I just bought myself a birthday laptop, with a little help from my man(also known as Baby Daddy). It's almost more fun than my buying that new car I bought last tear. I guess because technically the bank owns it for the next five years. So maybe I'll blog more often & maybe I'll get my One year letter to puppy on the blog & maybe I'll keep up with other blogs more.
Or maybe I'll just keep going at the same pace, chasing puppy around more because he's getting quicker & stronger every day. I had a little talk with him about learning more words so that we can communicate better. I'm going to keep it up with these talks, he'll hear me one day.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Slacka dackin'
It's been 6 months since I blogged. Talk about a slacker! However, it's been an eventful 6 months.
Let's see. I lost my job then started working from home, living off of unemployment & commission. Working at home isn't easy but I will remember this time with big old gobs of drippy love because I was able to spend the last 5 months of my sons first 13 months mostly with him & at his disposal. THIS will never be forgotten and has been the best 5 months of my life, after the first 8 months of my sons life that is. I will never get this first year back and am so fortunate to have been able to spend it the way I have. (Thanks, D.L.)
Puppy has 6 teeth, now. The first two came in December when he was 9 months old, four came in one week this March just after he turned ONE YEAR OLD. (I have to write it like that because, you know, I just can't believe it!). And, yes, those 4 came in in one week. He's been walking since he was 9 months old (see why I've been slacking?). He babbles all the time & one day soon I swear he's going to say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Go ahead, say it fast three times!
(Side note here, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious was in the spell check here @ blogger. That makes them super cool!)
I've recently started a new job and am very excited about it. Don't get me wrong, I'm really excited about it! I liked my other job until they laid me off & gave me the opportunity of a lifetime (see above paragraph 1). Ok, I liked my other job then, too, but when this opportunity came along I couldn't pass it up. It really is a great opportunity and I've wanted this opportunity for a while. PLUS they have flexible hours, are open evenings & weekends so I can get my hours in then & still keep some daytime/baby daddy's at work time with the little monster. Which equals less daycare. Hopefully.
Baby Daddy & I want to minimize daycare & we'll be able to do this with my new job. Again, don't get me wrong...Lot's of folks work full time & have their children in daycare full time etc. & that's all good. It's just that BD & I wanted me to be able to be a stay-at-home Mom. But BD can't support us all on his salary so until he can this will have to do.
So I'm starting this new job with a mix of excitement & melancholy. I'm sad to leave my old job, they really are like family after 7 1/2 years & I will miss my coworkers a lot. I'll miss the fun & laughter, the inside jokes & remembrances of times past. I'm a sentimental one & am fiercely loyal so it's always hard for me to switch loyalties.
Then I go to my new place of employment for a day & I get so excited I can't stand it. I want to go into work to work, not just to visit, I want to go in & see what new & exciting things I will learn & be a part of. The new employer is very "up" on technology so I learn something new in that aspect every half hour just about. Everything is linked & accessible from any computer on the network plus on blackberries. They have software that makes time soooo much more efficient & makes it soooo much easier to do the job. Plus they have location, location, location! They are doing so many things I wanted to do at my old employer but never had the opportunity for various reasons. The old employer was spread a little thinner, they didn't just do kitchens so money had to go further.
I'm so excited, but so sad. Change is good but it does bring the emotions up. I'm going to miss my old crew, I hope they don't forget me.
Let's see. I lost my job then started working from home, living off of unemployment & commission. Working at home isn't easy but I will remember this time with big old gobs of drippy love because I was able to spend the last 5 months of my sons first 13 months mostly with him & at his disposal. THIS will never be forgotten and has been the best 5 months of my life, after the first 8 months of my sons life that is. I will never get this first year back and am so fortunate to have been able to spend it the way I have. (Thanks, D.L.)
Puppy has 6 teeth, now. The first two came in December when he was 9 months old, four came in one week this March just after he turned ONE YEAR OLD. (I have to write it like that because, you know, I just can't believe it!). And, yes, those 4 came in in one week. He's been walking since he was 9 months old (see why I've been slacking?). He babbles all the time & one day soon I swear he's going to say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Go ahead, say it fast three times!
(Side note here, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious was in the spell check here @ blogger. That makes them super cool!)
I've recently started a new job and am very excited about it. Don't get me wrong, I'm really excited about it! I liked my other job until they laid me off & gave me the opportunity of a lifetime (see above paragraph 1). Ok, I liked my other job then, too, but when this opportunity came along I couldn't pass it up. It really is a great opportunity and I've wanted this opportunity for a while. PLUS they have flexible hours, are open evenings & weekends so I can get my hours in then & still keep some daytime/baby daddy's at work time with the little monster. Which equals less daycare. Hopefully.
