tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172027322011-09-01T07:28:25.586-07:00It's my page, all MINE! And that's why it sucks so badly.goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.comBlogger851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-88964642531294246132007-11-05T20:03:00.000-08:002007-11-05T20:10:52.141-08:00

Who knew a kid could take so much out of you? Or give so much back. Obviously, having a child is one of the best ways to completely and totally destroy any type of schedule you thought you'd stick to. One of the first things that went was my blog. Then my book reviewing. Then my television watching. Then grooming habits. Okay, okay, I was able to keep most of my grooming habits, but I have

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So I've been gone a long time. I would use the excuse that I have a new baby, dammit, but...she's now almost 9 months old and plenty of the rest of you continue blogging on your merry little way mere hours after having a baby, so I have no excuse. Instead of excuses, I give you pictures:Isn't she just the loveliest thing you've ever seen? Even if you don't think, lie to me and tell me she is.And

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The title of this post pretty much sums up my life now. However, I love every minute of it because...Isn't she just the most beautiful thing ever?? I can't believe how much I love her. I just sit and stare at her. I MADE this perfect little being! It's really hard to believe. All the crap I went through, the months of nausea, the hemorrhoids, the groin pain...so, so worth it. Now I know why

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She's here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And so so beautiful. Honestly, I never thought I could love something so much. Nothing bothers me about her--not the poopy diapers or the feedings every hour on the hour or no sleep...I just look at her and am filled with happiness. Here are a couple of pictures and I'll post the birth story later. It really was a pretty good labor and delivery.

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We are set to go into the hospital at 7:30 pm tonight for an induction! Should have a baby by tomorrow afternoon! Will update as soon as possible! Can I use any more exclamation points??!!!!!

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I feel pretty stupid for moaning about not giving birth last week when it was NOT EVEN MY DUE DATE YET. Now that I am three days past my due date, it is really time for the moaning. What is this kid waiting for?? Her mother to have a complete and total breakdown, brought on by intense burning ass pain, the inabiity to be on her feet for longer than ten minutes, heartburn, no sleep and NO END

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Remember how I said in the last post that hopefully the next post would be about my new baby? HA! Hahahahahahaha. I am four days from my due date and going a bit crazy. First of all, I am in pain. The hemorrhoid is back. Not Oscar, the kind, gentle hemorrhoid who just kind of hung out and made me feel embarrassed. No, this is Philip, the painful, horrific hemorrhoid who reminds me of his

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My hopes for a Christmas baby have been dashed! It's now the day after and I don't see my girl coming out any time soon. Of course, I am still only 36 1/2 weeks, but stranger things have happened. I was hoping she'd come while family was in town and I could bribe them to extend their stay for a few days...or weeks...or months. We've been watching Bringing Home Baby on TLC and damn! Taking

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That title pretty much sums 'er up. I feel like a big, tired blob who does nothing. Sundays are the worst. I can't muster the energy to shower or get dressed, so I spend my day in crappy sweats, hoping no one comes to the door and sees me in my greasy-faced, lank-haired, stained sweatshirt glory. I think I slept at least half of the day yesterday. I am a slug.Does every woman this close to

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First, here are some newer pictures of me and my big ol' belly. These were taken at about 31 weeks:I am now closing on 33 weeks. Women actually have babies at this point that are very healthy, though it doesn't look like my little girl has any plans to come out anytime soon. Oh no, she is just getting started causing Mom some 3rd trimester pain. First, there's the heartburn. There seems to

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So, after a bunch of the NON-fun pregnancy stuff (sickness, hemorrhoids, weight gain, lack of wine and did I mention the hemorrhoids?), I got to experience a couple of the fun sides of pregnancy.First, my shower. It was a wonderful little affair with gifts, cake and games. You have to see this cake:Well. Never mind. Apparently blogger does not want to post a picture of my damn shower cake.

