Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Terrible TWOs-days
I am a mom.
Of a 2 year old.
You probably know this.
All in all (as I tell almost anyone who asks), we are insanely, unbelievably, "wonder what kind of blood-payment is going to be expected from us in the future for this wonderful gift" kind of blessed with our 2 year old.
Minus the occassional exception, she sleeps well, eats well, goes along with most anything (or anyone) we throw at her, and behaves pretty well...
...for a two year old, that is.
And she's funny. Not comedy club funny, but seriously two-year-old-hysterical! Her vocabulary is (and I realize this will sound like bragging, but I swear you can ask people that aren't her parents OR grandparents and they will agree with this statement) pretty friggin' enormous... maybe even for a 4 or 5 year old. She's pretty easy to understand and will at least TRY to repeat anything anyone says. (Cue the "watch what you say" warning looks and music here.)
Just this week, she has begun walking up to anyone and everyone saying, "Hewooooo. How yoooooooooy day? I fIIIIIIIIIne day."
Seriously. Hysterical.
And polite. I swear, my 2 year old is pretty stinkin' polite! She knows "please" and "thank you" (and sometimes even "thank you bear much") and when to use each. She sometimes has to be prompted on the "please" but never more than once. And her gratitude is so genuine. When I fill her juice cup and hand it to her or locate the lost toy of the moment, I hear "Oooooooh, THANK you, Mommy!" (With a wonder that says, "Dear lady, I can not believe you would possibly be so kind as to spend your time helping me with this amazingly miraculous favor. I could never possibly thank you enough to repay your kindness.")
But here's the thing. She's 2. TWO, I say.
You know there's that name they have for two year olds. (And if even one of you says to me, "Just wait. Three's WAY worse than two," I will e-mail you, ask for your address, buy a plane ticket, fly there, rent a car, drive to your house/apartment/mansion and SMACK YOU! I hate when people tell you that you have a bus THREE TIMES the size of the one that just ran over you on its way, as some sort of consolation. Thankyouverymuch.)
Here's where an especially verbal two year old gets you (or herself) into trouble.
A two year old (who loves to parrot and be like Mommy and Daddy) doesn't have the rationale to understand that she can't say everything to Mommy and Daddy that Mommy and Daddy can say to HER. Case in point:
Me: "Tucker, come here, please."
Tucker (one finger wagging in my direction) : "No, MA'AM, Mommy. No, No, Ma'am!"
(The first time she got onto my husband saying, "No, Ma'am," I thought his head might actually just pop right off. )
It seems SO VERY smart-tail-ish. Of course, it's not. How is she to know that she can't get onto us the same way we get onto her? (Although I promise my finger NEVER wags. Someone else showed her that delight.)
I'm guessing "pecking order" isn't important enough to be in the "automatic" list when God creates babies if "holding it" and "pee-peeing in the potty" aren't.
Just sayin'.
Of course, "No, Ma'am, Mommy" doesn't warrant a terrible twos kind of post. I realize that in all two-year-old behavior, this is pretty minor -- almost too miniscule to mention (if it weren't for the humerous picture of my child chastizing me with her finger a-waggin').
But this weekend, a dear friend and the future Mr. dear friend came through our territory. Dear friend hadn't seen my sweet child since she was about 9 months old. Dear friend (and after getting to know him, the future Mr. dear friend) is one of the sweetest, most polite, thoughtful, wonderful people I have ever met.
Seriously. She should have tiny cartoon blue birds circling her singing happy songs. (And around her, it wouldn't be the tiniest bit obnoxious.)
I was so excited for her to see how sweet and polite and wonderful and adorable my child is. Instead, this is how conversations went:
"I have that!" (For those of you who don't speak 2-year-old, this means "Give me that.")
"What do you say, Tucker?"
"I HAAAAAVE that."
"Tucker, what's the nice way to ask?"
"I HAAAAAAAAAAVE that! (with some added fake sobbing)"
"What is the magic word?"
*Blank stare, fake tears*
Seriously? My child, who gets comments every single place we go because she says please and thank you so often? I heard ONE "please" the entire 24 hours they were here.
Thank you, Two. I appreciate your visit at such an opportune time.
Really.
Thank you BEAR much.
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Of a 2 year old.
You probably know this.
All in all (as I tell almost anyone who asks), we are insanely, unbelievably, "wonder what kind of blood-payment is going to be expected from us in the future for this wonderful gift" kind of blessed with our 2 year old.
Minus the occassional exception, she sleeps well, eats well, goes along with most anything (or anyone) we throw at her, and behaves pretty well...
...for a two year old, that is.
And she's funny. Not comedy club funny, but seriously two-year-old-hysterical! Her vocabulary is (and I realize this will sound like bragging, but I swear you can ask people that aren't her parents OR grandparents and they will agree with this statement) pretty friggin' enormous... maybe even for a 4 or 5 year old. She's pretty easy to understand and will at least TRY to repeat anything anyone says. (Cue the "watch what you say" warning looks and music here.)
Just this week, she has begun walking up to anyone and everyone saying, "Hewooooo. How yoooooooooy day? I fIIIIIIIIIne day."
Seriously. Hysterical.
And polite. I swear, my 2 year old is pretty stinkin' polite! She knows "please" and "thank you" (and sometimes even "thank you bear much") and when to use each. She sometimes has to be prompted on the "please" but never more than once. And her gratitude is so genuine. When I fill her juice cup and hand it to her or locate the lost toy of the moment, I hear "Oooooooh, THANK you, Mommy!" (With a wonder that says, "Dear lady, I can not believe you would possibly be so kind as to spend your time helping me with this amazingly miraculous favor. I could never possibly thank you enough to repay your kindness.")
But here's the thing. She's 2. TWO, I say.
You know there's that name they have for two year olds. (And if even one of you says to me, "Just wait. Three's WAY worse than two," I will e-mail you, ask for your address, buy a plane ticket, fly there, rent a car, drive to your house/apartment/mansion and SMACK YOU! I hate when people tell you that you have a bus THREE TIMES the size of the one that just ran over you on its way, as some sort of consolation. Thankyouverymuch.)
Here's where an especially verbal two year old gets you (or herself) into trouble.
