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I, Hydrant
2008-03-11 01:00:00
I was on my own over the weekend while K went to Colorado to visit a friend.Something must finally be going right in my own personal World of Motherhood because four days on my own with the short and loud people wasn't bad.We had a groove going... at least we did until Sunday afternoon.We popped a bag of popcorn, took out the stroller and headed to the park.Oh, how we enjoyed the salty treat!We ate it all up.Certain short people became thirsty.Oh, the NOoooooooooo.Did this mommy remember to bring drinks?No, she did not.There was such a loud protest that a mo' bettah mother gave The Mayor and The Rooster a drink from her infant daughter's sippy cup.[Oh, my shame. I am but a mere caricature of a mother.]Despite her state of utter dehydration, The Rooster announced that she had to pee not long after our arrival at Sans-A-John Park."No problem!" I thought. "I know all about the outdoors! I've been with a National Park Ranger!"I took The Rooster behind the bushes and pulled down h...

Ask For What You Need (Nicely)
2008-03-10 20:20:00
K asks for an apology when he needs one.Instead of letting hurts fester until they stink, K will say,?I really need you to apologize for [ABC] because it made me feel like [EFG].?Early on my reaction was either surprise because I didn?t realize he was upset or shame because I knew I had been a jerk and had let it slide.Either way, I always found it easy to fall all over myself apologizing.I used to wonder how satisfying it could be to receive an apology that you requested as opposed to an unsolicited one, but over time I have noticed that when people are asked to apologize they generally give dramatic performances in the over-apology category.In the end, the asking can get you what you need.Over the years, K has has tried to teach me to ask for apologies when I need them, but I am not so seasoned.None of these attempts worked at all??You are a TOTAL ass. I'd like you to apologize to me for that.??You cut me off at the intersection, Hairweed! Apologize for the way you drive!!??Pleas...
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Late Night Burst of Joy
2008-03-08 20:25:00
Like everyone else, the last thing I do before going to bed is check on my sleeping children.I make sure they are covered up against the cold.I admire the way their eyelashes rest on their lovely, little faces.I listen to their sleepy breathing.I plant the day's last kiss.The Rooster takes after me in that, though she's quite soundly asleep, she'll sometimes respond to my presence by talking.Last night, as I nuzzled my face in her warm, sweet neck and kissed her blushed cheek, she stirred, sighed, smiled and mumbled,"So happy."
More About: Motherhood , Traditions , Night , Late , Burst

March Afternoon
2008-03-07 02:45:00
Late this afternoon I was at work in my home office when I heard someone crying.I lifted my ear to the sound.It was a child crying.It sounded like it was coming from my front lawn.I peered out the window but the only thing I could see was my neighbor's car in the driveway next door.I stepped out on my front porch to an unseasonably warm and beautiful day.The child was crying hard... raging... really yelling."I hate... I really HATE..."I couldn't catch whatever it was that was hated.I noticed that my neighbor's car window was rolled down.My neighbors have two boys -- the older one is nine and the younger one is eight.They are both long-haired, extraordinarily good natured, skate boarder dudes.Whenever you ask either one of them how they are doing they ALWAYS respond with an enthusiastic,"GREAT!"I found the nine year old sobbing in the car's back seat."What's the matter, bud?" I asked.The look of surprise on his face was priceless. I had startled the heck out of him.He sucked hi...
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Odd Faith (with lots of parenthesis)
2008-03-06 04:00:00
I read (somewhere) about a new book coming out that suggests (something along the lines of) ?embracing melancholy.?I think I read about it in the Sunday paper, but I can?t remember?I never read ALL the words in the newspaper (there are so many), so I can?t be totally sure, but I think the general theme of this book (if it was a book) was that we (the people) spend too much energy trying to maintain a perpetual state of happiness when instead we should be gettin? all jiggy with the less appealing emotions.The (alleged) article that I (may have) read (on Sunday or some other day) suggested that having an intimate relationship with melancholy?[See what I mean about the jiggy?]Where was I?Apparently, (according to some rilly important author whose name I can't remember) having an intimate relationship with melancholy is precisely what enables us to experience pure joy which (kicks the ass of and) goes way beyond regular, garden-variety, happiness.At the time (whatever time it was) I di...