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Due to high demand (that would be two people) asking to see a belly shot, I've finally got one! And it's got two things going for it: 1. you can't really see my belly and 2. you can't really see my face! I love the picture, though. Feast your eyes on my expanding womb:My friend is a professional photographer and was horrified when she found out I wasn't taking any pregnancy pictures, so she

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In an effort to not spend the rest of my pregnancy vegged out in front of the television, progressively getting stupider, I made myself a new schedule and amazed myself by actually sticking to it today! Here's my evening so far:5:00 pm: Get home, make dinner. Tonight, I made pizza with a zucchini crust. Sound disgusting? It wasn't! Quite yummy, actually, but not as crunchy as I was hoping

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Let me preface this post by saying everything is absolutely fine with my pregnancy. Had another cervical ultrasound today and it's a-okay, good enough that I will not need any further hoo-hah probing with this particular device, though I am sure there will be plenty of hoo-hah probing of a different nature in the months to come. This was not a sexual comment, though when I look back at it, it

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...it's a GIRL! Yep, we're having a little girl. We're very excited. Me, especially, since I get to go buy lots of cute little girl things and teach a little girl everything I know (how to flirt, how to wear makeup, you know, the important things).On the down side, my cervix has shortened to 27 mm, which is not great. I have to go back in two weeks and get another cervical ultrasound. If

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Yes, it HAS been a month since I've posted. Yikes! Thank you, Erika, for leaving me a comment to make sure I'm still alive. I am! I just suck at keeping up my blog!New developments:The season is changing and now I need to buy a whole new crop of maternity clothes. All of which seem to be ass ugly or very overpriced. It just seems such a waste to spend money on clothes that A: won't look

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I belong to a Bunko group. Not sure if you've all heard of these, but it's a group of 12 ladies that gets together every month to play a dice game, drink, eat and gossip. It's technically spelled Bunco, but I think that looks stupid and wrong, so I call it Bunko. Anyway. As fate would have it, I was supposed to host Bunko last month, when I was still venturing to the toilet to heave up my

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I'll tell you where they are--they're nonexistent!! However, I've been thinking more about it and realized I should document The Enlargement because it's something I might want to look back on months (years?) from now and laugh, rather than cry, which is what I feel like doing now when I look in the mirror. It's not the belly that makes me cry, it's the love handles. Can you carry a baby in

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Shitty, thanks for asking!! At 15 weeks, the sickness is still lingering. I did have one glorious day at the beginning of the week where I felt like my old self, but this just made the vomiting the next morning seem all the worse. I am tired. Tired of feeling crappy, tired of not being myself, tired of running to the bathroom, tired of knowing I will go home each night and sit in the recliner

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1153247054777458242006-07-18T11:11:00.000-07:002006-07-18T11:24:14.796-07:00

1. That I would feel so icky all the time. No, I'm not just talking about the sickness, which is a big part of it. I'm also talking about the acne (on my arms! my chest! all over my face! What the HELL?), the changes in my body (when did my hips get so wide??? I'm only three months along!) and the fact that I just don't feel pretty in anything I wear these days.2. The connection I'd feel

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If there is an award for being a terrible blogger, I would definitely be in the running! I haven't posted forever. My only excuse is that I am still sick. But that doesn't seem like an excuse since I know a bunch of bloggers who blogged throughout worse morning sickness than mine and still managed to be funny and sincere and consistent. Apparently, I am just lazy.I am a little over 13 weeks

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1150491396691546502006-06-16T13:46:00.000-07:002006-06-16T13:56:36.723-07:00

Remember when I posted that the stuff the doctor gave me made the morning sickness so much better? Oh, that seemed so long ago...and it appears it was a lie. I still feel like poo pretty much all the time. Very little vomiting, very much feeling like I need to. I can't stand the smell of our bathroom anymore, so I always keep the window open. Thank goodness it's summer. However, I don't

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1149533966414804012006-06-05T11:47:00.000-07:002006-06-05T11:59:26.430-07:00

The morning sickness has eased a bit, thanks to my doctor and his suggestion to take some over the counter motions sickness medicine. Although I am not feeling even close to 100%, it's so much better than the 'I want to die' feeling I had just a week ago that it's pretty easy to deal with. I still complain, of course, and there are still plenty of moments where I just want to cry, but it is

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Oh my god, the morning sickness. The horrendous, terrible, infamous morning sickness. Who knew it would be this bad??I spent Friday night, Saturday, Sunday and Monday on the couch. Or in the bathroom. Nowhere else. I had three stages: 1. Nauseous, but not ready to vomit. 2. Nauseous and needing to vomit. 3. Vomiting. Those were the only three stages, not a speck of relief. My