A two year old (who loves to parrot and be like Mommy and Daddy) doesn't have the rationale to understand that she can't say everything to Mommy and Daddy that Mommy and Daddy can say to HER. Case in point:
Me: "Tucker, come here, please."
Tucker (one finger wagging in my direction) : "No, MA'AM, Mommy. No, No, Ma'am!"
(The first time she got onto my husband saying, "No, Ma'am," I thought his head might actually just pop right off. )
It seems SO VERY smart-tail-ish. Of course, it's not. How is she to know that she can't get onto us the same way we get onto her? (Although I promise my finger NEVER wags. Someone else showed her that delight.)
I'm guessing "pecking order" isn't important enough to be in the "automatic" list when God creates babies if "holding it" and "pee-peeing in the potty" aren't.
Just sayin'.
Of course, "No, Ma'am, Mommy" doesn't warrant a terrible twos kind of post. I realize that in all two-year-old behavior, this is pretty minor -- almost too miniscule to mention (if it weren't for the humerous picture of my child chastizing me with her finger a-waggin').
But this weekend, a dear friend and the future Mr. dear friend came through our territory. Dear friend hadn't seen my sweet child since she was about 9 months old. Dear friend (and after getting to know him, the future Mr. dear friend) is one of the sweetest, most polite, thoughtful, wonderful people I have ever met.
Seriously. She should have tiny cartoon blue birds circling her singing happy songs. (And around her, it wouldn't be the tiniest bit obnoxious.)
I was so excited for her to see how sweet and polite and wonderful and adorable my child is. Instead, this is how conversations went:
"I have that!" (For those of you who don't speak 2-year-old, this means "Give me that.")
"What do you say, Tucker?"
"I HAAAAAVE that."
"Tucker, what's the nice way to ask?"
"I HAAAAAAAAAAVE that! (with some added fake sobbing)"
"What is the magic word?"
*Blank stare, fake tears*
Seriously? My child, who gets comments every single place we go because she says please and thank you so often? I heard ONE "please" the entire 24 hours they were here.
Thank you, Two. I appreciate your visit at such an opportune time.
Really.
Thank you BEAR much.
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Monday Memories
"Come Monday, it'll be alright. Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight!"
"I like mine with lettuce and tomato, Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes, big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer!"
"Love in the library, quiet and cool. Love in the library, there are no rules. Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime, I fell in love in the library once upon a time."
"These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes,Nothing remains quite the same.Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane."
Is anyone else out there a closeted (or not so much) Parrothead? I don't know if I OFFICALLY count, but I'm a wannabe at the very least.
I love me some Buffett!!
As I watched part of the televised concert in Gulf Shores last night (which, best I could tell, was pretty close to my Aunt Misti and Uncle Tony's place), I couldn't help but drift back to my first encouter with Mr. Buffett.
I was young... probably elementary school age of some variety. My dad's baby sister lived in Mobile (as did his older brother) and when we would go there to spend some time with them, it sometimes included a trip with Aunt Bri to P'Cola beach. (As an adult, I know that Gulf Shores is CLEARLY closer, so not sure why we drove that far, but since she lives right by P'Cola beach now, I guess she always had some fondness for it.)
She drove an old Celica, if memory serves correctly. Back then, listening to your favorite tunes involved a tape deck (with no playlists or skipping easily from one song to the next). I don't remember all of the details, but I do remember driving with the windows down and the ocean coming into view while Jimmy was playing.
The trips to the beach were usually a mix of fun and not so much. (I have an older brother who went along and we weren't always the best mix of personalities. tee-hee.) I remember some swimming, some fighting, and some jellyfish (though not sure they were all on the same trip). I remember my brother walking me into the ocean on a float because I was too scared to walk in on my own. (This was a rare moment of sweetness between the two of us that always stuck with me.)
But mostly, I remember deciding immediately that I needed a copy of that Jimmy Buffett tape.
I still don't know all the words to all of his songs and I've never seen him live (a real shame, I hear), but I do love his music. The songs I know are a part of my soul (some for the humor, some for the absurdity, some for the beat, and some because they are truly touching).
Do any of you have an album (or song or singer) that takes you back to a specific memory or time in your life? I'd love to hear. :)
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
"I like mine with lettuce and tomato, Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes, big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer!"
"Love in the library, quiet and cool. Love in the library, there are no rules. Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime, I fell in love in the library once upon a time."
"These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes,Nothing remains quite the same.Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane."
Is anyone else out there a closeted (or not so much) Parrothead? I don't know if I OFFICALLY count, but I'm a wannabe at the very least.
I love me some Buffett!!
As I watched part of the televised concert in Gulf Shores last night (which, best I could tell, was pretty close to my Aunt Misti and Uncle Tony's place), I couldn't help but drift back to my first encouter with Mr. Buffett.
I was young... probably elementary school age of some variety. My dad's baby sister lived in Mobile (as did his older brother) and when we would go there to spend some time with them, it sometimes included a trip with Aunt Bri to P'Cola beach. (As an adult, I know that Gulf Shores is CLEARLY closer, so not sure why we drove that far, but since she lives right by P'Cola beach now, I guess she always had some fondness for it.)
She drove an old Celica, if memory serves correctly. Back then, listening to your favorite tunes involved a tape deck (with no playlists or skipping easily from one song to the next). I don't remember all of the details, but I do remember driving with the windows down and the ocean coming into view while Jimmy was playing.
The trips to the beach were usually a mix of fun and not so much. (I have an older brother who went along and we weren't always the best mix of personalities. tee-hee.) I remember some swimming, some fighting, and some jellyfish (though not sure they were all on the same trip). I remember my brother walking me into the ocean on a float because I was too scared to walk in on my own. (This was a rare moment of sweetness between the two of us that always stuck with me.)
But mostly, I remember deciding immediately that I needed a copy of that Jimmy Buffett tape.
I still don't know all the words to all of his songs and I've never seen him live (a real shame, I hear), but I do love his music. The songs I know are a part of my soul (some for the humor, some for the absurdity, some for the beat, and some because they are truly touching).
Do any of you have an album (or song or singer) that takes you back to a specific memory or time in your life? I'd love to hear. :)
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Friday, July 09, 2010
Fabulous, Fun, (growing-up) Fridays!!
I'm a little late getting up my post today, but there's a REASON!!!
I didn't want to post until I had taken pictures at a very special occassion over a long lunch-break today.