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The Other Kind of Broken
2008-03-04 13:55:00
It was lunch time and his arm hung limp at his side. He held it at such an odd angle that he looked like a bird with a broken wing.He alternated between nervously chewing the collar of his shirt and then the fingertips of his good hand.Stillness had left him completely. He shifted his weight from foot to foot unable to stop squirming.He seemed incredibly anxious, terrified maybe, desperate to keep his fear in check.?Who is this person?? I wondered.He was not himself, not at all.The couple at the table behind us stared at him, but because his back was to them he didn?t notice.?What do you think is wrong with him?? they asked each other in whispers they thought I couldn?t hear.An old man complimented my girlfriend and lunch companion.?You?re doing a fine job raising your boys!? he told her without looking at me.Earlier that morning the doctor had said,?He?s healed perfectly, beyond my expectations! We?ll take the cast off right now.?Strange.I understood what I was supposed to do for ...
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Perfect Post Awards
2008-03-03 16:35:00
The Perfect Post Awards are up today. I nominated this post from Mama Tulip. There's something universal and undeniably sweet about it.AND... (oh, the blushing joys) I was completely chuffed to see that bookmomma nominated me for this post.[Jane - we must fight MORE!! We are WINNAHS! Heh.]Next month make sure you recognize a perfect post with this award...All you need to do is e-mail Mamma K -- Petroville(at)gmail(dot)com -- and ask her to put you on the Perfect Post mailing list.She'll e-mail you every month when it's time to send in your Perfect Post pick. See all the Perfect Posts at Petroville or Suburban Turmoil.
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Since You're Gone
2008-02-29 14:00:00
Catherine and Tracey asked me write a flashback post on this theme: "How (The Smiths, Nirvana, Debbie Gibson, *insert band name/artist here*) Changed My Life." Pick whatever band, performing artist, one-hit wonder - even just a single song, if you want - and write a post about how it moved / rocked / utterly transformed your adolescent / teenage / young-adult self.I struggled with what to write about.Like most teens, my musical taste was sort of a membership requirement for my social clique, but did it actually change my life?I wanted to give up on writing on this theme, but I kept thinking.I wandered around in the memories of my adolescence and found myself locked in my parent's car on a hot summer day feverishly journaling about a canoe trip I had returned from a week earlier.In July of 1982, my friends Tom and Andre invited eight kids from our high school freshman class to join them on their church youth group's trip down the Wisconsin River.I found four legal pad pages cove...
More About: Music , Friends , History , Memories , Mourning

The Dao of Joy
2008-02-28 13:44:00
On the ride home from school The Mayor asked me what was for dinner."We're going to the market restaurant, Mayor.""With who?" he asked."Just us, Mayor.""No! I want someone to come with us!!" he screamed."You know, Mayor. Fretting over what we don't like is just a lot of fretting. What if we spent our time being happy and grateful about the things we do like?"He was quiet.I imagined my maternal wisdom soaking in and felt all pleased with myself.But not being one to leave well enough alone I said,"What do you think about that, Mayor? Should we spend our time appreciating the things we like?"To which he responded,"Um... Mom, why do dogs bark?"Oh, how he sponges up the delicious gravy of my wisdom!!!I am so Yoda.

15 Minutes
2008-02-27 14:26:00
A while back I complained (repeatedly) about The Mayor?s tantrums and one commentor wrote to me about the idea of ?special time? ? - specifically finding a way to give your child at least 15 minutes of your undivided attention each day. Fifteen minutes doesn?t sound like a lot but, admittedly, it?s been hard for K and I to figure out how to do this. Work days are a mad rush out the door in the morning and then when we get home at night we're in a desperate hurry to get dinner made and eaten, short and loud people washed, jammies on, stories read...Sound familiar? Yesterday we decided to try the ?special time? thing but we didn't explain what we were doing to The Mayor or The Rooster to be sure we didn't set up expectations we can?t consistently fulfill. [Kind of like our commitment to meditate on a regular schedule. Har har har!] When we arrived home we dropped our stuff and started the clock.The Mayor led K in a complicated game of his own design which involved a t-rex, pir...