Baby Daddy & I want to minimize daycare & we'll be able to do this with my new job. Again, don't get me wrong...Lot's of folks work full time & have their children in daycare full time etc. & that's all good. It's just that BD & I wanted me to be able to be a stay-at-home Mom. But BD can't support us all on his salary so until he can this will have to do.
So I'm starting this new job with a mix of excitement & melancholy. I'm sad to leave my old job, they really are like family after 7 1/2 years & I will miss my coworkers a lot. I'll miss the fun & laughter, the inside jokes & remembrances of times past. I'm a sentimental one & am fiercely loyal so it's always hard for me to switch loyalties.
Then I go to my new place of employment for a day & I get so excited I can't stand it. I want to go into work to work, not just to visit, I want to go in & see what new & exciting things I will learn & be a part of. The new employer is very "up" on technology so I learn something new in that aspect every half hour just about. Everything is linked & accessible from any computer on the network plus on blackberries. They have software that makes time soooo much more efficient & makes it soooo much easier to do the job. Plus they have location, location, location! They are doing so many things I wanted to do at my old employer but never had the opportunity for various reasons. The old employer was spread a little thinner, they didn't just do kitchens so money had to go further.
I'm so excited, but so sad. Change is good but it does bring the emotions up. I'm going to miss my old crew, I hope they don't forget me.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Seven Months
I didn't get a six months letter written to puppy but I have gotten a seven month letter written. Here goes...
Oh Puppy,
Tomorrow will be your seven month birthday and I can't imagine life without you. I am so fortunate to have you in my life, you bring me so much joy!
The past seven months have been such big months for you, Daddy & I. Daddy & I have struggled to learn how to care for a helpless creature from our loins, we've had to abruptly and happily adjust our lives to fold around yours, to protect you and support you. You, my son, have had to adjust to life outside of my womb, you are learning things every day - Every Day! You've had to learn how to eat and sleep, you are learning about heat and cold, how fascinated you are by the wind, watching leaves as they sway in a breeze! Just two nights ago you were crawling, really crawling on your hands and knees. You were so intent to reach Dante, the cat, your tongue was sticking out and the look on your face was focused but so, so pleased that, yes, now you could move!
You are an international traveler already. We had to get you a passport so when you were around two months old we took you to the office. We waited two hours and you were hungry by the time we were next in line. As a result, you are crying in the picture on your passport. Your first passport is good for five years. You will be identified by this two month old, crying picture for five years.
In September we took you to meet your very large Costa Rican family. There was so much love for you there, the leaving was very difficult. We were all very sad to go, even Juanho was triste.
I am so going to miss nursing you when you eat solid foods exclusively. I never imagined I would get such fulfillment from feeding you from my breast. I will cherish these memories forever, you nursing, me holding you close to my body, feeling your little hands scratching and pulling at me.
I look forward to speding every minute I can with you. I am so very excited to watch and support you as you grow into the fine, upstanding and sensitive man I know you will become.
Happy Birthday, Puppy, know that I love you so very much and that I want all the happiness of the world for you.
With all the love you can ever imagine,
Mommy
Oh Puppy,
Tomorrow will be your seven month birthday and I can't imagine life without you. I am so fortunate to have you in my life, you bring me so much joy!
The past seven months have been such big months for you, Daddy & I. Daddy & I have struggled to learn how to care for a helpless creature from our loins, we've had to abruptly and happily adjust our lives to fold around yours, to protect you and support you. You, my son, have had to adjust to life outside of my womb, you are learning things every day - Every Day! You've had to learn how to eat and sleep, you are learning about heat and cold, how fascinated you are by the wind, watching leaves as they sway in a breeze! Just two nights ago you were crawling, really crawling on your hands and knees. You were so intent to reach Dante, the cat, your tongue was sticking out and the look on your face was focused but so, so pleased that, yes, now you could move!
You are an international traveler already. We had to get you a passport so when you were around two months old we took you to the office. We waited two hours and you were hungry by the time we were next in line. As a result, you are crying in the picture on your passport. Your first passport is good for five years. You will be identified by this two month old, crying picture for five years.
In September we took you to meet your very large Costa Rican family. There was so much love for you there, the leaving was very difficult. We were all very sad to go, even Juanho was triste.
I am so going to miss nursing you when you eat solid foods exclusively. I never imagined I would get such fulfillment from feeding you from my breast. I will cherish these memories forever, you nursing, me holding you close to my body, feeling your little hands scratching and pulling at me.
I look forward to speding every minute I can with you. I am so very excited to watch and support you as you grow into the fine, upstanding and sensitive man I know you will become.
Happy Birthday, Puppy, know that I love you so very much and that I want all the happiness of the world for you.
With all the love you can ever imagine,
Mommy
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Stitch & Sew
The handmade burp cloths I wrote about in my previous post have made me want to sew again. I signed up for a course at the local community college which has totally awakened the demon within! I have since made several burp cloths, have fabric for more, made a small quilt from a kit, made a table runner in class & we are making pajama bottoms in class.