Today, my sweet little curly-headed sweety-pie got her very first haircut! (Well, it was technically a trim. No shaping was needed and we certainly didn't want to chop off all those beautiful curls!)
*She wasn't so sure about what was happening at first. The thought of sitting in the special booster seat for kids made her lose it, so Daddy's lap it was.*
At the end, she got to pick a lollipop (which she's never had, thus has no idea what that means, but we were excited, so she was excited). The rest of the day she has been telling us about how "Bitty (Brittany) dave haircut and Daddy's yap (lap) and inna chair anna haircut." :)
I didn't want to post until I had taken pictures at a very special occassion over a long lunch-break today.
Today, my sweet little curly-headed sweety-pie got her very first haircut! (Well, it was technically a trim. No shaping was needed and we certainly didn't want to chop off all those beautiful curls!)
*She wasn't so sure about what was happening at first. The thought of sitting in the special booster seat for kids made her lose it, so Daddy's lap it was.*
At the end, she got to pick a lollipop (which she's never had, thus has no idea what that means, but we were excited, so she was excited). The rest of the day she has been telling us about how "Bitty (Brittany) dave haircut and Daddy's yap (lap) and inna chair anna haircut." :)Of course, looking at it, you can't see any difference at all. (You can officially stop fretting, grandparents.)
Oh, and thank GOODNESS I chatted with my dear friend, Jennifer @ She Endeavors who reminded me to get a clipping of her first haircut for her baby book! I had TOTALLY forgotten that mommy responsibility! :)
I hope you each encounter something new and magical in YOUR life this Friday!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Taking My Own Advice
It's amazingly easy to dish out advice.
I don't even mean in the "sticking your nose where it doesn't belong" way (although that's even easier if you let yourself go there).
I just mean when you see someone going through something you have experience with, it's easy (at least as long as this someone isn't a complete stranger - though even THAT's easy for some people - especially if she's a pregnant lady or new mom) to offer some hard-earned advice.
"Nap when the baby naps. Sleep is more important than a clean kitchen and folded laundry."
"Go to the grocery store on a weekday morning. It's less crowded, and thus, quicker and less irritating."
"Watch 'Big Bang Theory'! It's HILARIOUS!!!"
We all have "tips" we've picked up as we've struggled through life. It's nice to share a truly helpful tip to welcoming ears and feel you've helped someone out.
*In a seemingly unrelated story*
I used to be an English teacher (in what somedays feels like another lifetime). My favorite part of teaching English (other than helping people understand grammar) was helping a student who "hates reading" find something to read that he/she enjoyed. My theory was (and advice has always been) that if you "hate to read", you simply haven't found the right book. I said it (and meant it and proved it) many, many, many times over. I truly think that everyone would enjoy reading SOMETHING if they would just try enough stuff to find the right thing.
*I swear, it seems like I'm a jumping bean today, but it all really is related.*
So this summer, I decided to try reading some of the classics that "everyone has read" that somehow in all my education, I missed. I determined that for everyone of my fabulous mystery novels that I love, I would read one classic that I had somehow missed.
I started with _Catcher in the Rye_. It was a pretty quick, easy read. And can I just say...
NOT.MY.BAG!!!
BLECH!
I kept thinking, "This is awful, and weird, and pointless. But everyone loves it and it's a classic, so if I keep reading, it'll get better or I'll find the point or thing that everyone loves eventually."
Not so much.
Read another murder mystery and then, based on a katrillion recommendations, I picked _Catch 22_. It's, apparently hilarious and clever.
I've been reading it for almost a month and a half now. I'm on page 27. I've read 3 other books while avoiding this one. I just can NOT get into it.
But I felt this NEED burning within me to continue forcing myself to read it - to finish it even though I was forcing myself - ME, the person who reads 1-3 books a WEEK. I'm the girl who has to force myself to put DOWN a book long enough to eat dinner or spend a little time with my family. But somehow I kept thinking, "It's a classic. You HAVE to finish it. Maybe eventually this narrator's voice will begin to speak to you instead of irritating you."
However, last night, I was walking around Target and saw a rack of "Classic Books" and saw quite a few books that looked infinitely more appealing to me. And I FINALLY decided to follow my own advice.
Not every book is for every person. If you hate it, put it down and pick another. There are too many books that you will LOVE hanging around out there waiting to be read to waste time forcing yourself to read something you're not into!!!
So last night before bed, I had a conversation with _Catch 22_. I explained that, although I'm sure it's an amazing book, and a nearly infinite number of people love it, it was just NOT.MY.BAG, so I was moving on. "It's not you. It's me, or maybe the combination of the two of us."
And I started _Of Mice and Men_.
Loving it.
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
I don't even mean in the "sticking your nose where it doesn't belong" way (although that's even easier if you let yourself go there).
I just mean when you see someone going through something you have experience with, it's easy (at least as long as this someone isn't a complete stranger - though even THAT's easy for some people - especially if she's a pregnant lady or new mom) to offer some hard-earned advice.
"Nap when the baby naps. Sleep is more important than a clean kitchen and folded laundry."
"Go to the grocery store on a weekday morning. It's less crowded, and thus, quicker and less irritating."
"Watch 'Big Bang Theory'! It's HILARIOUS!!!"
We all have "tips" we've picked up as we've struggled through life. It's nice to share a truly helpful tip to welcoming ears and feel you've helped someone out.
*In a seemingly unrelated story*
I used to be an English teacher (in what somedays feels like another lifetime). My favorite part of teaching English (other than helping people understand grammar) was helping a student who "hates reading" find something to read that he/she enjoyed. My theory was (and advice has always been) that if you "hate to read", you simply haven't found the right book. I said it (and meant it and proved it) many, many, many times over. I truly think that everyone would enjoy reading SOMETHING if they would just try enough stuff to find the right thing.
*I swear, it seems like I'm a jumping bean today, but it all really is related.*
So this summer, I decided to try reading some of the classics that "everyone has read" that somehow in all my education, I missed. I determined that for everyone of my fabulous mystery novels that I love, I would read one classic that I had somehow missed.
I started with _Catcher in the Rye_. It was a pretty quick, easy read. And can I just say...
NOT.MY.BAG!!!
BLECH!