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I got my test results back and they are wonderful. My hCG went from 1600 to 23,000 and my progesterone jumped from 6 to 19.1. I am sooo happy! And yet, my happiness is tempered by the sudden onset of morning sickness. Ooohhhh, it's bad. No actual vomiting, it just feels like a giant hangover. Without the fun that comes before the hangover. Why did no one tell me the first trimester feels

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1148417352130034892006-05-23T13:41:00.000-07:002006-05-23T13:49:12.153-07:00

I'm dreading my doctor's appointment tomorrow. No, that's not really true. I'm not dreading getting my blood drawn, which is all that will happen. What I'm dreading is the wait, the interminable wait from 8:30 am until whenever in the afternoon they deign to call me with my results. I know I shouldn't be dreading it like this since the news was good last time, but I can already hear it in my

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I got my blood test results back today. My HCG jumped from 90 to 1600, which is great and definitely means I am still pregnant and progressing. The bad news is, my progesterone is still sitting at 6, which is very low. My doctor switched me to a new type of supplement that is, let me tell you, absolutely revolting. They're called 'troches' and you have to put them under your tongue and they

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Well, the past four days have been absolutely crazy. If you're ready to hear a long story, keep reading!Tuesday morning: My boss finalizes our travel plans to Florida.Tuesday evening: My period isn't turning out to be a normal period, so I decide to take a pregnancy test, just in case. A very, very faint second line shows up. I think I'm imagining it. Take another one three hours later.

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The Crazy is about to be put on hold for approximately a month and a half. Why? Gather around and let me tell you a story.Once upon a time, there was a nice boss who wanted to take her employee on a vacation to Key West. The problem was, her employee was trying to have a baby and who wants to go to Key West when they are in the early stages of pregnancy and will probably be puking all over the

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1146705002573892252006-05-03T17:57:00.000-07:002006-05-03T18:10:11.763-07:00

It's that time again! Time to talk about the books I read in April and to get some feedback from you guys on what you've been reading. Here goes!Year Zero by Jeff Long A very interesting story about a killer virus that is unleashed by someone searching for the DNA of Jesus. The virus, named Korfu, wipes out nearly the entire world. The only survivors (mostly scientists who have gathered to

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It sounds like the easiest thing in the world. You get up each morning at the same time and, before getting out of bed, you take your damn temperature. It sounds easy and it supposedly tells you all these glorious things about your womanly cycle that will help you in the baby-making department. With anticipation of finally knowing why my cycles veer from 28-33 days, I bought myself a

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For the past week and a half, they have been doing construction on the office next door to ours. Generally, things of this nature don't bother me, but man alive have I been ticked off since this thing started. Here are just a short list of my many grievances:1. They have a bajillion (yes, a bajillion, dammit) contractors, each of them have their own damn truck and each of them park their own

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1145384803161136212006-04-18T11:13:00.000-07:002006-04-18T11:26:43.190-07:00

After my exuberant post last week extolling the joys of sandal season, the Nebraska weather has decided to punch me in the boob again by veering back to fall-like temperatures. Last week? Nearly 80 every day. Actually over 80 one day, the same exact day our (brand new) air conditioner stopped working. We are the luckiest people alive!This week? After switching my closet over to sandals,

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1144682638448442192006-04-10T08:23:00.000-07:002006-04-10T08:24:05.370-07:00

Nebraska has notoriously goofy weather. Case in point: last week it was 80 degrees and sunny one day and 40 degrees and rainy the next. It's crazy and frustrating and makes it virtually impossible for a girl to switch over to her spring/summer wardrobe. However, after watching the news last night, I saw what I was waiting for: a forecast of an entire week with temps in the 70s. And we all

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As promised (or at least alluded to) in a previous post, I've decided to start a monthly tradition of posting a list of the books I've read in the past month. It will give me a chance to bitch about crappy books (oh, how I love bitching about crappy books), suggest good ones and get some feedback from you guys. Ready? Here we go!Toad Heaven by Morris GleitzmanCategory: Young Adult

