I've just finished reading the daily blog of one of my favorite musicision whom I have a love/hate relationship with and I'm just blown away. He's finally gotten off of his high horse (this guy once actually called me out on the net for called music piracy a Robin Hood class misdemeanor - although he did straighten me out on how much musicians make off each CD and it's ATROCIOUSLY little) and has started writing again.
It made me hurt to read his words. It made me remember back to when I was 19 and falling in love with his music for the first time during one of the most troubled and painful periods in my life.
It made me want to write...again. It also made me realize how much I love this. I'm too ADD to keep a scrapbook, so this is it. It always has been. My poetry was my scrapbook for years because I hated seeing myself in photos but now that I'm happy I can't write poetry anymore.
What does that mean for you? It means you are get the by invitation only (HA) front row seat to my rebirth. I rediscovered that breathy feeling when you read something powerful and remember that even though your stuff will NEVER be as good as what just made you feel all breathy that you are also in the same club as the people you admire.
You're a writer.
It's been ages since I breathed the scent of good words and excitement. It's been years since I've been revved up enough to stop and say "I remember why I loved this"
David has always felt I've wasted my talent and packed away my creativity and although he's mostly right (although I'm really not all that talented) I want to unpack it, dust it off and try again. Maybe it's time to finally finish that short story I've been working on for 13 years.
I've also been surfing the net today and checked out the Post Secret blog. If you've never seen it you should. It's amazing. It's funny, maddening, tragic.
I have terrible heart burn right now and I miss David, who I haven't spoken to all day. Our 4th anniversary is soon. Four years of marriage and 6 years of love together. He's still the coolest person I know and I'm so proud of the fact that we think our daughter is the most fun person to hang around and that on the odd occasion, we spent a Monday evening doing Vodka shots and playing Scrabble.
I won on Monday. I was pretty proud!
He's my best friend, it's that simple. Do you want to know how effing lucky I am? On Sunday I was in a shitty mood and I apologized and his answer was "Baby, even when you're in a bad mood there still isn't anyone on earth I'd rather spend time with". And it wasn't all sappy...it was just...cool. Matter of fact. Just like him.
Talk about taking people as they are...he has more compassion than anyone I've ever met. And somehow I got him to committ the biggest act of compassion ever - he married me!
I am a very lucky girl. Me and HappyBabyMonkey got it made with that man. We are the luckiest girls in the world!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I hate technology
I wrote you guys this long post about our house of horrors this weekend and it got eaten.
I'll recap:
June 2005 - Moved into new house. Landlord ominously said "We don't have a roach problem"
A year of good living
September 23, 2006 - RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN - Two roaches killed by noon.
September 24, 2006 - middle of the night RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN.
Roach on the counter - RIP
Roach on the counter - RIP
Roach on the bedroom wall - RIP
ROACH ON ME IN BED - RIFP
Did I mention this is the second time this has happened?
I hate this house and I can't wait to move out of it.
Zoe is crawling like a champ now and is such a ham I just wish I could video tape her 24 hours a day.
Gotta run for a while, but will post more later.
I'll recap:
June 2005 - Moved into new house. Landlord ominously said "We don't have a roach problem"
A year of good living
September 23, 2006 - RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN - Two roaches killed by noon.
September 24, 2006 - middle of the night RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN RAIN.
Roach on the counter - RIP
Roach on the counter - RIP
Roach on the bedroom wall - RIP
ROACH ON ME IN BED - RIFP
Did I mention this is the second time this has happened?
I hate this house and I can't wait to move out of it.
Zoe is crawling like a champ now and is such a ham I just wish I could video tape her 24 hours a day.
Gotta run for a while, but will post more later.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Da Brat
There are many words for what has happened to our child in the past couple of weeks. Some of the euphamisms include "spirited" and "head strong". A really nice one was "dripping with personality". That's the South for you - three more words and 8 more syllables to say what was intended - BRAT.
She's even on the BRAT diet right now for God's sake.