I kept thinking, "This is awful, and weird, and pointless. But everyone loves it and it's a classic, so if I keep reading, it'll get better or I'll find the point or thing that everyone loves eventually."
Not so much.
Read another murder mystery and then, based on a katrillion recommendations, I picked _Catch 22_. It's, apparently hilarious and clever.
I've been reading it for almost a month and a half now. I'm on page 27. I've read 3 other books while avoiding this one. I just can NOT get into it.
But I felt this NEED burning within me to continue forcing myself to read it - to finish it even though I was forcing myself - ME, the person who reads 1-3 books a WEEK. I'm the girl who has to force myself to put DOWN a book long enough to eat dinner or spend a little time with my family. But somehow I kept thinking, "It's a classic. You HAVE to finish it. Maybe eventually this narrator's voice will begin to speak to you instead of irritating you."
However, last night, I was walking around Target and saw a rack of "Classic Books" and saw quite a few books that looked infinitely more appealing to me. And I FINALLY decided to follow my own advice.
Not every book is for every person. If you hate it, put it down and pick another. There are too many books that you will LOVE hanging around out there waiting to be read to waste time forcing yourself to read something you're not into!!!
So last night before bed, I had a conversation with _Catch 22_. I explained that, although I'm sure it's an amazing book, and a nearly infinite number of people love it, it was just NOT.MY.BAG, so I was moving on. "It's not you. It's me, or maybe the combination of the two of us."
And I started _Of Mice and Men_.
Loving it.
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Wordless Wednesdays - "Up in da Skyyyyyyyyy!"
*Let's be honest - my Wordless Wednesdays are so rarely without words*
Our city's fireworks are shot from a weird spot - not in a local park where there's huge grassy knolls upon which to place your blanket. They're shot in an empty parking lot. Behind Target. With no parks anywhere near. So, as we discovered, everyone places their blankets on the small sections of grass between the businesses and the major highway nearest the fireworks.
These were T's first fireworks. The sound scared her a bit, but after explaining to her that, like thunder, fireworks don't hurt you, she enjoyed watching them and frequently pointed to the sky directly above her (nowhere near where the fireworks were) saying "Fie-wuks up in da skyyyyyy. Fie-wuks don hurtchooooo!"
And THIS picture is just for Mimi who self-proclaimedly "runs on Dunkin". Our bit of grass was right outside the Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins (which made for some good fireworks snacks)!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens (Meme Monday)
I LOVE holiday weekends! I mean, really! I LURVE them!
What's not to like? Time off work, get togethers, sunshine, good food, laughter, no work, oh, and did I mention the time off work?!?
The joy brought to me by this holiday weekend got me to counting my blessings and joys, which got me thinking of some of my favorite things.
Now, I don't mean things like my daughter, husband, and family because DUR! Of COURSE they're top of my list!
I got to thinking about my favorite indulgences - the things I do to spoil myself, reward myself, console myself.
And THAT got me curious as to what YOUR favorite indulgences are!
If I share, will you?
Pretty please....?
Here goes:
*Blended Coke floats from Sonic (Seriously, try one. It'll change your life!)
*Coke (more specifically, Coke that's been in the back of the fridge and is really cold, poured into a cup without ice and finished before that frigid temp wears off)
*Massages (I am not able to get them often, but if I could afford to get one a week, I would.)
*Murder mystery books (I usually read 1 or 2 a week - it's sad, really.)
*Sunday afternoon naps
*Great shoes (this doesn't necessarily mean expensive - just the kind that make you feel beautiful/sexy/cute when you wear them)
*A fabulous playlist (I made one for T's birthday party - which, incidentally, almost no on heard over all the kids - that all had either "Summer" or "Sun" mentioned in the chorus or title. It's awesome and I've rocked out to it a few times since.)
*Homemade iced coffees - they're healthier than store-bought ones (and WAY lower points in my Weight Watchers), cheaper, and SO MUCH BETTER!!!
*An interuption-free day spent crafting/sewing/scrapbooking/creating (Ok, let's be honest, this is a pipe-dream - hasn't happened in AGES, but...)
What are some of YOUR favorite things? ('Cause I'm guessing it's not Schnitzel with noodles.)
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
What's not to like? Time off work, get togethers, sunshine, good food, laughter, no work, oh, and did I mention the time off work?!?
The joy brought to me by this holiday weekend got me to counting my blessings and joys, which got me thinking of some of my favorite things.
Now, I don't mean things like my daughter, husband, and family because DUR! Of COURSE they're top of my list!
I got to thinking about my favorite indulgences - the things I do to spoil myself, reward myself, console myself.
And THAT got me curious as to what YOUR favorite indulgences are!
If I share, will you?
Pretty please....?
Here goes:
*Blended Coke floats from Sonic (Seriously, try one. It'll change your life!)
*Coke (more specifically, Coke that's been in the back of the fridge and is really cold, poured into a cup without ice and finished before that frigid temp wears off)
*Massages (I am not able to get them often, but if I could afford to get one a week, I would.)
*Murder mystery books (I usually read 1 or 2 a week - it's sad, really.)
*Sunday afternoon naps
*Great shoes (this doesn't necessarily mean expensive - just the kind that make you feel beautiful/sexy/cute when you wear them)
*A fabulous playlist (I made one for T's birthday party - which, incidentally, almost no on heard over all the kids - that all had either "Summer" or "Sun" mentioned in the chorus or title. It's awesome and I've rocked out to it a few times since.)
*Homemade iced coffees - they're healthier than store-bought ones (and WAY lower points in my Weight Watchers), cheaper, and SO MUCH BETTER!!!
*An interuption-free day spent crafting/sewing/scrapbooking/creating (Ok, let's be honest, this is a pipe-dream - hasn't happened in AGES, but...)
What are some of YOUR favorite things? ('Cause I'm guessing it's not Schnitzel with noodles.)
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Thursday Thrills
(Ok, I realize that's a cheesetastic STRETCH of a title, but...)
My dear bloggy friend, Mimi, introduced me to The Texas Darlings' Flip-Flop swap! How fun is THAT?!? You send in your info, get partnered with another blogger, and then send each other a pair of flip-flops and some other fun goodies! What's not to like?!? Cute flips AND a new bloggy friend!!!
