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Thursday, August 21, 2003
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 like my name, but if I were to change it I would choose either Hannah or Gabrielle. Maybe Shannon.
2. What is one place you've always wanted to visit but haven't yet?
Scotland. Kilts...yum.
3. What were you like as a kid?
From my memories, I was rather talkative and curious. I was one of five kids and was vying for atttention, which I got from my grandma. I was always very comfortable with adults, probably because of that.
4. If you had an entire day without your kids and your house was clean, what would you do with the time?
If I were to stay home, I would read a book, maybe write a little, and crochet while watching a chic flick late at night with a bottle of wine at my side. If I went out for the day, I would scavenge thirft stores and goodwills for hours. I would then buy a good book and drink inordinate amounts of caffeine via coffee-like drinks. *sigh*
5. What is the best thing about having all boys? The worst?
I really like not having to worry about their hair. They all have very short haircuts ala the 1950's. I also like being the princess around here. The worst thing about having all boys, is that I may never have the opportunity to experience a mother-daughter bond. I may never explain the birds and bees to a daughter, or brush her hair and dry her tears after her first heartbreak. I may never shop for a wedding dress, run my hand over my daughter's belly, ripe with child, or answer her middle of the night questions about the baby. I am afraid my son's will marry women that won't allow me these luxeries. That is the worst part of it all.
I have questions, anyone out there have answers?
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 like my name, but if I were to change it I would choose either Hannah or Gabrielle. Maybe Shannon.
2. What is one place you've always wanted to visit but haven't yet?
Scotland. Kilts...yum.
3. What were you like as a kid?
From my memories, I was rather talkative and curious. I was one of five kids and was vying for atttention, which I got from my grandma. I was always very comfortable with adults, probably because of that.
4. If you had an entire day without your kids and your house was clean, what would you do with the time?
If I were to stay home, I would read a book, maybe write a little, and crochet while watching a chic flick late at night with a bottle of wine at my side. If I went out for the day, I would scavenge thirft stores and goodwills for hours. I would then buy a good book and drink inordinate amounts of caffeine via coffee-like drinks. *sigh*
5. What is the best thing about having all boys? The worst?
I really like not having to worry about their hair. They all have very short haircuts ala the 1950's. I also like being the princess around here. The worst thing about having all boys, is that I may never have the opportunity to experience a mother-daughter bond. I may never explain the birds and bees to a daughter, or brush her hair and dry her tears after her first heartbreak. I may never shop for a wedding dress, run my hand over my daughter's belly, ripe with child, or answer her middle of the night questions about the baby. I am afraid my son's will marry women that won't allow me these luxeries. That is the worst part of it all.
I have questions, anyone out there have answers?
Thursday, August 07, 2003
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 composes glorified Dear Diary entries to herself, and anyone who may google 'thong underwear', and yet I still stand behind this statement.
Our playgroup has been around for a couple of years, has seen members come and go, and has continued throughout with a several core members. This particular person, who will now be known as H., became a core member, and rarely missed a single playgroup. That was about all that she didn't miss. Unless it was imperative to H., she would completely blow it off. She recently had a baby, and I really think she believes that her baby only nurses to inconvenience H., not for actual nourishment. H. acts so put out when she has to care for her baby. However, this is neither here nor there....
The rest of the core members decided that in light of our children getting older, the school year beginning soon(hs and ps), the debut of Corrie's store, Tamara moving, and the tolerance for H. wearing very thin, the playgroup had served it's purpose and would be retired. Of course for the benefit of H., we left out the last reason when we announced it at the last playgroup. It was slowly brought up, thoroughly discussed, made very clear that the playgroup would cease to exist. She expressed some sadness at the prospect of her older dd not having regular playmates anymore, but all in all, it went really well. After she left, we all commented on how pleased we were with her reaction to the news.