If you've been reading you know that she's been sick for over two weeks now, first with a respiratory infection and then a stomach virus. The genius parents (that's me and David by the way) took her off of all of her medicine including her ZANTAC. Let's try a hard one...what's Zantac for? Oh...I know, I know (picture me raising my hand Hermione Grainger style while receiving withering but still sexy looks from Snape) - REFLUX.
Thank God for my mother. I was too much of a dumbass to figure out that she wassn't really throwing up anymore! Her reflux had gotten so bad off of her meds that everything was just coming right back out again! So...we add back in the Zantac and low and behold - no more exorcist baby.
The problem now is that she's used to being held, coddled and clucked at. She's grown accustomed in a VERY princess way of being spoken to in phrases like "does the wittle babies tum tum feel bad?" and "ooooh, did you thwow up? It'll be okay baby!" She's been held for pretty much two weeks straight now. Everyone's physically tired of holding her yet that is all she wants. She's even WAVING like a princess.
It's little things that start with crying when you put her down. It's subtle manipulations like the fact that she doesn't want to hold her own bottle now. She has an entourage by God - why SHOULD she?
Then there is the oh-so-Zha-Zha slapping. She slaps your face. You say "NO Zoe". She smiles that sweet smile and looks at the hand your holding. Then she rears the other one back and slaps you silly AGAIN! That one got her put in her crib. Ooooooh did she scream. She did NOT like being put in her room.
Saturday, on a trip to go shopping with Mom and me, Mom decided to sit in the backseat with her. Zoe screamed for at least 20 minutes while holding out her arms to be picked up. Mom stuck to her guns and said no. That's when the staring started. Zoe stared so hard at her Mom finally had to just turn away and look out the window. I could see her in the rearview and was honestly afraid flames might shoot out of those eyes and smite my Mom right then and there. She looked a little like that asshole baby from "Who Framed Roger Rabit". All you needed was a cigarette and you would have had a damn fine villain on your hands.
So, the staring continues. And continues until we finally figure out about a half hour later the little lady has fallen asleep with her eyes open! That's my girl! She's studying up to be a part of the circus already!
The last straw was last night, right before bed. We fed her applesauce, her first real food she could stomach in a week. David couldn't get it in fast enough. I tried to tell him, I could see the shifting beneath her eyes and then it happened....
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
She effing GROWLED at him! It was hysterical. It made me wonder what I'd do when her first curse word came out. It was sooo hard not to laugh. But we made it. Baby Monkey went down for the night. But not, as you can imagine, without adding her two cents.
She's even on the BRAT diet right now for God's sake.
If you've been reading you know that she's been sick for over two weeks now, first with a respiratory infection and then a stomach virus. The genius parents (that's me and David by the way) took her off of all of her medicine including her ZANTAC. Let's try a hard one...what's Zantac for? Oh...I know, I know (picture me raising my hand Hermione Grainger style while receiving withering but still sexy looks from Snape) - REFLUX.
Thank God for my mother. I was too much of a dumbass to figure out that she wassn't really throwing up anymore! Her reflux had gotten so bad off of her meds that everything was just coming right back out again! So...we add back in the Zantac and low and behold - no more exorcist baby.
The problem now is that she's used to being held, coddled and clucked at. She's grown accustomed in a VERY princess way of being spoken to in phrases like "does the wittle babies tum tum feel bad?" and "ooooh, did you thwow up? It'll be okay baby!" She's been held for pretty much two weeks straight now. Everyone's physically tired of holding her yet that is all she wants. She's even WAVING like a princess.
It's little things that start with crying when you put her down. It's subtle manipulations like the fact that she doesn't want to hold her own bottle now. She has an entourage by God - why SHOULD she?
Then there is the oh-so-Zha-Zha slapping. She slaps your face. You say "NO Zoe". She smiles that sweet smile and looks at the hand your holding. Then she rears the other one back and slaps you silly AGAIN! That one got her put in her crib. Ooooooh did she scream. She did NOT like being put in her room.