I got partnered with Connie @ The Young and the Relentless. (Ummm, HOW CUTE are her kiddos?!?) How excited was I when I received THESE little bits of sunshine for my tootsies?!?
And along with those cute flips, came this other fun stuff!!!
Ok, first of all, I would buy that magazine JUST for the happiness that is its cover!!! The combination of colors just makes me smile! (Then add that it's got some pretty great articles in it, and you've got a real winner!) The other two items are notepads (one with coordinating page makers)!!! Hey, Connie, I don't know if you read my mind or what, but I'm a cute-little-notebook-addict!!! :)
This was WAY fun! I will DEFINITELY participate next year, and am thinking about starting my OWN swap! :)
Stay tuned...
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Oh Where Oh Where Has Our Leslie Gone...
I really never intended to disappear.
Not even for a day, much less a week!!!
Life, my friends, has just gotten the best of me lately. I have truly been overwhelmed at times, and just busy living life (and away from my computer) at others. Since last Monday, I worked a lot, ran a ton of errands, drove late-night from north of the ATL to central Alabama to my parents' place, sang at a hometown festival, visited with loads of people (but mostly my brother, sister in law, and darling niece), and then began preparing (and stressing) to take my mother and father to the hospital for her to have surgery. For the most part in those situations, I can compartmentalize the worry and stress and focus on the to do lists and planning. (I get THAT from my mother.) However, during prayer in church Sunday and again a couple of times with no lists to be done while AT the hospital, my heart, spirit, and brain got active (as opposed to my hands) and the Daddy in me would come out. I'd start on the "what ifs" and quickly pray that none of them happened. Tears would start and I'd have to quickly divert myself to a TASK!!!
Surgery went well. She's doing fine and will hopefully be coming home tomorrow.
Big sigh of relief.
I assure you I did NOT cry most of the way home from the hospital tonight (about an hour) when I could finally let myself absorb and release all the stress I had been hiding from myself! (Well, maybe that's a lie.) Shew - If you REALLY need to, you can deny a pretty good amount of worry and stress. Just beware because eventually, it WILL surface. :)
I decided as I pulled off the interstate in my hometown (not my current abode) that a homemade ice cream, fresh peaches kind of peach milkshake from a local market was necessary to soothe my soul. Diet be darned! I've been doing pretty well - saving points, using food treats sparingly, learning to use things OTHER than food to cope with life, BUT if I'm thinking about my Mama in pain or life without her, ice cream is NEEDED.
Now the ice cream is finished; some laughs were had with my big brother and his sweet wife; tears of joy and silliness were experienced watching our 2 two year olds play together; checked in with Daddy (who is still at the hospital); and I'm eating some of the world's BEST boiled peanuts (hands-down. I swear.) while watching a great comedy re-run.
I'm always a little amazed at the end of a day that COULD have turned into something terribly traumatic, when life is simply back to normal. It takes no time for you to realize the world is actually still spinning and you're expected to hop back on it. And you CAN hop back on it. God has sustained me through one more day. He brought me loved ones to be with me and loved ones to take care of things for me in my absence. He showed me someone sitting in a surgery waiting room alone and made me, yet again, so very thankful for my enormous, rambunctious family, that I will never have to be alone in such a stressful situation. He sent a sweet aunt and cousin to help the day be fun for my sweet baby so I didn't have to worry at all about her. He gave me the joy of coming home after crying on the road to the hysterical laughter of T and Carly-boo playing together in the bath. He surrounded me with comfort all the day long - like a giant hug from him.
I am so grateful that he loves me enough to hear a prayer that goes something like, "I KNOW I'm supposed to pray for YOUR will and I truly want to, but since you know this anyway, you should know that I WANT your will to be what IIIIIIII want this time, please." :)
And can I just say that there is nothing I want more at the end of a stressful, exhausting, draining day, than to walk in and see my baby's eyes light up at the sight of me and her letting me hug her for as long as I want before putting her in her crib. The circle of Mommies and their babies...
On a MUCH lighter note, last Sunday, my little one was so scared of the swimming pool that she would only let ME hold her - not even her Daddy. She wanted to be as still and dry as possible and still call it swimming.
Then her same-aged cousin did the equivalent of a triple dog dare! Carly-bug got on her water wings and (at 20 months old) went down the big pool slide all by herself. T watched for a few and then said, "Mommy, I side?"
Our second day in the pool with Carly, with our new waterwings (a better fit and just like Carly's), I very quickly heard, "No, Mommy! LET GO!"These two girls are gonna be funny through life - encouraging each other - in good ways AND bad I fear. :) tee-hee!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Monday, June 21, 2010
Free 4 All Winner
I'm a day later than usual getting my winner up.
I apologize.
We were out of town...
out of state...
on a FABULOUS vacation!!!
Now, onto business!!! I used random.org to generate a winner.
Those of you who regularly participate in my giveaways, I feel the need to say...
I REALLY DID use random.org! REALLY!!!
(Is anyone guessing who the winner's gonna be yet?)
That's right, folks! It's #14 -- STACEY from McCrakensX4!!!
That girl has apparently made a DEAL with random.org!!!
Stacey, can you email me your address again, please? I think I have it, but after vacation, I'm not sure I remember where it is. :) haha!
Happy Monday, everyone! Back to normal blogging tomorrow!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
I apologize.
We were out of town...
out of state...
on a FABULOUS vacation!!!
Now, onto business!!! I used random.org to generate a winner.
Those of you who regularly participate in my giveaways, I feel the need to say...
I REALLY DID use random.org! REALLY!!!
(Is anyone guessing who the winner's gonna be yet?)
That's right, folks! It's #14 -- STACEY from McCrakensX4!!!
That girl has apparently made a DEAL with random.org!!!
Stacey, can you email me your address again, please? I think I have it, but after vacation, I'm not sure I remember where it is. :) haha!
Happy Monday, everyone! Back to normal blogging tomorrow!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Free 4 All Fridays - It's SUMMER!!!
Is it Summer where YOU live?
'Cause where WE live, it's in full-swing. We've broken out the swimsuits. We've reached the point where heat indexes are over 100 every single day. Our lows are now higher than winter highs. Heck, our lows are higher than my highest thermostat setting during the winter! IT.IS.SUMMER and IT.IS.HOT!!!