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Home On The Range
2008-02-26 20:20:00
Violent, powerful storms blew through my town so suddenly this morning that 100,000 people lost power.It was hilarious, in its own ironic way, to try to complete the morning routine ? getting the children dressed, groomed and out the door- by candle and lantern light.But we did it.Actually leaving the house on time I felt a bit smug and thought,"This afternoon I'll churn my own butter and then shoot a rabbit for dinner!"Easy peasy.[I look fat photoshopped in buckskin. Who knew?]
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Wishes
2008-02-25 16:51:00
Because he's been having such a hard time, K decided to spend some one-on-one time with The Mayor this weekend and take him to his first I-Max movie.The two of them arrived before the theater opened so they wandered around in the garden and peered into the fountain.The Mayor was curious about the coins in the fountain so K explained about wishes.He handed The Mayor a penny and told him to hold it tightly."Now close your eyes," K said. "Concentrate really hard on what you want to wish for and then you'll throw the penny in the water."The Mayor squeezed his eyes shut and K could see his intense concentration by the lines across his forehead."Have you thought of your wish?" K asked.The Mayor nodded."Then go ahead and throw the penny in the fountain," K said.The Mayor dropped the penny in the water."Dad," he said, "can I tell you what I wished for?""Well, they say you're supposed to keep it a secret.""Will it come true if I tell you?" The Mayor asked."I don't know, Mayor. It migh...
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Up From The Soul's Basement
2008-02-22 22:00:00
Even though his surgeon said he?d be out of pain and wouldn?t need further pain medication after a day or so, ten days later The Mayor continues to suffer. Mornings are the worst and nights aren't much better.[We slept more when he was an infant.]The Mayor wakes up screaming throughout the night.One night he screamed so violently that we lifted him out of bed to comfort him but this only made him angrier. He started throwing punches with his good arm and kicking us in the shins.Pitiful. When K took him to his check-up the Doctor said that everything looked fine. He even suggested that The Mayor might be able to have the cast off earlier than expected.Something just doesn't add up.When the Doctor briefed K and I about the surgery he warned us that nerve damage was a possible complication. He said that if nerve damage occurred, it would be quite painful for The Mayor.?How will we know if there is nerve damage?? I asked him.?He?ll have shooting pains down his arm and numbness in h...
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Nonsense & Dancing with Jewels at the End
2008-02-21 18:00:00
Waaaaaaaay back in the olden days, I was in a dance troupe with some wimmins you might recognize from the blog-o-sphere.We were, like, rilly, rilly good.We like totally toured and stuff.Bossy, Lotta, me, Izzy and Amanda had a terrific number called "Jeepers Leapers" which was a total crowd pleaser.Casey the Moosh, Redneck Mommy and Ruth Dynamite had a show stopper involving silky scarves...Mimi, Sage and KC took jazz hands to this crazy, modern, Twyla Tharp-ish place...Midwestern Mommy, Mamma Loves, The Blogess, Slackermom and Debbie performed a phenomenal Thai dance... (no ping pong balls were involved, you smut head!)Canape, QT, Pundit Mom, Lawyer Mama, Kristen, and Y had the hula LOCKED and LOADED.I, Asshole and I had this crazy 1970's revue number where we actually kept a disco ball pinned between our stomachs the whole time. It was really groovy...Chicky and Chocolate... well... Chicky and Chocolate are just going to KILL me and that's all I have to say about this:Those were...
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Beaver's Mom Saves The World
2008-02-20 21:00:00
My next door neighbor Rusty is a music producer.He has wild, rock-n-roll hair and he wears hip clothing.His two sons, who are eight and nine years old, are super-cool, long-haired, skateboarder dudes. They are both delightful.I tease Rusty that he is the human version of the sea turtle dad in Finding Nemo.[Because he is all "WHOA-AH" and then you are all "WHOA-AH," dude.]Last weekend I saw them all out at our neighborhood park walking their Great Dane.I was busy chatting with other neighborhood parents while our kids ran amuck.We were on the cusp of figuring out who would be in charge of bringing a giant box of coffee to the playground next weekend when Rusty joined the conversation.Someone must have asked, ?How?s business?? because the next thing I knew the normally super-chill Rusty was off on a wild rant about the downfall of the music industry.?People think music is free these days,? Rusty moaned. ?We can?t meet our bottom lines! EMI announced they?re laying off 2,000 people? it...