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The other night, on one of Kirk's rare early evenings off, we were sitting around watching the latest Scrubs. I'm not sure you guys watch this, but if you don't, you really should. It's hilarious and sad and everything a television show should be. (The new show following it? Teachers? Not so much.) Anyway. This particular episode was the one where Turk and Carla finally find out they're

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I got the funniest voicemail message the other day. It was obviously a wrong number and went something like this:"Hello? Claire? Claire is that you? Listen, Mike does NOT KNOW about the pizza, so don't tell him, okay? Call me back and let me know you got this message!"I so want to call the number back and say, "Listen, I'm not Claire, but I have to know: what's up with the pizza?" Would

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1143053784528447532006-03-22T10:44:00.000-08:002006-03-22T10:56:24.550-08:00

It's that time of month again--the few days after deadline is over at work and I become a complete slug. Here is what I have accomplished in the past 2 1/2 days:1. Finished off the rest of the Andes mints on my desk. You know the Andes mints that you sometimes get at restaurants? Well, I had a whole box of them from Valentine's day (thanks to our elderly, yet eerily flirtatious office manager

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1142886459750253122006-03-20T10:57:00.000-08:002006-03-20T12:27:40.016-08:00

Have you ever had one of those nights where it seems like everyone and everything is against you getting a good night's sleep? Last night, Sunday, was one of those nights for me. It started out with a Headache. Not a headache, people, a Headache. One of those Headaches that feels like you've got a vice on your head, pens jabbing into your eyes and an angry badger gnawing on your nerve endings

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1142436658034646062006-03-15T07:15:00.000-08:002006-03-15T07:32:55.916-08:00

Have you ever had a stretch of a week or two when absolutely nothing of interest happens? Where people ask you what's new and the only thing you can come up with is, "Uhhhhhh...."? Where you're perfectly happy to sit around and read books and watch good television (or even bad television for that matter) and eat Bugles (damn, do I love Bugles), but then when you think back on the past few days

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1141850288984200112006-03-08T12:23:00.000-08:002006-03-08T12:38:09.023-08:00

I went to the library yesterday to check out a few books and some books on CD, which I just love listening to in my car (current selection: Twisted by Jonathan Kellerman). Anyway, I make my selections and mosey on up to the counter. The libary workers in this city are a strange lot and usually take on the form of A: older, frumpy ladies who are sweet, B: older, frumpy ladies who seem to be

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1141606566153979442006-03-05T16:47:00.000-08:002006-03-05T16:56:06.186-08:00

Yes, that's right. I'm blaming our first month's failure to have a baby on Kirk's sperm. I'm sure he'd be happy to hear that.Here's an update on our unfruitful month.Number of pregnancy tests taken: 7. That's right, I said 7. Seven! I'm a freak of nature. Thank goodness five of those were the cheapies off the Internet or I'd be going into debt because of fucking pregnancy tests. Talk about

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1141142325311659132006-02-28T07:47:00.000-08:002006-02-28T07:58:45.326-08:00

Okay, let me preface this post by saying I love squirrels. I have always loved squirrels, ever since I was a little girl and my squirrel-loving grandparents set up feeders for them in their yard. Over the years, I have continued to love squirrels. In college, we had a neighbor who would open her deck door and actually had a squirrel who would come in and hang out in her apartment and I thought

goldmoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18343837180360565564noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17202732.post-1140545991603629382006-02-21T10:07:00.000-08:002006-02-21T10:19:51.620-08:00

Tuesdays are my early days and boy have I come to dread them. I have a 7:00 am meeting halfway across town which, when you take into account my one-hour getting ready for work routine, means I have to get up at 5:40 am. When you don't get to bed until 11:30 pm, that's not a whole lotta sleep. After I've hefted my ass out of bed, I then have to deal with Hercules, who thinks he must go outside

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You know how you always hear people talk about how they are turning into their mothers, with horror in their voices? Well, I have never worried about that because my mother is really cool and I would be happy to turn into her (actually, other than the bad judgment when it comes to men, I think I turned into her a few years ago). Anyway, what I have feared has happened: I am turning into one of

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Okay, this post is not so much about dancing in the dark, but more like dressing in the dark (but the first title is much more catchy, no? Because it brings to mind Bruce Springsteen, whom I love? Yes? Anyway.). My husband doesn't go to work until 2 pm and I go to work at the regular time (the regular time being anywhere from 8 to 9 am, depending on a million things including, but not limited