We've broken out our sandals (and put them on ourselves)!
If you live below the Mason-Dixon (oh yeah, we count ourselves differently when it comes to temperatures and humidity - for you yanks and Westerners that don't know), there's no denying Summer once it's here. (And I ASSURE you that it's LONG before the first official day of summer.) Might as well embrace it, love it, and enjoy it (with an ice cold drink, sunscreen, some shade, and a fan of course)!
In that vein, I thought I'd help one of you ladies (or guys?) embrace the Summer that's upon us!
There's a straw handbag (lined in some cute pink fabric), a cute pink cooler-bag, a fabulous pink sunhat, a cool water bottle (with a freezable center so your drink stays cooler longer) and (because, as anyone who knows me will tell you, I am a bit of a sun-safety FREAK) my favorite non-greasy sunscreen!
If that doesn't get you ready to deal with the heat, I don't know what will!
So how can YOU win these wonderful gifts?
1.) Leave me a comment telling me your favorite Summer activities.
2.) Follow me and leave me a comment telling me you do.
4.) Blog about my giveaway and leave me a comment telling me you did.
5.) Promise me in a comment you'll wear sunscreen during at least ONE outdoor activity this weekend. (I wasn't kidding when I said I was a sun-safety freak!)
Love, Shipoopies, & LUCK!
Leslie
On the Road Again... Well, for the first time, really.
That's right, folks! We're actually GOING on vacation! (Not just from my blog because my internet's been out for days on end, but actually visiting something other than my couch!)
HOWEVER, thanks to my beautiful iPhone, that doesn't mean that I'll be absent for tomorrow's Free 4 All Friday (which is being held right HERE!). Never you fear, bloggy-friends (and Mimi)! I'll have the post ready to go before I leave my house so all I have to do is hit "publish" to get this great prize out there... and this one's a GREAT ONE!!! Hint: This one's ALL FOR MOM!!!
Are you jittery with excitement? Mouth watering?
You should be!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Wordless Wednesdays - CLASSY!!!
(You KNOW my Wordless Wednesdays are NEVER wordless!)
*Pardon the fuzziness. This was captured via my iPhone and 2 year olds are NOT still. Still worth posting.*
Tucker is starting to *ahem* DRESS *ahem* herself. :)
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
When did this HAPPEN?!?
I was watching Tucker play this morning. She played pretend with her car, showing me "the mommy". She climbed OVER her Lego table on her belly with her bear in her mouth, rolling off the other side to immediately plop in front of her "computer" to name some animals for me.
That's when it hit me.
She's.a.kid!!!
That's when it hit me.
She's.a.kid!!!
WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!?
I mean, it wasn't YESTERDAY when she was born or anything (although, let's be honest moms, each time I sneeze, I feel it might as well have been yesterday).
But I swear that yesterday, she was still a baby! I don't mean a teensie-weensie, depends on you for every single need kind of baby. (I'm not in COMPLETE denial.) But she was still a baby. She was using a word here and there. She still had food restrictions based solely on age. She got confused by playing pretend. She was unsteady on her feet. She.was.a.baby.
But today, she's talking pretty much exclusively in sentences. She's using her imagination regularly. She's tried peanuts. She's climbing over stuff and not busting it!
She's a full-fledged kid.
I'm a little sad here and there about her growing up, but mostly I'm delighted a thousand times a day by something new, bright, or funny that she does. I am delighted by how intelligent she is, how curious she is, how adventurous she is, and how independent she is... well, ALMOST always.
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Monday, June 14, 2010
Meme Monday - "Be Nice, Thunder!"
We've discovered over the past few weeks, through several summer thunderstorms, that Tucker is pretty scared of thunder. We've talked her down from sheer panic into merely extreme trepidation. She questions us about it regularly through each storm and for a bit after each one. (She also woke up crying about an hour after going to sleep last night - a rarity - and the first words out of her mouth were asking about the thunder. Poor thing.)
It got me to thinking about fears. We all have them - and they're all different. I, personally, am not scared of thunder. Tucker's fear, however, is very real to her.
What are YOUR fears or the fears of your kids and how do you deal with them?
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
It got me to thinking about fears. We all have them - and they're all different. I, personally, am not scared of thunder. Tucker's fear, however, is very real to her.
What are YOUR fears or the fears of your kids and how do you deal with them?
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Friday, June 11, 2010
Terrific Two!
Sometimes, a mommy just HAS to show off. Today's my day! :)
*Please feel free to stop watching this one around the 1 minute mark. We were trying to get her to sing "Brother John", which she knows, but she wasn't having it today.
Couldn't you just EAT HER UP?!? Oh how I love her!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
*Please feel free to stop watching this one around the 1 minute mark. We were trying to get her to sing "Brother John", which she knows, but she wasn't having it today.
Couldn't you just EAT HER UP?!? Oh how I love her!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I'm sorry, WHAT?!?
I'm curious.
Does anyone else watch commercials with a "what's the hidden catch that they are hiding in their specific language" eye?
I mean things like when you hear (or see at a store) "$5 and up" (intended to draw you to all of the amazing stuff for $5), do you think, "Ya know, a $5000 piece of merchandise fits that qualification just as easily as a $5 item"?
I do. I'm constantly finding language that was intentionally developed to trick people into the AMAZEMENT that is their sale/product/service, when what they're telling you really isn't worth a hill of beans.
Here's my latest favorite. (And I love it so much that I might have mentioned it before. I'm not sure.)
HD Vision Sunglasses - sunglasses that give you HD QUALITY when you look at the world.
Ummm.......
It's your EYES, people!
High definition was developed for our televisions and other viewing apparatuses to help what we watch there look more like REAL LIFE. When you're using your EYES to look at your REAL LIFE, it's already high definition, unless you have vision problems. And if that's the case, these glasses aren't going to fix those.
Seriously!!! People, use your BRAINS!!!
I especially love the guy who, upon trying on the amazing HD glasses, says, "They're amazing. I can see the sky, that cloud, the ocean. It's so clear. They're really just amazing."
Ummm...
WOW!!!
What are YOUR favorite advertising claims?
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Does anyone else watch commercials with a "what's the hidden catch that they are hiding in their specific language" eye?
