Archive for April, 2008
Three months and ten to go
Pounds, that is.
I’m having a little trouble getting back into my old jeans as quickly as I did after the girls were born. Ten pounds isn’t much, but on a five-foot four-inch frame, it’s enough to keep me in elastic waistbands. Which is depressing, so I try not to think about it.
This weekend, I […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 29th, 2008 tagged Daring you to disagree, Home on the range, Who me? | 22 Comments »
The ideal of nonconformity
There’s a sequence to life that’s drilled into the heads of young girls - by their parents and by popular culture - high school, then college; marriage, then children. It’s touted as the “right” way to do things, a modern version of how to meet and marry the prince and ride off into the […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 28th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y | 10 Comments »
Meeting my mother in the middle
When I was growing up, I often marveled at the way my friends spoke to their mothers. To put it bluntly, if I’d mouthed off like they did, my mother would have smacked me. Of course, she did smack me a few times, but I only took the liberty of talking back to […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 25th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Who me?, Youthful indiscretions | 10 Comments »
Odds and ends
Does anyone else SQUEEZE the box of wine when it’s almost empty in a misguided attempt to drain it of that last half-ounce? Or am I the only trashy boxed-wine drinker out there?
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I was “hey-babied” yesterday by a couple of high school kids. The creepy part was that I was wearing Oliver in the […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 24th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Dirtying up other corners of the web | 10 Comments »
He’s a boob man
I used to think that mothers who claimed their babies wouldn’t take a bottle were full of it.
(Ducks and covers while onlookers throw rotten tomatoes.)
The way I saw it, I had two kids who were happily breastfed, neither of whom were thrilled with the bottle the first few times it was presented. But by […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 23rd, 2008 tagged Baby makes three (kids), Daring you to disagree, Who me? | 17 Comments »
Insulation
Yesterday we visited a friend who had checked himself into a drug and alcohol treatment center. Fortunately, this treatment center happens to be in the mountains - ideally located for a day trip of hiking and sightseeing - and so we made a day of it.
When we arrived at the center after our hike, I […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 21st, 2008 tagged Daring you to disagree, Home on the range, Who me?, Youthful indiscretions | 13 Comments »
One lousy push present
I never received a push present - not with any of my three children. And that’s okay, because not only do I find the term “push present” fairly obnoxious, I never actually pushed.
How about a “guts on a platter present” instead?
Don’t get me wrong. I love presents. I especially love presents that […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 18th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, The king of beers | 15 Comments »
Like an elephant
I have a regrettably good memory.
It’s regrettable in that I remember far too much of what I’d rather forget. While it may be convenient to function as a walking Rolodex of names, numbers, and email addresses (but not birthdays, unfortunately - I can hardly remember my own), it’s painful to recollect - in photographic detail […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 15th, 2008 tagged Who me?, Youthful indiscretions | 15 Comments »
Like a sailor
Maybe I should be ashamed to admit it, but I’ve got a whole host of habits that aren’t exactly ladylike.
Many of them are just perfectly normal bodily functions which we all share, but which I’m disinclined to try to hide unless I’ve just met you or I’m at a fancy restaurant. I do have […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 11th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, The king of beers, Who me? | 23 Comments »
We’re both working on it
Dear Tacy,
Today is your sixth birthday. Even as I type it, I still find it hard to believe.
We’ve certainly gone a few rounds lately, you and I. You’re already so grown up in so many ways that it gives both of us false expectations. I forget that I still need to exercise […]