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Start with: Your fertile time of the month while you're trying to conceive a baby.Add: Your husband actually getting off work before 10 pm (a very important thing when you've been so godawful tired you've been taking a nap at 7 pm and then STILL going to bed at 10:30 pm).Mix in: A shitty mood, due to deadline at work, complete exhaustion and bitchiness that seems to be just coming from nowhere in

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My husband sleeptalks. And sleepwalks, for that matter. I found this out early in our relationship when I awoke to the sounds of him peeing in the closet. Not wanting to embarrass him, I decided to pretend like I didn't notice. Then the next day, he calls me up and says,"All of my Army clothes in the closet are wet!"And I said, "Why don't you smell them."It could be worse. I had a roommate

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So here it is, the post you have all been waiting on pins and needles for because isn't it just the most exciting thing in the world to read about someone else's vacation that you did not get to go on?? Isn't it almost as good as menstrual cramps and proctology exams? Almost but not quite? Here it is anyway.Don't we all look happy? Doesn't Kirk look sunburned? Doesn't Shayne's shirt look

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Yes, I am back. No, I am not happy about it. No, I am not going to write a huge post about everything we did because I'm still tired and sluggish and pretty much just want to go home and sleep. But this picture pretty much sums it up:I will post more pictures and details as I slowly recover.

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We leave for vacation in one and a half days. And as of right now, I don't feel like I could make the trip to the bathroom let alone a trip to a different country. Man alive, am I tired! I've been trying to get enough sleep, haven't been partying it up. Maybe my body is going into hibernation mode to save up energy for the shenanigans to come? Yes?In other news, let me tell you how to turn a

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Thanks to Tiffany (see her in my links of favorite blogs) for such a fun idea! We're posting how we'd arrive, what we'd wear and who we'd bring if we were invited to the Golden Globes!What I would arrive in:What I would wear:BCBG, how I love ya! I would wear the lining, though, so my underoos weren't exposed to the world.And the shoes:And, the date! in case Kirk couldn't make it (are you

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You see this? Yes? This is where I will be next week. Me, the hubby, my boss and her husband on a five night cruise. Five nights, stops in Grand Cayman and the Florida Keys. Lots and lots of liquor, smuggled on because we are cheap bastards. Lots and lots of food, NOT smuggled on because it is free and we are cheap, fat bastards. Lots and lots of shopping and gambling because, even though

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Joaquin Phoenix has always held a special little place in my heart, even after his creepy role as the sister-loving wannabe king in Gladiator. Maybe it's his dark good looks, perhaps it's his mysterious Hollywood-shunning personality or it could be that I feel a little sorry for the kid who found his brother dead from an overdose in front of the Viper Room. Whatever the reasoning, I always

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After a lifetime of being inflexible, I suddenly got it into my head, at nearly 29 years of age (gulp), that I wanted to change this. Simple stretching after my workouts wasn't doing the trick since I've been doing this for months and still can't touch my gah-damn toes. So I decided yoga/pilates was my best option. Already having one pilates tape, I purchased a yoga tape and a yoga mat (

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The last few weeks, I've been on a major Ebay binge. It seems like I go through phases with this site. There are times that I don't even visit ebay once in three months and other times when I'm on it every day. Probably due to the fact that we are set to go on a cruise at the end of the month, I've been a crazy Ebayer as of late. And lo and behold if I did not find the perfect dress. Behold:

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2005 was a pretty good year in terms of the books I read. I spent quite a few days curled up on the recliner, whiling away the hours with a book. All in all, I completed 68 books in 2005. There were more than I ended up skimming or didn't finish, but I didn't count those. So here, in no particular order, are my favorites that I read this previous year. All entries received 4.5 stars out of 5

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After three days off (well, I really consider it a week and a half off because who really works in between Christmas and New Year's, whether you're at the office or not??), it's back to the office (and reality). Here are some of the glorious things I did with my 'lazy time'.1. Slept. A lot. How much sleep can the human body take? That question was tested and tested hard this past holiday. I