Sunday afternoon my answering machine is beeping when we returned home from church. It was H. Odd, I thought, she never calls me just to chat. So, I take the bait and call her back. Aha, she wants to know where playgroup will be Monday. Huh? Were you not at the last one where it was announced that everyone else had to pull out of playgroup for various reasons, and that it was being retired? Of course she was there, she just wasn't paying any attention to what we were actually saying. Never one to disappoint, she once again proved just how obtuse she really is. Again, I explained it to her...playgroup is no longer. I think she understands now. I think.
Note to Self: Give someone enough rope, and they may just hang themself.
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 composes glorified Dear Diary entries to herself, and anyone who may google 'thong underwear', and yet I still stand behind this statement.
Our playgroup has been around for a couple of years, has seen members come and go, and has continued throughout with a several core members. This particular person, who will now be known as H., became a core member, and rarely missed a single playgroup. That was about all that she didn't miss. Unless it was imperative to H., she would completely blow it off. She recently had a baby, and I really think she believes that her baby only nurses to inconvenience H., not for actual nourishment. H. acts so put out when she has to care for her baby. However, this is neither here nor there....
The rest of the core members decided that in light of our children getting older, the school year beginning soon(hs and ps), the debut of Corrie's store, Tamara moving, and the tolerance for H. wearing very thin, the playgroup had served it's purpose and would be retired. Of course for the benefit of H., we left out the last reason when we announced it at the last playgroup. It was slowly brought up, thoroughly discussed, made very clear that the playgroup would cease to exist. She expressed some sadness at the prospect of her older dd not having regular playmates anymore, but all in all, it went really well. After she left, we all commented on how pleased we were with her reaction to the news.
Sunday afternoon my answering machine is beeping when we returned home from church. It was H. Odd, I thought, she never calls me just to chat. So, I take the bait and call her back. Aha, she wants to know where playgroup will be Monday. Huh? Were you not at the last one where it was announced that everyone else had to pull out of playgroup for various reasons, and that it was being retired? Of course she was there, she just wasn't paying any attention to what we were actually saying. Never one to disappoint, she once again proved just how obtuse she really is. Again, I explained it to her...playgroup is no longer. I think she understands now. I think.
Note to Self: Give someone enough rope, and they may just hang themself.
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 composes glorified Dear Diary entries to herself, and anyone who may google 'thong underwear'. And yet I still stand behind my statement.
Our playgroup has been around for a couple of years, has seen members come and go, and has continued throughout with a few core members. This particular person, who will now be known as H., became a core member, and rarely missed a single playgroup. That was about all that she didn't miss. Unless it was imperative to H., she would completely blow it off. She recently had a baby, and I really think she believes that her baby only nurses to inconvenience H., not for actual nourishment. H. acts so put out when she has to care for her baby. However, this is neither her nor there....
The rest of the core member decided that in light of our children getting older, the schoolyear begining soon(hs and ps), the debut of Corrie's store, Tamara moving, and the tolerance for H. wearing very thin, he playgroup had served it's purpose and would be retired. Of course for the benefit of H., we left out the last reason when we announced it at the last playgroup. It was slowly brought up, thoroughly discussed, made very clear that the playgroup would cease to exist. She expressed some sadness at the prospect of her older dd not having the regular playmates anymore, but all in all, it went really well. After she left, we all commented on how pleased we were with her reaction to the news.
Sunday afternoon my answering machine is beeping when we returned home from church. It was H. Odd, she never calls me just to chat. So, I take the bait and call her back. Aha, she wants to know where playgroup will be Monday. Huh? Were you not at the last one where it was announced that everyone else had to pull out of playgroup for various reasons, and that it was being retired? Of course she was there, she just wasn't paying any attention to what we were actually saying. Never one to disappoint, she once again proved just how obtuse she really is. Again, I explained it to her...playgroup is no longer. I think she understands now. I think.
Note to Self: Give someone enough rope, and they may just hang themself.
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 composes glorified Dear Diary entries to herself, and anyone who may google 'thong underwear'. And yet I still stand behind my statement.
