewed.Manic Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02397835927560496425noreply@blogger.comBlogger3921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419761357143311078.post-79453438046553232812011-12-27T23:06:00.003-05:002011-12-27T23:06:39.310-05:00

I wanted to give each of you a little something as a thank you for everything you've given me this year. Well, it didn't arrive in time for Christmas. We're all moms here, so I know you'll understand.For my friends, the someday moms: May your eggs be viable and your uterus be hospitable. Or may you find another way.For my friends, the gestating moms: May the first and last trimesters go

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She couldn’t believe that she’d actually agreed to have a drink with him – and at his house no less!I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outsideI've got to go away - Baby it's cold outsideShe’d given in to the holiday spirit and now, here she was in this terrible weather, looking for a way to escape.This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop inSo very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're

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Sunday, November 17th, one month and one day before my due date, Andy, my BIL, and I were watching the Patriots play the Raiders on Sunday Night Football while I consumed my weight in guacamole and chips, feeling HRH doing aerobics in my abdomen. I went to bed somewhere around the 3rd quarter and the Braxton-Hicks continued. Around 1:00 am, I went to the bathroom and upon returning to our

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My first "I remember where I was" moment occurred when the Challenger exploded. It was January 1986. A nor'easter was blowing into Massachusetts and my school closed early. A bunch of us rented some movies and headed to my friend, Joe's house.  My friend, Michele called her father to tell him where she was. I can remember her saying, 'What?!" and to us, "the shuttle exploded! Turn on the

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"The Eagle Has Landed." "Our Long, National Nightmare is Over." "ANDY GOT A JOB!!" And it's good one!  Great company, great package, great opportunity, seven and a half miles from our house...basically...GREAT! My cousin, who went through something similar, said she felt like God had picked them up by the scruff of their necks, and was shaking them saying "Learn. Learn." Since November 30th,

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While many things have occurred over the months that made me want to put pen to paper (fingers to keys?), this was the first that truly begged to be shared... About a week ago, Andy followed Gremlin into the bathroom first thing in the morning and found a small puddle.  Upon discussion, Grem verified that he'd waited too long and hadn't had enough time to get everything working in the right

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The other day, I opened my laptop to find Andy's email open, with this goofy forward from his brother, Greg:When everybody on earth was dead and waiting to enter Paradise, God appeared and said, "I want the men to make two lines. One line for the men who were true heads of their household, and the other line for the men who were dominated by their women. I want all the women to report to St.

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And as we celebrate the four month anniversary of Andy's last day of work, we reach another milestone: the exploration of job opportunities outside of Massachusetts.  Yes, folks; things really are that bad out there.  With this in mind, I'd ask you all to fill out the following survey: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The nearest metropolitan area within reasonable commuting distance

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Remember that email that went around a few years ago about how to give a cat a pill?  It went on and on with steps including massage cat's throat, remove cat from drapery rod, then apply direct pressure to lacerations.  Then there was "how to give a pill to a dog."  Answer: wrap it in bacon.  Gremlin has been experiencing some significant constipation issues for about the past month.  Basically

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January - Dear Funky Mammogram, what a great way to start off the year!  But thanks for being there for me. March - Dear Needle Biopsy, you are not nearly as painful as your name would suggest.  I am so glad you turned out to be a negative guy.  Positive can be such a downer sometimes, y'know? April - Dear Gremlin, we made it!  You're five years old.  I know it was touch and go for a while

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Example 1: A week or so ago, I was in line to get gas at one of the only local places that pumps for you and is relatively cheap.  Based on these criteria, it's generally pretty crowded there.  I noticed a two-pumper where the car in front was pulling away.  I threaded my car between the car at the rear pump and one in the next aisle, pulled the lever to open my little gas door, and waited for

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From Our Home to Yours

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1. Your child comes downstairs after a bath dressed in a Star Wars pajama top and Super Mario bottoms. You: a.) Don't notice. b.) Note that Dad selected the pjs and shrug.  They're ready for bed so it's still a win. c.) Remind yourself to take the 'matching' selections out of the rotation until the laundry catches up. 2. After placing your groceries in the back of your SUV, you note that the '

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  If I hear "what the American people want" one more time, I'm going to...insert hyperbole/expletive here Just so we're clear, I thought I'd let you know what this American wants: I want my husband to have a job lined up when his expires at the end of this month. I want our savings to be savings, not living expenses. I want to be able to refinance our education loans to a reasonable interest

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This would be mine The Problem The Solution Possibly my Favorite Clever! (but not usually at the same time) Photos compiled by The Huffington Post.  There are more than 400 more posted here.  Make sure to take a look. Stay Sane, America!