Saturday, on a trip to go shopping with Mom and me, Mom decided to sit in the backseat with her. Zoe screamed for at least 20 minutes while holding out her arms to be picked up. Mom stuck to her guns and said no. That's when the staring started. Zoe stared so hard at her Mom finally had to just turn away and look out the window. I could see her in the rearview and was honestly afraid flames might shoot out of those eyes and smite my Mom right then and there. She looked a little like that asshole baby from "Who Framed Roger Rabit". All you needed was a cigarette and you would have had a damn fine villain on your hands.
So, the staring continues. And continues until we finally figure out about a half hour later the little lady has fallen asleep with her eyes open! That's my girl! She's studying up to be a part of the circus already!
The last straw was last night, right before bed. We fed her applesauce, her first real food she could stomach in a week. David couldn't get it in fast enough. I tried to tell him, I could see the shifting beneath her eyes and then it happened....
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
She effing GROWLED at him! It was hysterical. It made me wonder what I'd do when her first curse word came out. It was sooo hard not to laugh. But we made it. Baby Monkey went down for the night. But not, as you can imagine, without adding her two cents.
Friday, September 15, 2006
The Sleeping Sickness...
I do not know how to describe the past two weeks. They have been filled with a sick baby that just keeps getting sicker and the family who is just getting sicker with her.
It all started as a cold, then a respiratory infection. As that got better then came the stomach virus. That start last Saturday morning and hasn't stopped yet. The poor thing hasn't had anything substantial to eat in nearly a week. We're trying the BRAT diet and boy let me tell you, it does indeed make her a BRAT! Hell, I'd be bratty too if you made me drink formula with pedia like and eat things like bananas, toast, rice, etc.
David's been sick, I've been sick and then pinched a nerve in my shoulder.
Just when I got to the end of my rope I get an email from a colleague who also has a daughter in daycare with Zoe. It appears there is a kid who's been sick with a bacterial infection for MONTHS. His father never takes him to the doctor and my colleagues theory (she's a biologist by the way, to lend her some credibility) is that this kid is making all of our kids sick. I'll tell you, I'm buying it becuase Zoe has been sick non stop since she got into daycare and has been on antiobiotics pretty much constantly. It hasn't made any sense...but I had no idea this kid wasn't getting medical attention.
I'm so pissed about the whole thing, and so is my colleague that we are going to only start paying for daycare the days that our kids are well enough to be there. We are the responsible ones, WE are the ones taking our children to the doctor. It's not our fault that daycare only enforces their wellness policy when it revolves around diarrhea or a kid who is vomiting! What's a little mucous among friends?
I'll tell you what it is...it's bacterial pneunomia in a 7 month old and chronic ear infections and reactive lungs in a 9 month old!
I'm going to start billing this fucker who won't take HIS kid to the doctor for MY time away from work, MY doctors visits and MY kids prescriptions.
All the while these poor kids who have responsible parents are living with sick children that don't have to be.
That's my rant for the day. Don't think we're just bitching to bitch here. We're writing a letter and meeting with the center owner (there currently is no director) about enforcing their policy. I don't care if I have to stay home with zoe when she's sick...but she's been sent home for having loose bowels while that little petri dish sits and slobbers all over the other kids at will.
The good news now - Happy Baby Monkey has finally mastered crawling!!!!! Grandma can relax!!! The brain is developing right on schedule!
It all started as a cold, then a respiratory infection. As that got better then came the stomach virus. That start last Saturday morning and hasn't stopped yet. The poor thing hasn't had anything substantial to eat in nearly a week. We're trying the BRAT diet and boy let me tell you, it does indeed make her a BRAT! Hell, I'd be bratty too if you made me drink formula with pedia like and eat things like bananas, toast, rice, etc.
David's been sick, I've been sick and then pinched a nerve in my shoulder.
Just when I got to the end of my rope I get an email from a colleague who also has a daughter in daycare with Zoe. It appears there is a kid who's been sick with a bacterial infection for MONTHS. His father never takes him to the doctor and my colleagues theory (she's a biologist by the way, to lend her some credibility) is that this kid is making all of our kids sick. I'll tell you, I'm buying it becuase Zoe has been sick non stop since she got into daycare and has been on antiobiotics pretty much constantly. It hasn't made any sense...but I had no idea this kid wasn't getting medical attention.