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In An Emergency, Sip Tea!
2008-02-19 20:20:00
There was a weird sort of siren wailing in the distance. ?That?s an odd sounding ambulance,? I thought, "it sounds like it's standing still. I wonder why doesn?t it seem to get any closer or further away.? My mother and I continued sipping our tea. All the blinds in the house were open and we chatted away without really noticing the heavy rain.All of a sudden lightening lit up the house. The thunder chased after it, rolling its heavy body across the roof and shaking the windows in their frames. ?That was close!? my mom said, taking another sip of tea. The wind howled angrily and then suddenly the world became strangely quiet. The sky outside looked oddly green. When I answered the ringing telephone it was K calling from the library where he had gone with the kids. ?We?ve been sequestered to the library basement,? he said. ?What?? I asked, confused. ?There?s a tornado warning, Jess. You and your mom may want to go down to the basement or at least turn on the radio to find...
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Talisman
2008-02-18 22:00:00
For K?s 40th birthday, Grandma Seattle gave him a weekend pass for two, meaning she offered to fly in for the weekend so that he and I could go away for two nights.Two. Nights.[Swoon.]We chose Valentine?s Day weekend and made some fancy schmancy (non-refundable) reservations at a B & B in the mountains. Grandma Seattle was all set to arrive last Friday afternoon.But then The Mayor?s arm broke.Neither K nor I felt comfortable simply walking out the door without making sure Grandma knew all the routines that had quickly developed around his arm. We didn?t even know if she could lift him in and out of bed.Once everything was in order, we finally left town on Saturday afternoon.Our fancy schmancy B & B turned out to be fancy only in terms of the price. It was nice enough, but our overall response was,?Eh.?After a totally random prime rib buffet meal at a nearby mountaintop inn without a liquor license, we headed back to the B & B where, for some inexplicable reason, I at an...
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What's the Difference?
2008-02-18 03:00:00
Years before my friend Bee divorced her husband she met a guy named Cary who became her workout buddy.They spent loads of time together biking, running and otherwise training for races.At the time, Bee confessed to feeling attracted to Cary but she assured me that they were just friends.[I done told y'all that jest ain't right!]It's been about a year since Bee's divorce and when I saw her last week she told me that she and Cary were dating."Oh, that's a SHOCKER!" I laughed."What do you mean?!" she balked."C'mon, Bee. You've always been attracted to him. This was inevitable... just a matter of time.""I don't know," she said. She paused."He told some of our mutual friends that we're dating and I was surprised that he said so, I mean, there's not much difference between being his friend and dating... if that is what we're doing. We're both seeing other people too.""Well," I probed, "have you been kissing Cary? That would make it different."She blushed and so I couldn't ...
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A Stinky Kind of Love
2008-02-14 23:10:00
When I picked up The Rooster from school all of The Mayor?s friends crowded around me.?Where?s The Mayor? Where?s The Mayor?? they chirped.I told them that he broke his arm and had to stay home for a little while.?Tell him I am missing him!? one shouted.?Me too! I am missing him, too!? another joined.The next thing I knew I was waist deep in a sea of munchkins who were all shouting,?I am missing The Mayor! No, I am! NO, ME!!?It was kind of awesome!This morning The Mayor came to school with me to drop off Rooster but he was feeling too protective of his arm to stay.Taylor, a curly-haired classmate ran up to him yelling,?MAYOR!!! DID YOUR MOMMY TELL YOU HOW MUCH WE MISSED YOU?!!?More awesome!Finally, in a burst of morning tenderness, K knelt down in front of The Mayor, moved in close and said,?Mayor, you have been so brave. I am so proud of you and I love you so much.?In response, The Mayor said,?YUCK, DADDY! I. DON'T. LIKE. YOUR. BREATH.?Which is, of course, the most awesome!