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I still need to hear these things.   Everyday.

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Scene: Driving to school this morning.  Radio inaudible. Gremlin:  Mom, can you turn up the radio? NPR's Madalit Del Barco: "...lights up her glass Hello Kitty pipe filled with primo California weed." Note: Mom is navigating a rush hour traffic Rotary in a standard shift car.  Can't...safely...reach...radio... Gremlin:  California Wii? HRH:  No, she said Hello Kitty pipe. Gremlin: No! She

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Dear Gremlin, I would like to make a date with you every day for the rest of your life to sit on the couch and snuggle and watch WALL-E.  I know that you're a big boy now; you're in Kindergarten for goodness sakes!  Kindergarten! You sit at the kitchen table and do your homework along side your big brother. We talk a lot about letters and numbers and sounds and words.  You and Daddy played War

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As Andy and I stood in Room 319 stalking waiting to speak with HRH's teacher, I had an epiphany; we didn't need to.  Curriculum Night had gone swimmingly.  Mrs. C. seemed great! HRH was happy in his new class, happy with the work he was being given, happy with his position as A Second Grader.  He started his second week of school by exclaiming, "We get homework this week!  I can't wait to see

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Scene:  Manic Mommy and HRH, reading a few chapters of "Mrs. Roopy Is Loopy" together before bed. MM (reading aloud): "If you want to make your friends laugh, all you have to do is stick your face in their face and say either 'bathroom' or 'underwear.' It works every time." HRH:  Or Uranus... MM: (Cough, laugh, sputter)  True...do you know why? HRH: No... MM (Brain screaming 'stop and think

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Remember when we were kids? Remember life before ubiquitous computers and a laptop for every lap?  And remember life before eleventy-thousand cable channels all telling us what to buy? Remember before cross-marketing - before your toys appeared on cartoons, had their own website, and little substandard versions would appear in your Happy Meals? Remember when the Sears catalog would come out

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For Christmas, Gremlin received a Fisher Price Power Wheels battery powered Mustang.  He's literally worn the wheels out driving it and Dad needed to order some new ones, which came the other day. Further confirmation I chose the right person to be my sons' father:

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Dear Boys, I know it's been a long summer (God knows it's been a long summer) and during that time, some rules have been allowed to slip.  In the interest of smoothly transitioning to the new fall schedule, I felt it would be in everyone's best interest to post a few reminders. Each day, you will be required to wake up.  I know you are fully capable of waking up in the predawn hours of summer so

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My first "I remember where I was" moment occurred when the Challenger exploded just after take-off. It was January 1986. A nor'easter was blowing into Massachusetts and my school closed early to make sure everyone got home safely. A bunch of us rented some movies and headed to my friend, Joe's house to watch. One movie was Thief of Hearts. I can't remember the other one. My friend Michele

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Well, I believe in the soul, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents

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Have you "friended" any news outlets on Facebook?  If you haven't please do!  And be sure at least one of them is local.   One of my greatest pleasures these days is reading the comments - and comments on comments - posted by the jury of my peers currently populating my Facebook space. So one of our local news stations (best known for their sensational journalism, hyperbole, and alliteration)

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Two and a half years ago, I wrote about the angst and anxiety associated with deciding where to send HRH for kindergarten.  We made our decision and felt good about it.  Let's go buy some uniforms, it's off to Catholic school we go! Two years ago, I met several mothers at Little League who warned me repeatedly about the Kindergarten teacher to whom HRH had been assigned.  We chose to take these

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Summer is a time for weeknight picnics on the boat. (no, ours is the little one)

