Note to Self

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52432122011-04-22T01:14:30.503-04:00Note to Selfjessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01046313049122079075noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243212.post-1129776887113057132005-10-19T23:44:00.000-04:002005-10-20T00:00:55.630-04:00

Back in Black(and white)Ya know I had to use that title, because I am just that geeky. Well, well, well, fancy finding myself here after all of this time. I've spent the past year or so blogging incognito. I needed that space, that aninimity to work things out in my mind, with myself, with other people to get to where I am now. I closed that space today. I no longer needed it. It has been months

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What a Boob One would surmise, that with all my lactating experience, that I would not be stranger to finding myself at least somewhat identified by my breasts. After all, a breastfeeding mother is not much more than a giant nipple with hair and legs to her nursling for at least the first few months. And even then, the hair and legs may get nary a glance or notice. Lest we forget the

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Creature of Habit As I was sifting through the yet to be washed dishes in the dishwasher looking for a specific spoon it dawned on me that I may be a wee bit particular. Mind you, there was an entire drawer full of perfectly usable, clean spoons at my disposal not 5 feet away, but, alas, I had to have my spoon. After retreiving my spoon from the midst of the common spoons, I promptly washed

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Don't Shit Where you Sleep When trying to housebreak a puppy, many people employ the 'crate method'. The basic jist of this novel idea is that the puppy won't want to void itself where it sleeps. Sound and effective method, really. Even more intriguing than the pottying habits of puppies, is the phrase that has evolved from this particular process, "Don't Shit Where you Sleep." No mistaking

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Pull me, Tug me, Tear me Apart It's the most intense struggle. Both sides fighting fervently for their cause, unrelentlenting in their quest for dominence. Everything goes, nothing is sacred, there are no holds barred. A call for peace, a compromise, or even a surrender is impossible at this point. It's a fight-to-the-death, winner takes all battle. It rages inside of me. I feel like I am

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Business In The Front, Party in the Rear Oh My Gawd, what have I done? For all intents and purposes, I have a mullet. Yes, you read that correctly, a freakin' MULLET! You may wonder what the hell I was thinking. Yeah, me too. Truth be told, I was thinking that I could cut, more specifically, layer, my own hair. I have done this before, many a time even, but tonight something went

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Get a Grip, Man So it's been awhile since I've updated. Life around here is pretty much the same. Matt is still going to school five days a week, while working entirely too much. Kollin is really blossoming into a very fluent reader, and enjoying it to boot! Kaden is so verbal nowadays. He says some of the funniest phrases. The other day he put his hands on each side of my face, looked

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Long Time, No Write Geez, it has nearly been two months since I made an entry. Truth be told, I am not so sure about this blog thing. It seems like everything I want to write about, has some aspect to it that I do not want public. I am intensely private when it comes to my true self, and I have no interest in baring myself for the whole world wide web. That, and I am catty with a capital C.

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Testing 1,2,3 A little get-to-know-you quiz from Holly's blog. The premise is that Holly asked five questions of me, that I will answer here. Then, if you want to play, you leave me your email in my comments section(or email me at jessicaweiss1@cs.com), and I will ask you five questions that you will answer on your blog. 1. If you were to change your name, what would you choose? I really

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Come Again Trailing the heels of my compulsive-looker-for-lost-items confession, I just have to say...I am way more normal than at least a few people I know. That's scary. A member of my old playgroup wins the prize for the Absolutely Most Self Absorbed Person on the Planet. Yes, I see the irony in this statement. I do recognize that it is being stated by a person who sits down and

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Where's Waldo? Do you know what drives me absolutely batty? When I know the movie/song/book/phrase that I am thinking of, but the title of it completely eludes me. Or when I lose something, but know that it is in my house. Drives me absolutely freaking crazy, I tell you. I have been known to spend hours looking for lost items. Like many, many hours. I still can not find a wallet that my

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Now and Then This time of year is always a bit hard for me. At least is has been for the last six years. Friday is, or would have been, however you look at it, my brother's birthday. Zachary died almost six years ago, at the age of seventeen. That is way too young. I find myself dividing my life into segments, before Zach died(bzd), and after Zach died(azd). In the BZD era, life was good

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Remembering When..... Do you ever spend lazy summer days, watching your kids frolicking in the backyard, remembering when you would run barefoot through the yard chasing butterflies and bubbles? I did just that today. I sat outside on the deck with a tall iced tea nursing my babe, and watched my children form memories. Bubbles poured from the spout of our leaf blower bubble machine as

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Date Night Matt and I had a date Saturday night. Just the two of us...yes, you heard me, no kids. Let me preface this with the obligatory gushing of how much I love my boys, love spending time with them, and did I mention that we went out ALONE. Deb, my MIL, came over at 8:30 to mind the boys for us. The plan was that I would nurse Keaton down, order pizza for the older boys and let them