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Another Kind of Knitting
2008-02-13 21:30:00
?This is an emergency,? she said. ?You have to come right now.?I ran to my car and backed down the driveway but I live on a busy street and the traffic was relentless.Panic rose in my chest and I screamed at my car windows.When I finally reached the school, The Mayor was sitting in his teachers lap sobbing.?He was running on the playground,? she told me. ?He fell and his friend fell on top of him. His arm is hurt, but I can?t see it through his shirt and he won?t let anyone touch it.?My panic, visibly increasing, led another teacher to take me by the arm and, in her most serious and stern voice, say, ?You need to stay calm.?I took a deep breath and righted myself.The teachers helped me get The Mayor into the car and I headed for the emergency room.Every time the car went over a bump or I slowed down for a traffic light he wailed in agony.?Please, Mama! Please make it stop hurting!?I had to self-park in the ER parking deck (WTF?!!) and carry him to the elevator. He sobbed and sobbe...
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Can Boys Baby Sit Your Daughter?
2008-02-12 16:25:00
Warning: This post goes to a dark place?Months ago my friend Elke and I purchased tickets to a modern dance series at a local theater.I was excited because, like me, Elke likes modern dance (unlike K who, when forced to attend, fidgets.)K agreed to be in charge of the short and loud people on the show nights, but after things were all set K was invited to a surprise 40th birthday party for his best friend. It was to be held in New York on the night of the first performance in my dance series.Because K and I are of the mind that in life and friendship it is important to show up for the big stuff, we decided that he would go to New York and I would get a babysitter for the night.At the last minute, my babysitter cancelled leaving me twenty four hours to find a replacement or miss my show.I frantically called around and left messages with all my sitters.[I have never been rejected so much in a single day!]Then, miraculously, a friend suggested her son. I don?t know her son well, but I...
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I Don't Hang Out with Your Husband
2008-02-07 21:35:00
So far The Rooster has tagged along for The Mayor?s play dates or spent time with our friend?s children who are, for the most part, boys older than her. At two and a half, The Rooster finally has two little, girl friends of her own from daycare.The mother of one of the girls and I have befriended each other. After she and I established that we liked each other we arranged a get together so that our husbands could meet and they also liked each other.Things look good? The other little girl that Rooster plays with is almost always picked up by her father.He and I often chat while the kids run around in the play yard after school.[Neither of us ever seem eager to descend into the potential hell that is usually referred to as "dinner time."]I like the daycare dad.I'd love to get to know him and his wife, both for the sake of making new friends and to create more opportunities for Rooster to play with another girl her age.But it's tricky.K picked the kids up from daycare while I worke...
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One Way to Hold Their Attention
2008-02-07 03:30:00
I am weary.I spent the last three days facilitating a meeting in my fancy business clothes trying to seem professional and knowledgeable.Oh, the facilitator! She's in charge! She's smooth!But, wait! What's this?Oops!She cheated on the stockings part of her outfit and... DOH!Every time she stood up her knee-high hoisery dropped and pooled at her ankles.
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It's Much Harder To Be Good
2007-11-27 12:00:00
The illustrations showed sinister looking, shirtless men with great swaths of fabric wrapped around their waists and heads.The swarthy, sword-brandishing swashbucklers were shown commiting acts of great violence in the coffee table book about pirates that The Mayor insisted on "reading" at the Thanksgiving beach house.I had to invent narrative to explain the pictures to him."You see, Mayor... uh... pirates were bad guys sailing the high seas.""Why were they bad guys?" he asked"Because they stole things from people.""Oh. What did they steal, Mom?""Um. They stole blankies. The special blankies belonging to little boys and girls."[The Mayor's brow knitted in outrage. The injustice!]"Don't worry, Mayor! Good guys fought the pirates, won the blankies back and returned them to the children. ""Why did the good guys win, Mom?""Because! Good ALWAYS triumphs over evil, Mayor.""Why?""Because... because... good is STRONGER than evil.""Why?""Because it's harder to be good, Mayor. Much harder...

Family Turkey
2007-11-26 15:31:00
We spent Thanksgiving week at a rented beach house just outside of Charleston, South Carolina.The beach house turkey tradition began three years ago when it started to be too much for my grandparents to handle the whole family.This was our first Thanksgiving without either of them and that was hard.Overall it went well.Uh... unless you count the night where I got into a screaming match with my sister-in-law (in front of everyone) over whether or not it was right and just to put a single, beloved jumbo Lego in time out.[Oh, hear the joyous holiday thunder of different parenting styles colliding!]Weeeeeeeee! The fun.The weather was beautiful and the house was lovely, but...The Rooster, who usually considers Grandma Seattle the most special person, was a complete stinker towards her for the entire week.I asked her why she was being such a grumpus and The Rooster said,"Well, there was... there was this... INSTANCE... of AHHHHHHH!!!!"She shook her two-year old fists in frustration.Oh, t...