I mean things like when you hear (or see at a store) "$5 and up" (intended to draw you to all of the amazing stuff for $5), do you think, "Ya know, a $5000 piece of merchandise fits that qualification just as easily as a $5 item"?
I do. I'm constantly finding language that was intentionally developed to trick people into the AMAZEMENT that is their sale/product/service, when what they're telling you really isn't worth a hill of beans.
Here's my latest favorite. (And I love it so much that I might have mentioned it before. I'm not sure.)
HD Vision Sunglasses - sunglasses that give you HD QUALITY when you look at the world.
Ummm.......
It's your EYES, people!
High definition was developed for our televisions and other viewing apparatuses to help what we watch there look more like REAL LIFE. When you're using your EYES to look at your REAL LIFE, it's already high definition, unless you have vision problems. And if that's the case, these glasses aren't going to fix those.
Seriously!!! People, use your BRAINS!!!
I especially love the guy who, upon trying on the amazing HD glasses, says, "They're amazing. I can see the sky, that cloud, the ocean. It's so clear. They're really just amazing."
Ummm...
WOW!!!
What are YOUR favorite advertising claims?
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
This weekend, our dear one turned TWO. We had a "Fun in the Sun" party and it was MUCH fun (and much sun, thankfully). We had sprinklers and a moon-bounce (on loan from my step-sister-in-law), barbecue chicken with all the fixin's, and Nana (my mom plus her impromptu helper, James, one of our neighbors/friends) put on a pretty fabulous bubble show with some BIG bubbles. Now, the day DID include our besties leaving town the day before to witness the arrival of their first REAL niece (as Tucker is only play-pretend niece), two of our 2 year olds (including Tucker) getting eyes FULL of bubbles, and the birthday girl vomiting on me (all OVER me to be more precise) in the middle of the kitchen during the party. It wasn't the BEAMING success I always plan for, but it was lots of fun, filled with lots of love, and we ended the day with a smile and laughter!
*Hats off to our dear Carly Marie (one of our flower girls many years ago) for these AMAZING cupcakes!*
We practiced and practiced blowing-out that candle. She did it willingly and perfectly every single time! But once there were 30 some-0dd people WATCHING her, she wasn't the LEAST BIT interested in attempting it. :)
She WAS, however, quite interested in the juice boxes. (She NEVER has undiluted juice, so I figure all that sweetness might have contributed to the sickness - that and the likelihood of ingested bubbles. Not winning "Mommy of the Year" for either of those, but...)
This borrowed bouncy was a HIT, I tell you! Thanks, Uncle Torey, Aunt Hailey, and Aiden for letting us use it (and Paw and Nona for bringing it to us)!
The sprinklers were a source of many a squeal (as I always remember them being from my own childhood)!
The poor girl was worn OUT by the end of present-opening. (I'm sure the tearful bubble eyes and throwing up contributed quite a bit to this - as did the delightedly watching the older kids run about the whole party.) :)
So we said goodbye to our guests half-asleep on Mommy's shoulder. :) (Which was JUST FINE with me. tee-hee!)
Happy birthday to our sweet little booger bear! We love you so very much!
*Hats off to our dear Carly Marie (one of our flower girls many years ago) for these AMAZING cupcakes!*
We practiced and practiced blowing-out that candle. She did it willingly and perfectly every single time! But once there were 30 some-0dd people WATCHING her, she wasn't the LEAST BIT interested in attempting it. :)
She WAS, however, quite interested in the juice boxes. (She NEVER has undiluted juice, so I figure all that sweetness might have contributed to the sickness - that and the likelihood of ingested bubbles. Not winning "Mommy of the Year" for either of those, but...)
This borrowed bouncy was a HIT, I tell you! Thanks, Uncle Torey, Aunt Hailey, and Aiden for letting us use it (and Paw and Nona for bringing it to us)!
The sprinklers were a source of many a squeal (as I always remember them being from my own childhood)!
The poor girl was worn OUT by the end of present-opening. (I'm sure the tearful bubble eyes and throwing up contributed quite a bit to this - as did the delightedly watching the older kids run about the whole party.) :)
So we said goodbye to our guests half-asleep on Mommy's shoulder. :) (Which was JUST FINE with me. tee-hee!)
On Sunday morning, her ACTUAL birthday (and BACK in this outfit, not STILL in it I swear!), the balloons were only half-floating, putting them at the perfect height for a little punching practice for Tucker. Boy did she have fun!!!
Happy birthday to our sweet little booger bear! We love you so very much!
Love & Shipoopies,
Mommy and Daddy
Day by Day
Wednesday:
5 minutes after starting my first call at work, suddenly both computers (if only you could see how ridiculous my desk is with 2 computers going and my working on both simulaneously) click off anything internet-driven. Internet DOWN!!!
I call my work partner to let her know and ask her to tell the boss, then I dial a local technician for my particular internet brand who happened to give me his card for "any future problems". He walks me through a few steps/questions and decides that it is most likely a local outtage and gives me the number to call to find out for sure if that's the problem.
I call. I work my way through the menus until I get a person ("Jane" who is obviously from India). After verifying my account and greetings, I tell her that I have already spoken with a local AT&T technician and he says that it sounds most like a local outtage. She says she will check that, checks it and says that no, my line is coming into my house just fine, so it's a problem with me, my computer, my line, etc.
Jane: "Let's try X."
Me: "Ok. (try X) It's saying Error ABC."
Jane: "Ok. Delete the X we did previously."
Me: "Ok."
Jane: "Ok. Now, do X again."
Me: "Without making any other changes? Just repeat the exact same thing?"
Jane: "Yes."
This goes on for SIX repeats of the exact same process with NO CHANGES made - and amazingly no change in results over the course of the next hour and 20 minutes. Then Jane finally decides to call a supervisor who, after keeping me on hold for about 15 minutes, informs her (who informs me) that SURPRISE!!! There's a local outtage. Then I spent ANOTHER 20 minutes on hold while they determined an ETA for the fix. When she returned, the determination was that they didn't have an ETA for the fix. (Glad I waited 20 minutes for that.)
Thursday:
No internet. (Day TWO with no work, thus no pay.) Three equally irritating and frustrating calls with equally clueless AT&T reps to be told new ETAs (each moving farther into the future) and that they have no information in India (dur) about why we're having an outtage here in my little town in Georgia.