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This post has been a long time coming. It is for my dear friend, J. Who is not naïve and certainly not a fool.  We do not think like them because we are not like them. And we do not want to be like them. Eleven years ago last month. It was a Sunday night. I had been at Andy’s house but decided to sleep at home that night rather than having to run home early the next morning to shower and dress

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What?  This stuff doesn't happen at your house?? Last week, I am awakened from blissful slumber in the middle of the night by the sound of my husband doing his best Braveheart immitation.  (I actually likened it to that scene in Return of the King when Aragorn says, "For Frodo,"  then runs headlong into a phalanx of Orcs at the Black Gate.  But I digresss....) I go from sound asleep to still

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I'm sharing a similar thought with Sarah, in her Trenches of Mommyhood, "If a blogger blogs but every other blogger is at BlogHer, will anyone read it?"  So, as I sit in my kitchen *not* at a bar in NYC, I thought I'd live vicariously by linking to two of my favorite bloggers, one of whom (Sarah) is also *not* at BlogHer but with whom I have shared a drink, and one who is, Jean, Queen of

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Take Two  Some long-time readers may remember last year's camp debacle in which Gremlin was moved from the camp group containing about 20 of his closest friends and classmates to a group of strangers, due to a clerical error.  This resulted in tears (for both Gremlin and Manic Mommy) and an abrupt end to a week of pre-paid day camp for Grem. Being a masochist optimist and figuring the PTSD

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We've all been on the phone with someone and either you or they say "well, I'd better let you go now" when in reality, it's the person saying it who actually wants to get off the phone.  The little trigger in our heads that makes us say that is "The Politeness Filter".  Scientists have recently discovered a correlating filter that operates in the Mommy Brain.  For our purposes, we'll call it "

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Scene: Driving home from an impromptu day trip to the Cape.  A day which featured orange soda and fried clams at Spanky's Clam Shack, hitting two buckets of balls at the driving range, hundreds(ish) of dollars spent at the arcade, and frappes at Four Seas Ice Cream. From the backseat, we hear HRH:  I don't remember too much appreciation these last few days...  You and me both, buddy.

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There are only so many beings living in the house with the opposable thumbs necessary to fill a glass and return the bottle to the fridge with this much juice remaining.  I will find you.

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Over at SuperSisters Jen (sister of my friend, Kristen) wrote the best post and invited us all to play along.  I'd love to hear what you've learned. 1. Even if they've been quietly entertaining themselves for a hour, the second you pick up the phone, they will need you. 2.  No matter how much healthy food you fed them as infants, they will not willingly eat it as preschoolers. 3. You can

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+=Love You, Babe.  Happily.  Ever and After.

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The always awesome Jason from The Jason Show recently posted some thoughts on nudity and asked his readers to share our favorite naked stories.  And who doesn't have one of those?  Without further ado, I humbly submit mine: Back in the late 90s, in my late 20s, I was taking my last business trip out to California before I left my current job.  I was to meet up with our VP of Sales, Bob who had

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It's pretty well documented in the annals of this blog that I am not a cook.  However the one area in which I excel is appetizers.  I recently made this one for our annual Jimmy Buffett pilgrimage.  I think it may be the perfect recipe for hot weather snacking. Greek-ish Seven Layer Dip Ingredients: ~ 8-oz. pkg. cream cheese, softened ~ 1 Tbsp. lemon juice ~ 1 tsp. dried Italian

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Copied verbatim from Selfish Mom. Please take a minute to read this.  Then take another to copy and paste (AND SEND) Amy's well-written email and sign your own name. Nothing good ever comes from me checking CNN before bed.  It’s usually my last stop, just to see what stupid thing Biden did or which vapid celebs are getting divorced.  But tonight it was this, about a mother of two who has been

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Witty observations, tales of the ridiculous, and general rants have been temporarily interrupted.  We apologize for any inconvenience this outage may cause.  Please be assured that our engineers are working diligently to add more hours to the day and activities to the schedule to resolve this issue. We look forward to resuming blogging as time and brain space allows. We appreciate your patience.

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Scene:  MM cleaning up last of dinner dishes.  HRH enters kitchen, left arm raised overhead as if waiting for the teacher to call on him for the answer. HRH:  I think I have my first armpit hair. MM:  Oh?  (peers closely).  I don't see one buddy. HRH:  Oh, maybe I'm just sweaty then.