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Since we all know that Christmas is about the stuff and not the time we spend with family or ridiculous things like that, here are a few things I got this holiday:1. Fuzzy slippers. I love these things, and so does Hercules. He thinks they are furry little creatures attached to my feet and believes it's his duty to remove them from said feet and devour them.2. A hot pink suitcase. All the

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The countdown has begun. No, not the countdown until the presents get ripped open or the ham and turkey get devoured. The countdown to the loooong drive home that I undertake every year. By myself. I take off this afternoon for Western Nebraska, about a 6 hour drive. Since the husband has to work over the holidays, it will just be me. And I am not one of those people who find it fun and

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The number of reasons for having a dog are too many to count and I can't imagine living without them. Today showed me just one more reason why life with dogs is just plain better.I'd had what you could call a bad day. I'd made the stupid decision to brave Steve & Barry's in the mall (if you don't know what this store is, it's a discount sporting goods store that apparently employs the slowest

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All of you book readers out there know that you sometimes go in streaks. Either streaks of amazing books or streaks of how the hell did this shit ever get published? books. Recently, I've had one of the first streaks. Every book I've picked up lately has been amazing. Here are a few of them:Blood Memory by Greg IlesThe Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey NiffeneggerCast of Shadows by Kevin

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For our anniversary this year, the hubby and I went to a local steakhouse that is famous for its expensive menu, surly old waitresses and dark lighting. I would have preferred Red Lobster (shut up, I love it!), but we got a free dinner at this place and we're suckers for free meals. Anyway, as soon as we sit down, we notice the three men sitting a couple tables away. Okay, I noticed them. My

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...it's a whole week of posts making fun of my husband! In a good natured way, of course, because isn't that what marriage is all about? Making fun of each other? If it's not, it should be.So this is another I Can't Believe You're Wearing That post. Kirk went on a cleaning/fixing things around the house bender this week since he had time off work. I came home from work the other night to see

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Here is a picture of the hubby.Okay, by popular demand, I mean that one person asked to see him, but I'm nothing if not accomodating to my reader(s). Besides, I like to show off the crazy gym clothes wearing, word making up man that is my hubby of three years (tomorrow). So this doubles as a Happy Anniversary! post.Please ignore the fact that not only do I look fat, but I also look like I'm

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When I was little, I had my own word. It was jahusafactor (pronounced ja-hoo-sa-factor). It was completely made up and meant any damn thing I wanted it to mean. Jahusafactor could be name, it could be an adjective, it could be an inanimate object. I got a lot of mileage out of jahusafactor and annoyed the hell out of my family in the process. As I got older and fell in love with books and

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So this Sunday, I was sitting there reading a book when I heard the treadmill start up in the basement. Didn't think much of it as the husband had said he would be working out that morning. A half hour goes by, I continue to read. The treadmill stops running. A few minutes later, I look up to see the husband in the doorway and this conversation ensues.Me: "Uh, what are you wearing?"Him: "What

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We just got back from seeing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and I've come out with a crush on Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang seeker, and I'm feeling a bit sheepish about it since he plays a 17-year-old (possibly 18) in the movie. However, taking into consideration his nice physique and facial hair, I'm really hoping the actor who plays him is at least in his 20s. And if he's not, where the

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It's getting to be that time of year again--the time when I go nutso over everything Christmas. You know how everyone complains that, "All this Christmas crap starts earlier and earlier every year"? Well, I'm the one sheepishly hiding my embarrassed face because I'm already tuning into the Play Christmas Music Til All Your Listeners Puke Up Cranberries station, watching the Christmas

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If you don't like Dean Koontz...well, get off my blog right now, you son of a bitch. Even if you don't like Dean Koontz in general (which is forgivable considering some of the sludge he's been publishing lately), if you didn't like Watchers, then you really have no business reading any fiction. This, dammit, is just a fine book. What's not to love? There's government experimentation, monsters

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We are hiring a new person at work, which always provides great fodder for a post. Inspired by some of the candidates we saw today, here is a list of interviewing dos and don'ts.Don't show up looking like you just were involved in your own personal fight club. One of our candidates came to his interview with a shiner. So, of course, I couldn't think of much else except how did he get that

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For my first pan on this site, I have chosen a doozy. First of all, I apologize for the dorky 'search inside' on this photo as it's the only one I could find. You certainly do not want to even look inside this book, let alone do any searching.So. Bentley Little's Association. I had never read anything by this author and, after this steaming pile of shit, I never will again. Here's a quick