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It's Business Time
2007-11-25 23:30:00
Well...I just got home from a week away with my family.Oh, the thankful.I failed, while away, to stick to the nablopomofoho commitment I made.I came in the door, saw my computer and felt all ashamed and stuff.For like, a whole minute.And then got distracted and wee'd myself because my friend Michele sent me this...
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Dining With Joy
2007-11-22 22:37:00
Gathered around the dinner table last night my extended family discussed the finer points of farting in front of your spouse.[Only the highest brow conversations at The House of Joy!]My Aunt, whose husband was not present said,"Though I empathize with Jessica and herMighty Wind..."[I LOVE the use of the word "empathize" in this context. Psh.]"Though I empathize with Jessica and herMighty Wind, I have NEVER ONCE heard Jimmy fart."My brother, without taking his eyes off of his fork said,"He doesn't really love you."Today I am thankful for my family.
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One Way To Be Politically Correct
2007-11-19 19:22:00
When I arrived The Rooster was wearing a hand painted, paper and pipe cleaner pilgrim bonnet.[The latest in haute pilgrim!]While the girls wore bonnets, the boys in Rooster's class donned tall, stiff pilgrim hats made from black and white paper with exaggerated front buckles. The Rooster led me to my seat at the daycare Thanksgiving lunch.At my seat a brown paper turkey placeholder said "Guest of The Mayor and The Rooster." The Mayor was already seated.The Mayor and all his classmates wore headdresses, brown construction paper bands with three different colored paper feathers stapled to the back.I assumed I was dining with a band of tiny pilgrims and a slightly taller group of Native Americans. "Do you like my hat?" Rooster asked."I do!" I told her. "You make a great pilgrim."Not wanting to be left out, The Mayor said, "Do you like my hat too?" "I do!" I said. "Are you a Native American?"The Mayor rolled his eyes. "No, Mom. I'm a turkey butt!"Ah, yes. I guess I knew that.
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Help Me, Blog Friend.
2007-11-18 16:00:00
Sometimes I click through to blogger's profiles from comment links.CERTAIN BLOGGER'S profile pages list 40 bzillion blogs and I think... GAH! Which one is the one to visit? (In this case, for me, it is this one.)But, then the clicking. There is so much clicking.[And scrolling down, too much scrolling down.]Can I ask you to do me a favor...Please help make things easier for this old woman.Ready?Go to your blogger profile.Select "edit profile."Scroll down.Under "General" where it says "Homepage URL"...Enter your blog URL.This way, when I try to visit you from a comment link that you left here or somewhere else, I can click on the part of your profile that says "My Web Page" and I'll be there.If you are as smart as Slacker Mom and you know how to hook your blogging self up so that your comment name link thingy leads DIRECTLY to your blog (skipping the profile page) DO tell...I want to be able to do that.
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meme-a-licious-ness-ism
2007-11-18 02:37:00
It's the weekend... time for some slacker blogging, so...Kaleigh tagged me for some meme-a-licious-ness-ism.Four First Names of Crushes I’ve Had(Oh, The Shame!)1. Robin2. Leif3. Ralph4. ChristopherFour Pieces of Clothing I Wish I Still Owned1. Black lace panties2. U da ho3. Hari Krishna Robe4. Boots Made Fer Walkin'Four Names I’ve Been Called at One Time or Another1. Bossy2. Tactless3. Pookie Fritz4. Stinky WizzleteethFour Professions I Secretly Want to Try*1. Pole Dancer2. Missile Launcher3. Corporate Jet Pilot4. Citizens Arrest Maker(* I think I get to count this towards Sugarplum's Mom's meme too.)Four Musicians I’d Most Want to Go on a Date WithK & The Plastic Ukulele'sFour Foods I’d Rather Throw Than Eat1. Mayonnaise2. Cheesecake3. Candy Corn4. Nachos Bell GrandeFour Things I Like to Sniff1. Coffee Grounds2. K's stanky arm pit3. Puppy feet4. GlueFour People to Tag1. Joe2. Kevin 3. Heather 4. Karen
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