Archive for September, 2008
The best part of my day
Scroll down past the parenting angst if you’re just here to read Part 2 of my letter to Sarah Palin…
I’ve been a little nervous about Tacy’s parent-teacher conference. Her adjustment to first grade, which was somewhat bumpy at first, has been mellowing out. But there have been other occurrences – two weeks’ worth [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on September 30th, 2008 tagged Dirtying up other corners of the web, Miss Goosie | 14 Comments »
An open letter to Sarah Palin, part one
Dear Gov. Palin,
The good news? I don’t pity you anymore.
The bad news? I’m now wholly unable to respect you as a viable vice-presidential candidate.
I disagreed with you on many points from the start – most notably, your socially conservative views. But the footage of you, speaking to your congregation about “God’s plan” [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on September 29th, 2008 tagged Daring you to disagree, Who me? | 25 Comments »
Let the good times roll
And let them keep on rolling for many more years. Happy eleventh anniversary, love.
Not our wedding, not even our anniversary, but definitely having a good time together.
Published by mothergoosemouse on September 27th, 2008 tagged Look at me, look at me!, The king of beers, Who me? | 15 Comments »
She got her fashion sense from her father…
…and her cleanliness from me.
Here’s hoping she doesn’t feed any of her Polly Pocket Pop ‘N Swap parts to the Dustbuster.
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Published by mothergoosemouse on September 25th, 2008 tagged Bwahahaha!, Look at me, look at me!, Miss Mousie | 7 Comments »
Save yourselves, Wall Street
If you’ve been reading my tweets, you’ve seen that I’m pissed about this proposed bailout. Really, really pissed.
I’ve been watching the coverage, and I’ve been impressed by the bipartisan criticism of the package and the events that led up to it. I’ve also listened closely to the various economists’ commentary.
I’m pissed for a multitude of [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on September 24th, 2008 tagged Daring you to disagree, The king of beers, Who me? | 16 Comments »
I suspect my mother-in-law owns stock in a diaper company
When my in-laws visited a few weeks ago, every time Oliver whimpered, my mother-in-law changed his diaper.
“Oh, he was wet!” she’d exclaim. “That’s why he was crying.”
Well, yes. He’d probably squeezed out a few drops since his diaper was last changed, oh…about half an hour ago. But I doubted a little squirt [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on September 21st, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Daring you to disagree, Who me? | 14 Comments »
That new baby smell
Would someone please tell me what that new baby smell is all about?
I have a pretty sensitive sniffer – not quite as keen as a dog’s, but damn close – and I don’t know what the hell people are talking about when they sniff babies’ heads and go, “Ahhhhh….” like they just took a drag [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on September 19th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Dirtying up other corners of the web, Olliepop | 20 Comments »
Love bites
See those pearly whites down there?
Yeah, ouch.
Olliepop is still very much a boob man. So much so that we don’t even bother with the bottles anymore. Why torture ourselves and our son?
I have to admit that I’m pretty impressed with myself, closing in on seven months of almost-exclusive breastfeeding. I doubt that [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on September 17th, 2008 tagged Bwahahaha!, Olliepop, Who me? | 31 Comments »
WWJD? Well, I’ll tell you.
Two Sundays ago, Tacy came home from church wearing a WWJD bracelet.
I actually never saw the bracelet; Kyle greeted her, noticed her new jewelry, and directed her to remove it and throw it in the trash. Then he told me about it later on that day, at the pool, in front of other people. [...]
Published by mothergoosemouse on September 15th, 2008 tagged Daring you to disagree, Miss Goosie, The king of beers, Who me? | 41 Comments »
Sneaky sneakers
When I was in seventh grade, I borrowed a book of music from my harp teacher for a competition at a local university. While there, I misplaced the book and had to return home without it.
I was terrified to face my teacher at my next lesson. I was already scared of her, even [...]