I'm so pissed about the whole thing, and so is my colleague that we are going to only start paying for daycare the days that our kids are well enough to be there. We are the responsible ones, WE are the ones taking our children to the doctor. It's not our fault that daycare only enforces their wellness policy when it revolves around diarrhea or a kid who is vomiting! What's a little mucous among friends?
I'll tell you what it is...it's bacterial pneunomia in a 7 month old and chronic ear infections and reactive lungs in a 9 month old!
I'm going to start billing this fucker who won't take HIS kid to the doctor for MY time away from work, MY doctors visits and MY kids prescriptions.
All the while these poor kids who have responsible parents are living with sick children that don't have to be.
That's my rant for the day. Don't think we're just bitching to bitch here. We're writing a letter and meeting with the center owner (there currently is no director) about enforcing their policy. I don't care if I have to stay home with zoe when she's sick...but she's been sent home for having loose bowels while that little petri dish sits and slobbers all over the other kids at will.
The good news now - Happy Baby Monkey has finally mastered crawling!!!!! Grandma can relax!!! The brain is developing right on schedule!
Friday, September 08, 2006
Visitors
I check site meter pretty frequently (that's the little icon you see at the bottom of the blog) and I see I've got some regular visitors. That makes me really happy that you guys keep coming back to read. I'd love to hear from you so feel free to post a comment or two when you stop by.
I've got it set up so that you have to "verify" your comment by typing in some text that appears on the screen, but that's just to stop random ads in the form of comments. This is my way of keeping everyone up to date, and I'd love to have some feedback from you!
I've got it set up so that you have to "verify" your comment by typing in some text that appears on the screen, but that's just to stop random ads in the form of comments. This is my way of keeping everyone up to date, and I'd love to have some feedback from you!
Randomness
Life has been tough these days at Maison de HappyBabyMonkey. Poor little girl is sick again. It seems that whenever she catches a cold it goes straight into her lungs and we are back to wheezing and breathing treatments. I was pretty proud of myself though...I successfully argued against the random assignment of antiobiotics and those terrible long nebulizer treatments in lieu of some cough syrup and an albuterol inhaler. Took her back today and although she'll need a mild antiobiotic to help clear up her lungs we won't have to nebulize her. We'll just have the rescue inhaler if she needs it.
I'm sort of spun today. A while ago my dad got contacted about a new job out of the state. Keep in mind that my folks literally live 5 minutes down the street. We've lived this close for going on nine years now. My dad had a really successful phone interview and I've got this feeling that he's probably going to get the job. He's brilliant so of course they should choose him. I would be so happy for him and for my mom but I just can't imagine living without them so close anymore. I know it would tear mom up to be away from Zoe, it would tear me up too but I suppose that is the way of families.
A friend of mine called today to say that she and her husband were starting to try to have kids. she's coming down tomorrow to spend some time with us and see what it's like. They've had pets for a few years and that's as ready as I think you could be.
Well this is a completely unexciting update so boo if you will. I'm working on some film clips to up that should be pretty funny.
It was good to be seen....
I'm sort of spun today. A while ago my dad got contacted about a new job out of the state. Keep in mind that my folks literally live 5 minutes down the street. We've lived this close for going on nine years now. My dad had a really successful phone interview and I've got this feeling that he's probably going to get the job. He's brilliant so of course they should choose him. I would be so happy for him and for my mom but I just can't imagine living without them so close anymore. I know it would tear mom up to be away from Zoe, it would tear me up too but I suppose that is the way of families.
A friend of mine called today to say that she and her husband were starting to try to have kids. she's coming down tomorrow to spend some time with us and see what it's like. They've had pets for a few years and that's as ready as I think you could be.
Well this is a completely unexciting update so boo if you will. I'm working on some film clips to up that should be pretty funny.
It was good to be seen....
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