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Testing, 1, 2, 3 testing So can you see me? I think I got it figured out. We'll see I suppose. Lots of topics swirling through my head to blog about, but they will have to wait for another day. I have date tonight. Sans kids. Bliss, pure bliss I tell you. Before anyone gets their panties in a bunch, fretting over me leaving my exclusively nursed 9 month old for an evening, he will be

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Baby's got Back Alas, I have tunneled my way through the heaping mounds of laundry. I swear to Pete that we are edging closer and closer to being nudists, just to stave off the 15 loads of laundry a week that we generate. Not to mentiont the 6ish loads that still need to be done from my garage sale excursions this season. The sheer volume of clothing we have in this household is nasty crazy

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Long Time, No See I have just not been in the blogging mode lately. This is mainly a courtesy post to all of my loyal fans (Hi, Mom! :P )to let them know that I will not be blogging for another week or so. I just simply do not get much time on the net lately and am trying to catch up on all the household things too. How is it that 5 people create so much freaking laundry?! See y'all in a

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Wedded Bliss Yesterday was my grandaparents 50th wedding anniversary. They hosted a wonderful dinner for our whole family at a very nice restaurant in a nearby town. My Grandpa looked so handsome and regal dressed to the nines in his very best suit. My Grandma looked radiant and beautiful in her cream satin and lace dress. They looked so happy and proud! It was a lovely day. They requested

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Breaking into the 21st Century Well, I finally broke down and got a cellular telephone. Cell phone, for you techies out there. I hemmed and hawwed about getting one for the past couple of years now. On one hand I really thought it could be a great convenience. On the other hand, it could be a huge pain in the ass. The pain in my ass won out for the conveniene of being able to call my

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Mail Order Baby? Now, I have heard of mail order clothes, CDs, and, yes, even brides. But, never babies. In all fairness, it is not the baby that comes bubble wrapped and packed in liquid nitrogen, it is the sperm needed to create a baby. Wow, now that is one stop shopping. A lady that I know, and like, not that that has anything to do with it, has recently become pregnant using her mail

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Not again In the past month I have received not one, but two, speeding tickets. What is up with that, I never speed. Well, almost never. I don't know what has come over me lately. On both occasions I did not even know that I was speeding. We're not talking 4 miles over either. Granted, I was super excited because I was on my way to attend, for the very first time ever, a birth. I was

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Miracle on Second Street *cross-posted at yaaps On Monday night Corrie hosted a Tea at her house for everyone to talk one last time about the impending birth. Bee had just arrived the day before, and had yet to meet some of us. When I arrived, Corrie was looking better than she had in days. The slight swelling of her face was gone, she seemed to be full of energy, and was very in tune with her

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It's Baby Day....yesterday Yesterday, Corrie had her baby! I was blessed enough to be an invited guest in her home for the grand event. I have lots and lots I want to say about it all, but I will let Corrie post all the details first. The whole process just got me thinking about birth all over again. If I have ever been certain about anything in my life, I am certain about this, birthing

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Hip, hip, hooray! Thanks to Debbie aka DebC, I now have a neato blog. She added a weather pixie, changed some colors, added some links(which I will finish up when I get more than one hand to type with), and made it a much cooler place to be. Thanks Debbie! *smooch* Any of y'all reading, feel free to link to me....I'll probably be linking to you. :P No deep thoughts for today, my brain is

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I think I may have fixed my comments section. If you are reading this could you be so kind as to try to post a comment to any of my last three entries so I can test my handy work? The added bonus is that I know y'all are just dying to post your thoughts on it all. :P LinktoComments('MANUEL4') Comment

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Yesterday was my mom's 54th birthday. This had me reflecting on her life for the past 54 years. Sad to say, it has not been an easy road for her. You would never know it to meet her, but my mom has been though so much, and yet she is still so upbeat and giving. My mom was born as a first child to parents who would divorce a couple of years later. Her mother went on to marry a man who was

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Can you hear me now? Many a time, I have wondered why men and women communicate so differently. Being hardwired as polar opposites can be a blessing and a curse at the exact same moment. It never fails to amaze me, when I am let in on that foreign thought process, that it is so drastically different from my own. Not wrong, mind you, but different...in a good way. Sometimes. I almost feel as

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Tonight the boys, Matt and I were off to a potluck at Corrie's house this evening. This is a real treat to have Matt with us in the evening. He works second shift, usually 7 days a week, so the boys and I rarely get to have dinner with him. So we gather our prepared dishes and head off to the potluck, with one minor pitstop along the way. Matt needs to stop in at work and fix something real

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After months of pressure, I have finally caved, I'm blogging. Publically. I have been coerced and lured with promises that I will like this. That I'll like having myself exposed to the entire world wide web, for all to see. We'll see about that. The upside is that I get to ramble on and on, all the while, imagining that I am holding thousands, if not millions, captive with my witty self.

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