Archive for the 'Who me?' Category
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Who needs some meaningless Bloggie…
…when you can be a Bangable Blog Babe?
I found this link in my Site Meter. I don’t know where the hell he got that god-awful picture of me that’s at least fifteen years old, and I realize that, at #5 on the list of May’s Blog Babes, I just barely passed muster. Maybe […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on May 5th, 2008 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Bwahahaha!, The wild blue yonder, Who me? | 14 Comments »
Better than being ostracized by a bunch of old farts and sanctimommies
I had two worries about Tacy’s flight to Washington.
One, that she would have to go to the bathroom mid-flight, and I wouldn’t be there to remind her to hover over the pee-splattered toilet seat. And two, that in spite of her ability to charm the pants off almost anyone, the adult passengers would hate […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on May 3rd, 2008 tagged Miss Goosie, The king of beers, Who me? | 8 Comments »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
The long and short of it
There isn’t much on which Kyle and I disagree.
Sure, he tends to let the girls get away with more than I do, and I tend to have a lower threshold for clutter than he does. But on the big issues - religion, politics, and whose side of the bed is whose - we agree.
With […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on April 6th, 2008 tagged Look at me, look at me!, The king of beers, Who me? | 17 Comments »
The torture of sleep deprivation
“So how’s the baby sleeping?”
What, the dark circles under my eyes aren’t enough of an answer?
I think fear of anticipated sleep deprivation was my number one concern when I discovered I was pregnant last summer. Not whether we could afford another baby, or where he would sleep, or the fact that we’d given away […]