September 30, 2007

nerd. geek. doink

Would you think less of me if I professed my love for parades? More specifically for marching bands? There’s just a point as the drum section is passing me and I get a little hitch in my throat. Seriously. And I’m not one to go to live theater or dance events, but there are times of pure artistry and expression that just ping me right in the solar plexus. And I’m embarrassed to admit I get a little misty. Mortifying. 
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September 24, 2007

Monday morning

I’m a chick. You probably guessed that. And despite my best efforts, I act like one sometimes. There are many glorious things about being chickish, for example, boys will carry heavy things for you, but the one thing I’ve never been fond of is the whole emotional thing. The fact that strong emotion, good bad happy sad can bring tears. Damn tears! I’m NOT SAD!!! Why am I teary talking to my boss about what an asshole a co-worker of mine is? Makes no freaking sense. Even to complain about this emotionalness is girly. Wah!!! Emotions! Wah! My inner dude tells me to shut the eff up. (not much of a dude if he can’t even say the f-bomb)

Becoming a mom has opened up the world for a larger range of sometimes-less-than-desirable emotions, namely guilt. Mondays are the worst for this particularly unsavory feeling. I’m able to review my full weekend of mom-ness and the many opportunities for patience where I chose to raise my voice. Or when I whined in the face of Ruby’s whininess. I found the bigger handful ruby has been the more guilt I feel on Monday. What sort of innovative form of torture is this? She’s been obnoxious and I feel bad. Huhn.

But on Mondays I also spend a few minutes reading various and sundry gossip blogs. These are actually more educational than I would have given them credit for. I learned, that, seriously, I could be doing a lot worse job as a mom. Thank you br!tney spe@rs. Apparently there ARE worse moms than me!
 
But lucky for me, everyday is a little like that movie Groundhog Day, because each morning seems to present a new clean Ruby slate. When I pick her up from school today, a day fraught with guilty hand-wringing, she runs to me mama, mama, mama and I have a hard time setting her down, finishing the hug and letting go. I get another chance to be patient, loving and kind. Sweet!
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September 01, 2007

good times, good times...

Summer 07 is sliding to oblivion and we're left with photos and freckles and sand in odd places. There were festivals and swimming pools, soccer games and cold games (although not always at the same time, sadly). And since Ive been receiving threatening emails from certain godmothers of mine (ahem, hi fran!) I thought I better post some pics post haste.

I neglected to mention the vacay mohawk, didn't I...

That's our buddy DeAnn. Hi DeAnn! Thanks for putting up with us over vacation.

There was a game at the beach house called "pretty pretty princess" or some such nonsense. It has been reduced to a haphazard batch of plastic rings and earrings. We made up our own rules and looked bad-ass in our broken tiaras.

What can I say, the girl has a knack for accessorizing that I lack. 

See? I told you.
Apparently hats are really hot this Fall.
 
It's amazing that if you have a camera in your hand and you say in a bossy tone "Make a stupid face", people will generally comply.
See? Amazing!
I'm afraid to post Richard's results of this series as he has the password to this site and immediate restitution would ensue. Not pretty my friends, not pretty.
 
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