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This week the sales were measly…at best. Sadly, we are out of a lot of things. Poor planning, on my part, has left us sans our usual hearty stash of Juicy Juice and Madison has had to resort to soy milk and water to accompany her meals; honestly, that’s not a bad thing in my book. Last week, of course, Juicy Juice was BOGO at Publix, but I was too caught up in searching for my Dove’s Men’s Body Wash that I forgot the essentials. We’ll be munching on bread crumbs, and begging on the corner with a tin can, but hubby is going to be squeaky clean with an extra sporty scent.

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Ever wonder why the late-70′s one-hit-wonder band, Chic, kept repeating that chorus over and over…and over again? Sure, they were talking about a crazy herky-jerky dance move, but if you’re a parent and you’ve emotionally freaked…yes, it’s pretty much the same. Minus the bass guitar and backup singers of course.

Read more on Freak Out……

There’s an alien in my belly that wants to come out.
She’s learning human ways and I’m always thinking about
the wave, the hustle… ’cause she’s learning how to “jitter”.
If she had bluetooth and an iPhone, she’d even learn to Twitter.

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It’s eight days past the New Year. Ok, seven to be precise, but who’s counting? Did you make a New Year’s Resolution for 2010? I think I was going to but got sidetracked along the way. Apparently staying focused should be at the top of that list. The thing is, every year is like a new beginning. The Chinese have “the year of the rat” so I think this year, for me, should be “the year of sanity”. I don’t like rats. Of course, we’ll see. I almost lost my mind today…on the eighth…er, seventh day. Again, who’s counting?

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I am disturbed by poultry. You heard me…poultry. Ever since the pregnancy I can’t smell it, much less give it a glance…a pat…a poke… So, what was on sale at the store this week? Er…oven fryers. Oh yay! (Hear my sarcasm?)

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