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Dear Mrs. M., As the school year draws to a close, I wanted to thank you so much for everything you’ve done this year. As we've discussed, the transition from preschool to kindergarten was a particularly rocky one for HRH (perhaps more so for his mommy). We had originally looked to St. Somewhere’s due to a misguided belief that the public schools in Manickville could not meet the needs of our

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Scene:  MM and The Daddy preparing for bed. Daddy:  Babe, I gotta tell you, in the realm of "harsh" tonight, you cracked me up. MM: Smiles beatifically.  The boys have always had their own rooms but given a choice, HRH would rather share space with his brother.  From Mom and Dad's standpoint, HRH camping in Gremlin's room increases the chances of a full night's sleep for everyone.  IT's

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So many captions, so little time: A Boy and His Dirt.Five-Year-Old Heaven.With Apologies to My Neighbors.King of the Mountain.At Least He's Wearing His Old Sneakers. Dirt Devil. orHe's Already in the Tub.

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 Happy Mother's Day to all my wonderful mommy friends and those who do the work of mommies.  From Gremlin: My Mommy's: Name is: CHRISTINE Favorite thing to do is: KEEP THE FAMILY SAFE (I love this one because it proves he does actually hear me) Favorite clothes are: HER BEACH CLOTHES (where beach clothes = t-shirt and capris) Favorite Food is: COUS COUS (Dude, it's ready in FIVE minutes

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"Mom, I was trying to find my bathing suit and I left my bottom drawer open."

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1719 - Robinson Crusoe is published 1859 - Ground broken for Suez Canal 1945 - Allies and Russians link up, cutting Germany in two 1990 - Space Shuttle Discovery places Hubble Telescope in orbit 2005 - Gremlin Manic is born Clear as day, I can see Daddy doing that rhythmic, baby bounce-and-walk, holding you close in the labor and delivery room, speaking softly to you.  That was the first

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For future reference: - Poison Control cannot answer questions related to a 20-pound dog swallowing one Advil Liqui-Gel. - Poison Control does provide the toll-free number to Animal Poison Control. - That number is 1-888-426-4435. - The consultation fee to speak with Animal Poison Control is $65.00 payable by credit card. - If your 20-pound dog swallows one Advil Liqui-Gel, she may

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7:00 pm Wednesday night - Email from neighbor (N1) asking if I can pick up her kindergartener (Lila) after school and drop her off at the sitter's as the sitter will be one child heavy for a safe car ride.  No problem except Thursday is yoga day.  If Lila would like to join us for yoga, I can drop her off at the sitter's after that.  Lila likes yoga, all is well.  Simple. 12:50 pm today - 

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Three things kind of converged in the last few weeks in a way that confirm my belief that we're all in this together.  My polygamist, gay, boyfriend, Jason is taking part in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure 60 Mile Walk.  He's doing it in memory of his mother and in honor of his brother, who was 11 when their mom died. The second thing is that I was called back in after a yearly mammogram

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Scene:  Manic Mommy spies 6-year-old neighbor out front window, clearly trolling for a playmate. MM to Wii-playing 7-year-old:  You know, HRH,  Annabelle would probably love it if you went out with her. HRH (out the side of his mouth):  You mean like on a date? This from the kid that thinks a giant rabbit broke into our house last night and left candy. Happy Easter, my peeps!

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Rainy day activity number 756.

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Wine or chocolate, wine or chocolate?  Oh alright. If you insist. Both. HRH's school has a very enthusiastic PTO that sponsors many activities.  One of the main reasons I'm home with the kids is to take an active role in their lives both in and out of school.  I try to volunteer as often as I can and generally really enjoy doing it. When the PTO posted in the school newsletter that they were

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"It's like Chelsea Handler has made the conscious decision to not look hot anymore." Manic Mommy - 3/20/10 11:36 pm

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What Hurts When You have a Sinus Infection: Hot liquids Cold liquids Luke warm liquids Brushing your teeth  Mint tooth paste Trying to rinse mint toothpaste out of your mouth because it hurts Chewing The sensation of having your teeth pushed out from the inside Standing up Lying down Trying to sleep sitting up Sleep deprivation Focusing Swallowing horse pill-sized antibiotics  Stomach from

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Scene:  Playground at school, just before dismissal.  Mom (not me!) holding her truly pissed off nearly-five-year- old. "We don't touch other people's throw up.  It has germs.  We've talked about this."