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Jeffrey Cohen has written three books in his Aaron Tucker mystery series. For Whom the Minivan Rolls was the first. Next came A Farewell to Legs and then As Dog as My Witness. I highly recommend all of them. Main character Aaron Tucker is a sarcastic, witty stay-at-home dad who dabbles in solving mysteries. If you do read his books, make sure you send Jeffrey an email letting him know how

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Since I reached what can tenuously be called my 'adulthood', I've never been into Halloween. Maybe it's the costumes. If a woman dresses up, she looks either disgusting, stupid or slutty, three things I usually try my best to avoid looking like. Maybe it's the fact that it's a holiday that is celebrated by decorating with dead bodies, gravestones and other things that are intended to scare the

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Instead of posting a weekly photo, I've decided instead to post a weekly pick or pan of a book I've recently read. Because really, wouldn't you rather know what books to read/avoid than look at pictures of my damn dog with my damn bra on his damn head?I just finished this book this weekend. Although it took me an unheard of amount of time to read it (about two weeks, when I usually polish off a

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After years of unhealthy and crazy, erratic eating habits, I've finally done a semi-decent job of settling down into a way of eating that works for me. It's basically South Beach, with a few I-Lost-My-Head-And-Scarfed-Every-Damn-Thing-In-Sight moments sprinkled throughout. Although I'm trying to erradicate the Scarf moments, I broke down and had one yesterday. We're talking chocolate and beer

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Does anyone else have a problem with the new Burger King Commercial for the MeatNormous sandwich? Meat...on top of meat...on top of meat.... Not only does it sound more than a little explicity homosexual, but also--MY GOD, would you like a triple bypass with that order? And what's up with the logger? Do loggers love meat? I guess I was never aware of this fact. Environmentalists love trees,

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This, as you see, is one pissed off kitty. Is she pissed because her name is, poor thing, Shitty? Or maybe because she has to live with an enormous dog who likes to roll her end over end, a look of doggie glee on his face? Then again, it could be because she has been put on a restrictive diet due to the fact that Her Chubbiness could no longer clean her own back and was getting hair clumps.

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So the hubby and I went to eat at Outback Steakhouse tonight. Bloomin' Onion! Crikey!! Anyway. I was totally watching what another table of diners was doing, as I'm wont to do (I blame it on my inquisitive writer's nature), when the sighting occured. Let me set the scene: It's a table of five. You've got what is probably the mother, an aunt, an uncle or older brother and what I'm guessing

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I got on the scale this morning. While this may seem like a completely normal activity for most people, it has always been fraught with danger for me. It all started when I was in the 8th grade and my mom told me I was getting chubby. I got on the scale and it read 140. While I was already near my full-grown height of 5'7 by that time, the weight did not look right on my adolescent body and I

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Yes, it's Hercules. With my bra on his head. Ho, ho, I'm a freakin' genius.

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The anorexic on the treadmill This girl was about twenty pounds underweight (although her hair probably made up for ten of that) and was running on the treadmill on the absolute highest incline. So high she had to hold on for dear life lest she get ejected off the end. This led to her little birdfeet making huge STOMP STOMP noises each time they hit. The poor

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As I reach the time in my life when I'm beginning to think about starting a family, I find myself watching other pregnant women. Sometimes, they make me happy and excited. Most of the time, they make me roll my eyes and reconsider my notion of procreating. So here, to remind myself when the time comes, is a list of things I'll never do when I'm pregnant.1. Assume that every person who comes

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I have an issue with the jeans industry. Obviously, the denim makers of the world all got together one afternoon, knocked back a few martinis, and gleefully came up with the idea to collectively fuck with the minds of poor, unsuspecting jeans buyers everywhere. What other explanation is there for my recent experience?The scene: Dillards dressing room. I've got everything I need for a

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This is me. And Hercules.I am: a writer, a wife, a lover of sitcoms and good books. I am not: religious, conservative or someone who tends to watch long, weepy movies.Why am I starting a blog? Because I have lots of thoughts and every once in a while, I want to share those thoughts. Or at least organize them. This blog may turn into a diary, it may turn into a place to review books, or rant

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