Our playgroup has been around for a couple of years, has seen members come and go, and has continued throughout with a few core members. This particular person, who will now be known as H., became a core member, and rarely missed a single playgroup. That was about all that she didn't miss. Unless it was imperative to H., she would completely blow it off. She recently had a baby, and I really think she believes that her baby only nurses to inconvenience H., not for actual nourishment. H. acts so put out when she has to care for her baby. However, this is neither her nor there....
The rest of the core member decided that in light of our children getting older, the schoolyear begining soon(hs and ps), the debut of Corrie's store, Tamara moving, and the tolerance for H. wearing very thin, he playgroup had served it's purpose and would be retired. Of course for the benefit of H., we left out the last reason when we announced it at the last playgroup. It was slowly brought up, thoroughly discussed, made very clear that the playgroup would cease to exist. She expressed some sadness at the prospect of her older dd not having the regular playmates anymore, but all in all, it went really well. After she left, we all commented on how pleased we were with her reaction to the news.
Sunday afternoon my answering machine is beeping when we returned home from church. It was H. Odd, she never calls me just to chat. So, I take the bait and call her back. Aha, she wants to know where playgroup will be Monday. Huh? Were you not at the last one where it was announced that everyone else had to pull out of playgroup for various reasons, and that it was being retired? Of course she was there, she just wasn't paying any attention to what we were actually saying. Never one to disappoint, she once again proved just how obtuse she really is. Again, I explained it to her...playgroup is no longer. I think she understands now. I think.
Note to Self: Give someone enough rope, and they may just hang themself.
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
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 DH lost over two years ago. Yes, I still look for it. Or a pair of size 3T Levi jeans of Kollin's, that I know are somewhere in this house. He will be seven in two weeks, and it still pops in to my mind more often than I could be forced to admit.
Most recent victim: Kollin's Spiderman sunglasses.
Last seen: In the very back seat of the 99 minivan, following a return trip July fourth weekend.
Clues to current whereabouts: They made the return trip safely tucked away in my purse, later transferred to the cupholder doohickey in the very back seat. Driver side. Unsure of exact date of misplacement. Definitely seen occupying the above said location 7 July 2003.
Suspects: One little brother, Kaden. Owner of sunglasses, Kollin. Placer of all luggage upon returning home, Daddy.
Motive: None known.
Value: my sanity
Possible locations of abandonment: Under the very back seat-cleared; between the seat and van wall-cleared; under/behind carseats-cleared; in playroom-cleared; in the craft drawer aka catcher of all valuble to a near seven year old items-cleared; every nook, cranny, and hobbit hole within searching distance-cleared...almost
HELP! I am obsessed with finding these $4.84 sunglasses. No, my child is not terribly upset over their loss(a motive possibly...hmmm), but I am. No particular attatchment to them or anything, I just can't stand them being here, but not. Yes, I know, this is so not normal.
Note to self: Look everywhere...again.
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 DH lost over two years ago. Yes, I still look for it. Or a pair of size 3T Levi jeans of Kollin's, that I know are somewhere in this house. He will be seven in two weeks, and it still pops in to my mind more often than I could be forced to admit.
Most recent victim: Kollin's Spiderman sunglasses.
Last seen: In the very back seat of the 99 minivan, following a return trip July fourth weekend.
Clues to current whereabouts: They made the return trip safely tucked away in my purse, later transferred to the cupholder doohickey in the very back seat. Driver side. Unsure of exact date of misplacement. Definitely seen occupying the above said location 7 July 2003.
Suspects: One little brother, Kaden. Owner of sunglasses, Kollin. Placer of all luggage upon returning home, Daddy.
Motive: None known.
Value: my sanity
Possible locations of abandonment: Under the very back seat-cleared; between the seat and van wall-cleared; under/behind carseats-cleared; in playroom-cleared; in the craft drawer aka catcher of all valuble to a near seven year old items-cleared; every nook, cranny, and hobbit hole within searching distance-cleared...almost
HELP! I am obsessed with finding these $4.84 sunglasses. No, my child is not terribly upset over their loss(a motive possibly...hmmm), but I am. No particular attatchment to them or anything, I just can't stand them being here, but not. Yes, I know, this is so not normal.
Note to self: Look everywhere...again.