Friday: Internet is FINALLY back up! I worked a day (begrudgingly doing the work after my impromptu vaca, but glad for the paycheck renewal and the not losing my job for internet outtages thing - ha!)
Saturday: Internet is back out. ETA for the fix? 10am the next day.
Sunday: Internet is still out. ETA for the fix? 4pm.
4pm - Internet is still out. ETA for the fix? 9am Monday.
Monday:
9am - Internet is still out. ETA for the fix? 4pm
I call back. I get another random person and go through the basic info and then begin, "Ma'am, I understand that this problem is in NO way your fault and you have nothing to do with the speed at which it is resolved, BUT... YOU are the person they will let me speak to so I am going to express my frustration to you." And then I continued to do so. At which point I got, "Ma'am, if you can hold please for just 2-3 minutes, I am going to transfer you to my supervisor. I apologize for the troubles you've had." (How did the previous 4 times I vented this same mounting frustration not warrant the same response?)
Once I spoke to the manager, "Ian" (still in the Indian-based tech room here), I was told he was researching "the REAL reason for the outtage" and "the REAL ETA for the fix" and would call me back in 20-30 minutes. (This "REAL" info is as opposed to the lie they feed people who call in and don't complain loud enough or in the correct terms about the outtage, I suppose.)
The REAL problem is the same as the lie and the ETA is the same as I've previously been given. 4pm.
4pm - Nope. Still not up. (Please note this equals THREE non-working days for me, thus THREE days off of my paycheck.)
Blah, blah, blah. Yada, yada, yada. Another irritating conversation with "Ian's co-manager, Andy"...and I took my computer to our besties' (and two-street-away-neighbors') house and set it all up there so I wouldn't have to miss another day of work.
Of course, when I woke up and was getting ready to head over there, I checked and the internet was back up, so I went and got my stuff and reset it all here.
Now my iPhone has stopped responding to touch (and since it's a touch pad phone, this renders it completely useless). Super!
All of this is to say, "I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR MORE THAN A WEEK WITH NO NOTICE!!!" I have had withdrawls from writing and reading all my blogs!!!
More to come before the day is over.
Some of the ingredients: my parents, a new baby (NOT mine), toddler eyes (4 total) full of bubbles, projectile vomiting, and a birthday!!!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
5 minutes after starting my first call at work, suddenly both computers (if only you could see how ridiculous my desk is with 2 computers going and my working on both simulaneously) click off anything internet-driven. Internet DOWN!!!
I call my work partner to let her know and ask her to tell the boss, then I dial a local technician for my particular internet brand who happened to give me his card for "any future problems". He walks me through a few steps/questions and decides that it is most likely a local outtage and gives me the number to call to find out for sure if that's the problem.
I call. I work my way through the menus until I get a person ("Jane" who is obviously from India). After verifying my account and greetings, I tell her that I have already spoken with a local AT&T technician and he says that it sounds most like a local outtage. She says she will check that, checks it and says that no, my line is coming into my house just fine, so it's a problem with me, my computer, my line, etc.
Jane: "Let's try X."
Me: "Ok. (try X) It's saying Error ABC."
Jane: "Ok. Delete the X we did previously."
Me: "Ok."
Jane: "Ok. Now, do X again."
Me: "Without making any other changes? Just repeat the exact same thing?"
Jane: "Yes."
This goes on for SIX repeats of the exact same process with NO CHANGES made - and amazingly no change in results over the course of the next hour and 20 minutes. Then Jane finally decides to call a supervisor who, after keeping me on hold for about 15 minutes, informs her (who informs me) that SURPRISE!!! There's a local outtage. Then I spent ANOTHER 20 minutes on hold while they determined an ETA for the fix. When she returned, the determination was that they didn't have an ETA for the fix. (Glad I waited 20 minutes for that.)
Thursday:
No internet. (Day TWO with no work, thus no pay.) Three equally irritating and frustrating calls with equally clueless AT&T reps to be told new ETAs (each moving farther into the future) and that they have no information in India (dur) about why we're having an outtage here in my little town in Georgia.
Friday: Internet is FINALLY back up! I worked a day (begrudgingly doing the work after my impromptu vaca, but glad for the paycheck renewal and the not losing my job for internet outtages thing - ha!)
Saturday: Internet is back out. ETA for the fix? 10am the next day.
Sunday: Internet is still out. ETA for the fix? 4pm.
4pm - Internet is still out. ETA for the fix? 9am Monday.
Monday:
9am - Internet is still out. ETA for the fix? 4pm
I call back. I get another random person and go through the basic info and then begin, "Ma'am, I understand that this problem is in NO way your fault and you have nothing to do with the speed at which it is resolved, BUT... YOU are the person they will let me speak to so I am going to express my frustration to you." And then I continued to do so. At which point I got, "Ma'am, if you can hold please for just 2-3 minutes, I am going to transfer you to my supervisor. I apologize for the troubles you've had." (How did the previous 4 times I vented this same mounting frustration not warrant the same response?)
Once I spoke to the manager, "Ian" (still in the Indian-based tech room here), I was told he was researching "the REAL reason for the outtage" and "the REAL ETA for the fix" and would call me back in 20-30 minutes. (This "REAL" info is as opposed to the lie they feed people who call in and don't complain loud enough or in the correct terms about the outtage, I suppose.)
The REAL problem is the same as the lie and the ETA is the same as I've previously been given. 4pm.
4pm - Nope. Still not up. (Please note this equals THREE non-working days for me, thus THREE days off of my paycheck.)
Blah, blah, blah. Yada, yada, yada. Another irritating conversation with "Ian's co-manager, Andy"...and I took my computer to our besties' (and two-street-away-neighbors') house and set it all up there so I wouldn't have to miss another day of work.
Of course, when I woke up and was getting ready to head over there, I checked and the internet was back up, so I went and got my stuff and reset it all here.
Now my iPhone has stopped responding to touch (and since it's a touch pad phone, this renders it completely useless). Super!
All of this is to say, "I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR MORE THAN A WEEK WITH NO NOTICE!!!" I have had withdrawls from writing and reading all my blogs!!!
More to come before the day is over.
Some of the ingredients: my parents, a new baby (NOT mine), toddler eyes (4 total) full of bubbles, projectile vomiting, and a birthday!!!
Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie
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