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"To:  Dr. Seuss" "If you find this letter blowing, let it keep on going."

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The curse of all parents; the dreaded kids' music playing in the car. I thought I had it licked when I found All You Need is Love: Beatles Songs for Kids. It wasn't exactly like listening to The Fab Four but at least when a song go stuck in your head, you didn't want to gouge your eyes (ears?) out. A couple of years ago, my neighbor turned the boys and me on to They Might be Giants: Here Come

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Dear USA Olympic Spectator: The giant, red, foam, USA cowboy hat? Bold fashion choice. Way to represent! Rube. Dear Guy at Foxwoods sitting next to me at the slots: You really did look like a Butch-y woman. Didn't mean it as an insult when I called you "she". Peace out. Dear Discountfloor.com: $676.10 for 8 boxes of clearance carpet tiles really doesn't feel like a discount. And $80.00

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Nearly a year and a half ago, I wrote this post all about when Andy and I went away for the weekend for our 40th birthdays. It was the first time in our parental life that we had together left the boys for two whole nights in a row. It was heaven. And we haven't done it since...until last Friday night. News Flash! All that stuff I wrote about spending time away being important for a marriage

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Well, Stimey might be taking a vacation from her Junk Pyramid but here at my little cabina contenta, clutter and odor know no holiday! About a week ago, I started to notice a little puddle developing on the top shelf of the fridge, near the orange juice. So I did what most busy moms would do; I ignored it.Next, I noticed that the bread (stored directly below the OJ) was also damp. This time, I

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Ever hear of foreshadowing? Me too.It's February vacation and we're headed to my sister's house to let them (destroy her house for a change) play with their cousins. After I finally get the boys dressed and ready, I head upstairs to retrieve my watch. It is from here that I hear the blood curdling screams of my first born.Like all mammals, I know the differences in my sons' cries. This one was

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...and now for a (rebuttal) guest post in response to my Worst Valentine's Day post written by the subject, himself...Greetings from Macedonia! What better way to celebrate Valentines Day than scratching old scars? Despite my own experience, I am pleased to know that HRH, Gremlin and others are carrying on this fine tradition, at least until "Facebook" reduces the virtue of such childhood

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Gremlin and I spent this afternoon volunteering in HRH's class. We helped the kids decorate their brown paper bag Valentine Holder Bags, watched as the kids distributed their cards, read Valentine-related stories, and cleaned up. I love how truly excited the kids get over their little die-cut valentines; lots of Star Wars from the boys, lots of Disney princesses from the girls, a few really

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My friend, Sue at Laundry for Six was tagged in a meme to post seven red things. She went a little overboard and did ten(ish). I've decided to take up her challenge and post my own seven(ish).Red is Gremlin's most favorite color.Tea is my most favorite beverage.We got a shiny new red emergency plate when we redid the kitchen.Daisy's ears have been bugging her.The vet asked us to get a urine

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It's a balmy 17 degrees out with the wind whipping up to around 30 mph, we just returned home from picking up HRH at school and I. am. furious.Not wanting to venture too far out in the cold and wind, Gremlin and I arrived at HRH's school 45 minutes before dismissal to get the last coveted parking spot in the drop-off/pick-up driveway. Mission accomplished, I turned onto the side street that

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Dear Skanks, Thank you so much for disrupting my yoga class this morning by choosing that spot directly outside of the aerobics studio door to have your screaming fight. It was bad enough when I believed that you were fellow gym-goers. Imagine my surprise to learn that you were not members but rather employees. Also, kudos on your weapon choices in your verbal sparring. "oh yeah" and "who do

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If ever I would leave you,How could it be in spring-time?Knowing how in spring I'm bewitched by you so? Oh, no! not in spring-time! Summer, winter or fall! No, never could I leave you at all! But if ever I would kill you, It would be for this,

