Juggling Practice

February 7th, 2008

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I think…think…I have streamlined my life. Maybe. I have deleted a couple of personal blogs..I have resurrected a couple of blogs I had let slide, and I have made a plan to keep up with all of them, that is working, so far.

It is hard for me to juggle all of it, but everything I write is so specialized that I can’t just handle it all on one blog…. Continue reading »

In the words of Homer Simpson - A Lil’ Help?

January 24th, 2008

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All these years I’ve thought I was an exceptional mother - taking care of kids when they were sick, nurturing them back to health quickly and suddenly all former beliefs are being put to the test.

I’ve had sick kids for TWO friggin weeks and I’m OVER it!

What does it take, shy of a nuclear bomb, to rid my house of these germs?

Any tips?

Seriously, this “Man Flu” is about to kill me here! I’m just about to show them all that they don’t just feel like they’re dying, they actually ARE! Bleh.

 

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I Celebrate Clean Sheet Day

December 12th, 2007

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gayla-mccord-1I know there are women (possibly some men too) out there who know EXACTLY what I’m talking about when I say there is something very special about Clean Sheet Day!

I LOVE Clean Sheet Day! Just before bed, I shower and shave my legs, making sure there’s not the slightest bit of stubble to ruin the experience.

There’s something about sliding in between those crisp, cool, April fresh smellin’ sheets that does a body AND spirit good!

My family - especially my husband just does NOT understand why, the bed is completely OFF limits until mama is ready for bed on Clean Sheet Day. No dogs, no kids, no hubby! Nuh-THING is allowed on or near the bed. In fact, I’m afraid to even let them look at it for fear they’ll give in to temptation and mess up my experience somehow.

Is there anyone out there who understands the importance of CSD and why it’s imperative that the sheets be kept fresh for those who celebrate Clean Sheet Day?

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Outside My Office Window

November 29th, 2007

When my husband and I began looking for a house in the spring of 2002, we were looking for something very special. When we spied the house we now call home, one selling point was the farm across the street. The owners assured us they wouldn’t sell, so urban sprawl won’t be a problem.

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The sunrises coming up over the farm were absolutely stunning. And if my son and I were awake, we would always take time to watch the sun come up.

Two years ago we learned the person who owned the farm across the road passed away and his kids sold the farm to some McMansion development company. Now this is what my son and I watch instead of sunrises in the morning:

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Since this is directly outside my office window, I’m sure you can imagine the noise while I’m working.

In addition, a bypass is being put up to divert traffic from clogging up the main routes through town. You guessed it, my road is going to have lots of traffic. 40 new homes and bypass traffic. We can’t wait.

I need to go away more often

November 15th, 2007

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I need to go away more often. Last week, I was in Las Vegas for almost a week while I attended the Blog World and New Media Expo. When I arrived home, I found my husband had installed a closet organizer in our son’s room and his clothes, drawers, closet and toys were all neatly organized. The house was spotless. I mean spotless. PLUS he also installed brand new windows in the basement. For kicks, he and our son built a volcano from spackle. Mind you, my husband isn’t messy or lazy, but he does like to spend his weekends on the couch.

We moved into this house a little over five years ago. Soon after we moved in, Mr. Ng gutted the master bath in hopes building a bigger, better bathroom. Five years later, my master bath is still looking the same. Every now and then my husband will break out the sawzall and do a little more work, but for the most part, we’re a one bathroom family.

It’s not because my husband isn’t handy, either. He worked in construction for quite a few years and is quite the carpenter. When it comes to his own home, he’s not so ambitious. Last year I went away for a weekend with my sisters. When I returned home I found Mr. Ng finally removed the ugly wallpaper in the hall. A year later, I’m still staring at bare walls.

Meanwhile, on weekends when I’m home I find my husband, more often than not, snoring on the couch for most of the day. So I ask you, how can someone show so much ambition when I’m not home? It can’t be our son, because he works just fine when it’s the two of them. It can’t be me because all the nagging in the world isn’t getting him up off that couch. So what do we think it is?

A friend of mine suggested my husband is trying to prove to me he’s more than capable in my absence, the house is spotless, my son is occupied and stuff is getting done around the house. Well, rock on, Mr. Ng, here’s to capability. Now show me what you can do when I’m home.