Some Life

Posted on February 13, 2007 by The Daring One

refugeeThings have been a little strange around our house lately. I refuse to buy bread but I can’t remember how to make it. There is a pink balloon floating around my kitchen, which I think may be partially to blame.

I just cut Magoo’s hair for the first time and although he looks very much like a POW, I still love him madly.

After 2 weeks of flaming acid poo, we now hose him off instead of using wipes. It’s cool because I think he’s becoming so much like me. I am fairly confident that I would also shower if I ever soiled myself. Continue reading →

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Tip Tuesday — Faeries (A Contest)

Posted on February 13, 2007 by The Daring One

Laylee’s birthday party is coming up soon, really soon. Like, how soon? Is it today mom? Is it lasterday? Does it touch today? When is it? Very very soon.

For some reason she only wants to invite people who are at least a year older than she is, she wants the party to be about faeries and beyond that she doesn’t much care. This is good because although I care deeply about 4-year-old faerie birthday parties, I care more about saving money to replace my roof. Continue reading →

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More on Homeschooling

Posted on February 9, 2007 by The Daring One

I’m continuing the homeschooling discussion over at parenting.com and I’m wondering, “Do moms’ heads every explode from all the decisions they have to make about their child’s well-being?”

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It Still Kills

Posted on February 8, 2007 by The Daring One

Last week I ran out of deodorant. Yes sir, I did and I wore Dan’s for 3 days and I totally smelled like a dude. Three years ago I bought a billion sticks of my beloved Dove anti-perspi/deo and I assumed it would always be there. Suddenly last week, it was gone. I’d blown the whole wad and not even realized it was dwindling.

So after 3 days of wondering why Dan hadn’t left for work yet, I headed to the grocery establishment. One certain flavor of Dove was on clearance for “immediate sale” so I stocked up. There is a reason it was marked for immediate sale Continue reading →

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You’re the One that I Want

Posted on February 7, 2007 by The Daring One

Today I was driving past a construction site, listening to “Mick” Hammer sing Can’t Touch This on the radio (no relation to Mick Jagger). One of the workers, a portly older gentleman in a khaki Carhartt jumpsuit and white hardhat crossed the road in front of my car and sped up a little to get out of my way.

His fingers were spread wide apart and the bounce in his step matched the beat of the music. He looked like he was doing jazz hands in some sort of blue collar early nineties rap musical. I wonder if he knew he’d just been cast.

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What Shall We Do?

Posted on February 6, 2007 by The Daring One

I cannot get that song out of my head.

What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Early in the morning.

It was dorky enough to be singing folk songs in unison with perfect diction, wearing white tuxedo shirts and bow ties. Did the choir director really need to insist that they pronounce it “er-LIE in the mor-ning?” That was 18 years ago and it still lingers in my brain.

Well, ear-lie yesterday morning, Magoo woke up with the mangy raging vomit. Things appear to have died down but we’re staying home until we’re sure no one’s contagious. The worst part of a barf-o-rama are the hours after the eruption, the hours when he thinks he’s fine and he’s hungry and why are you not feeding him cottage cheese on a slice of lemon because as he said previously, HE’S HUNGRY, you miserable torturous mutha! He will tell you exactly where to shove the crackers and soda you have the nerve to offer him. You may not understand his directions, but he will certainly tell you.

And then he cries and you comfort him and he pushes you away because he thinks you’re making a mockery of his pain.

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