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C'mon, people. Did you really think I'd miss this?Combined with this?That's right, not only is The Boston Wine Expo this weekend but my wonderful bloggy friend, Kristen will be selling her awesome Baby Brewing wares. And guess who she asked to help??ME!!That's right, so for all my local friends, both IRL and Bloggy, make sure you stop by the Mommy Needs a Glass of Wine booth to say hi and take

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Scene: Sitting in the Mall Food Court discussing the latest desk configuration in first grade.HRH: Stefan is sitting with us now. Mrs. M moved him because his group was a little too chatty.Mom: Well, that's good because Stefan's your bud.HRH: Yeah. And don't forget, Stefan's Hanukkan!Scene: The Livingroom. HRH voraciously reading page 174 of volume 3 (We just bought the book yesterday

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Scene: In the car on the way home from first day back to school.HRH: Jade and Sean got to stay up to see the ball drop.Manic Mommy: Really? Do you know what that is? I can show it to you on the computer when we get home.Home and settled, MM clicks over to YouTube searching "Ball Drop, Times Sq, New Year's Eve". Voila!MM: Hey guys! Come watch the ball drop!(watching Dick Clark, Ryan

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Each year, Google publishes its Zeitgeist, compiling all the various search terms all of us collectively have typed into that little box in the upper right of our screens which, taken as a whole, present "the spirit of the times" for 2009. Never let it be said that I let a good idea go un-plagiarized. And so, with the help of Google Analytics, I present:The Top 5 Manic Search Categories for

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God Bless Us. Every One.I wanted to give each of you a little something as a thank you for everything you've given me this year. Well, it didn't arrive in time for Christmas. We're all moms here, so I know you'll understand.For my friends, the someday moms: May your eggs be viable and your uterus be hospitable. Or may you find another way.For my friends, the gestating moms: May the first and last

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Tidings of Comfort and JoyWishing a Merry Christmas to all my friends in the BlogisphereYou are a gift

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My wonderful gay boyfriend, Jason, a teacher, posted a truly technicolor set of stories about kids in his class puking through the years. Coincidentally, I was with my dear high school friends over the weekend and we were reliving one of my own favorite puke stories:We were seniors in high school and my friend, Chris' parents were away for the weekend. As you know, this means a party. So we all

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We interrupt regularly scheduled blogging for a musical interlude:

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For Sale: Brother-in-Law1964 Heterosexual.Never married. Low mileage. No baggage.Original hair and teeth.Handsome, smart, funny, athletic.Owns own home and business.Interests:Sports,Mooching meals,Drinking beer,Long walks on the beachName-callingIntroducing minors to scatological humorArriving 30 minutes prior to nephews' bedtime forWrestling Extravaganza!Motivated seller.All serious offers

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I'm Gonna Need a Bigger Shelf.

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Sarah at Slouching Past 40 challenged her readers to write a story in 100 words. This is my submission and my true story:It was a Sunday night and she’d opted not to stay at her fiancé’s house but head back to her place to start off the week.She couldn’t put her finger on it, the house simply “felt funny.” Still, she saw nothing unusual in the semi-darkness. Flipping lights as she went, she

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Last week, after school, HRH caught sight of some kids playing ball and decided to join them. I was pleased as HRH has recently given up most forms of outdoor play, preferring Legos, TV, Wii, Homework, pretty much anything to outdoor exercise. I was also pleased because he insinuated himself into a group in which he knew no one and just waited his turn until it became clear he was indeed

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Heading into the drop-off line at HRH's school.

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God bless my baristaMan that I loveStand in line hereGet mine hereDay or nightVenti's rightChai I loveFrom the drive thruTo the TargetBack to StarbucksLight, no foamGod bless my baristaLive inMy home**Originally posted last year, around this time. I unconsciously sing it almost every (day) time I head there. I'm thinking about the second verse. Any ideas??