I forgot how satisfying making something from scratch can be. Memories of my mother, staying up all night to complete a project run through my mind. I feel more connected to her, my seamstress mother. I am also really enjoying myself, immensely.
I forgot how satisfying making something from scratch can be. Memories of my mother, staying up all night to complete a project run through my mind. I feel more connected to her, my seamstress mother. I am also really enjoying myself, immensely.
Friday, September 25, 2009
9.24.09
Eeek! I got my period again! Fourteen months later, cramps, greasy skin, tears & everything!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Johnny go Ska!
At the festival, not understanding the language,I look around & watch. As I'm checking out the
people & surrounds I see this notice.This drew my attention instantly & while I was nursing
puppy I was able to read it & remember.
Ska! Latin Ska!
There was a time in my life when I would have done a lot just to see this show Just for the novelty of seeing a ska show in another country.
Quite a few times my friends & I would drive
from Atlanta to New Orleans, Athens or Augusta
to see a show, then drive back to see the same show in Atlanta. How we did it, I don't know. The drive to New Orleans was 9 hours, then we'd
watch the show, party all night, pass out & then awaken, drive back to Atlanta to do it all again.
Alas, there wasn't a date on the flyer & it did look a tad old. I didn't get to see the show but it's better this way. A ska show is no place for a 41 year old lactating Mommy.
people & surrounds I see this notice.This drew my attention instantly & while I was nursing
puppy I was able to read it & remember.
Ska! Latin Ska!
There was a time in my life when I would have done a lot just to see this show Just for the novelty of seeing a ska show in another country.
Quite a few times my friends & I would drive
from Atlanta to New Orleans, Athens or Augusta
to see a show, then drive back to see the same show in Atlanta. How we did it, I don't know. The drive to New Orleans was 9 hours, then we'd
watch the show, party all night, pass out & then awaken, drive back to Atlanta to do it all again.
Alas, there wasn't a date on the flyer & it did look a tad old. I didn't get to see the show but it's better this way. A ska show is no place for a 41 year old lactating Mommy.
Rockers
I've always been the one on the outside looking in. It fascinates me to watch people in a crowd.
Recently, on a trip out of the country I was at a celebration - Heaven for a people watcher like me!
There were a lot of typical looking people
around but the ones that fascinated me the most were on the fringes. Go figure. I'm sure this doesn't surprise some of my friends.
There were many different groups of young
men, basketball players, motorcycle riders, etc. Then there was the group I'll call "Rockers".
It's so interesting how some styles cross international lines so completely. There's one guy
(on the right in the goofy position) in this photo that I swear lived in Atlanta when I did. He even has the low cut tank top on that I distinctly remember (why do they wear these shirts?). It's hard to tell in the pic, since I was trying to be slick, but the hair is the kicker. I remember in the lat 80's, early 90's seeing Rocker boys with this same exact hair style. The lame ponytail with the shiny, limp hair in front, hanging in his eyes. But really - everything is there - the big black (ill fitting) boots, blue jeans tucked in the boots, the low cut shirt(really, what is up with these shirts, anyway?) & the hair. He is the tops.
His friends have the rocker look, too - but not as severe. Look at the 70's long hair (fro?) stuck under the ballcap. That ballcap barely contains that fro! The jeans & cords, Dickies style work clothes & logo shirts are Rocker all the way.
If I were 18 or 19 again I'd be in Heaven, devil horns all the way! Rock on!
Recently, on a trip out of the country I was at a celebration - Heaven for a people watcher like me!
There were a lot of typical looking peoplearound but the ones that fascinated me the most were on the fringes. Go figure. I'm sure this doesn't surprise some of my friends.
There were many different groups of young
men, basketball players, motorcycle riders, etc. Then there was the group I'll call "Rockers".
It's so interesting how some styles cross international lines so completely. There's one guy
(on the right in the goofy position) in this photo that I swear lived in Atlanta when I did. He even has the low cut tank top on that I distinctly remember (why do they wear these shirts?). It's hard to tell in the pic, since I was trying to be slick, but the hair is the kicker. I remember in the lat 80's, early 90's seeing Rocker boys with this same exact hair style. The lame ponytail with the shiny, limp hair in front, hanging in his eyes. But really - everything is there - the big black (ill fitting) boots, blue jeans tucked in the boots, the low cut shirt(really, what is up with these shirts, anyway?) & the hair. He is the tops.
His friends have the rocker look, too - but not as severe. Look at the 70's long hair (fro?) stuck under the ballcap. That ballcap barely contains that fro! The jeans & cords, Dickies style work clothes & logo shirts are Rocker all the way.
If I were 18 or 19 again I'd be in Heaven, devil horns all the way! Rock on!
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