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I could never have planned it this perfectly. It started completely innocently, with my sister dialing her pediatrician, who happens to share our area code and exchange, and accidentally calling us. HRH answered the phone and ended up chatting with my five-year-old nephew on speaker (HRH talks to everyone on speaker). Josh's first question was "Did you make a bed for your elf?", which was met

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1. Sung before meals at our preschool:I'm thankful for my friendsAnd my familyI'm thankful for the food I eatI'm happy to be meI think it sums things up rather nicely.2. This Thanksgiving, we went over the (Cape Cod) canal and through the traffic to Andy's sister's house on The Cape. His brother's family came up from Tennessee. My other two BILs were also in attendance. I understand so well

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Harry Burns: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance. Sally Albright: Which one am I? Harry Burns: You're the worst kind; you're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance. Sally Albright: I don't see that.Andy drives a 2005 Saab 93. He picked it up, brand-spanking-new, the day Gremlin was born. After Gremlin was born (we'll talk later). It's already

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1. The shrew on the AT&T Wireless commercial with the roll-over minutes fetish. Do they think this will make me say "Gee, I wanna be like her. Think I'll dump Verizon." or worse, that all moms are like this? Either way, you piss me off. You're on the list2. The pretentious bitch on the Glade commercial. I see that now they're trying to make more likable. And a recurring character. Ad

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First grade work: Choose a word from the word list, use it in a sentence, and draw an accompanying picture. The beret kills me. And "good art work"?

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Sentenced to two weeks in the Cone (of silence) for a radical hysterectomy she neither requested nor knew was coming. Welcome to responsible pet ownership, baby girl.

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1. I have recently taken note of what a complete ass I sound like when I take the dog out to pee:"Daisy peeps outside, Good Girl?" (getting her to the back door)"Daisy peeps" (reminding her of why we're here)"Go peeps outside, Daisy" (reinforcement, chanted continuously while she sniffs the entire yard)"Good Girl! Daisy did peeps outside!" (y'know)"Daisy, poops outside?" (the bonus round)Moron2.

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Scene 1: Target, near the toy aisleUnknown child: Yuck. I don't like Star Wars!HRH (frantically whipping his head around to spot the blasphemer): Oh, it's a girl.Scene 2: Our house. MM in kitchen. HRH in basement watching Return of the Jedi, playing Marble Mania.MM: Hey buddy, come on up. It's time to go get Gremlin at school.HRH: Well, it was good while it lasted...Scene 3: The car on the

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Gremlin is home from school today. He had a pretty good hacking cough for most of the night and was really cranky/sleepy/not himself this morning. Thankfully, no fever. We've already had one (known) case of H1N1 at his preschool but not in his class. This weekend alone, the children of two Facebook friends and the sister of a Bloggy friend were diagnosed with it. My mommy radar was humming

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Scene:HRH: Snuggled up to Mommy in the pre-dawn darkness. Ready to chat.Manic Mommy: Shoved to the middle of the bed, head sandwiched between two pillows like she's strapped to a back board.The Daddy: On his side, facing away, playing possum.HRH: Mom?MM: Hmmmm?HRH: Sometimes, I go into Gremlin's room in the morning and try to wake him up by pulling his eyelids open.MM: And does that wake him up?

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Last night, I danced upstairs to join my husband with a huge grin on my face! No babe, you're not getting lucky but I just did! Remember that one guy I told you about back in college? A friend of a friend, we sometimes hung around in the same circles. Remember I was interested in him and he even gave me a ride home one night and we spent a little "quality time" in the front seat of his

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Because I married you, I have: A Bread Winner A Bug Killer A Cat A Co-parent A Date for holidays A Designated Driver A Dirty job do-er A Dog A Fellow Star Trek geek Good Tire Air Pressure A Heavy lifter In Laws A Joint checking account Life insurance A Mortgage A Necklace-clasper An Omelet

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Each school day, we drop off and pick up HRH by walking across a busy street. Always at the cross-walk, nearly always waved on by Gremlin's new best friend, Mary, the crossing guard. She's very pleasant, always smiling, quite efficient; waving on the kids, giving the "one minute" signal to stopped cars, directing others to take the left turn while other drivers wait somewhat patiently for their

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BobaJangoThe Fetts enjoying a little down time after a hard day ofBounty Hunting and Cloning:Also, Daisy doesn't like the fake cobwebs. She's a stickler for cleanliness, like her mother...

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