tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93956972012-01-04T11:15:07.473-07:00confessions of a mom who doesn't really know what she's doing...mamalicioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00317150731922902788noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9395697.post-67340130870690533912007-09-17T09:35:00.001-07:002007-09-17T09:35:48.996-07:00

bug and rosie Originally uploaded by mamalicious1 Cupcake will also be annoyed at my defense of Rosie, but hey, that's just who I am. I LOVE Rosie. And her new book CELEBRITY DETOX, comes out in early October. The news outlets have copies and have even had some psych people "analyze" the excerpts that they have obtained and there's just some crazy talk about my Rosie. People, don't you

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monkeypigPHTSHT1309_468x325 Originally uploaded by mamalicious1 This is how I feel today. Cupcake is the pigeon. I am the monkey.

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So here I sit, watching the Colts play. I'm in Indianapolis, so you'd think that was a good thing. But I miss Denver. Damn, I miss Denver. I love a good fan of whatever. For Hoosiers, I am proud. But I miss Denver. Damn.Despite my missing Denver, the J-O-B is going well. It's nice to be in charge...and that I am. It's also nice to feel like I'm making a dent in helping kids. I always felt like

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No, I'm not a designer. I've always wanted to be and I think I know what looks good most of the time, but I just can't put it all together. I'll leave that to others, I suppose.So bear with me as I endure our recent move and try to update this oh-so-meager looking blog 'o mine.We moved! Ellie and I are now back in the land of the Hoosiers. I always said that I'd only move home if the perfect job

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silly Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. Ellie is so silly and insists - each evening - that she put on a dress, a "scarf" (notice the dish towel around her neck) and glasses (my reading glasses, of course) so that she can DANCE, DANCE, DANCE. I've noticed that she has quite an interest in "interpretive" dance moves, sometimes even using a hoola-hoop to express her inner Chita Rivera.

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Lately it seems like I'm too busy for TV and that makes me sad. One of my biggest joys in life is to sit and waste time watching television. Single-parenthood has changed all of that. While having sold the house makes for more time to sit and do nothing, getting Ellie to school, going to work, picking her up, eating dinner, reading books, riding bikes, night-time routine allows for me to have

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abstract ellie Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. Ellie's teacher sent this to me. I love it - her arms amidst the purple paint craziness. The teacher said that she encouraged the kids to "dig into" the paint and Ellie's the only one who would do it!

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I know that I have experienced some major life turmoil and that I probably should focus on getting things in order since I moved over the weekend, but I can't stop worrying about Britney! Ever since she shaved her head, I've been worried sick. Okay, I've had a major crush on Britney since back in the day (I know, I know) and have always followed her career. Her time with K-Fed almost caused me to

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I have had a tough couple of weeks but today I feel better.I probably should have predicted that selling the house would have prompted me to feel the finality of the divorce, but I didn't see it coming. Combined with PMS and failure to refill my prescription for Paxil and I had a serious down-in-the-dumps couple of weeks, complete with weeping and wailing (but no gnashing of teeth). Sometimes I

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My Little Pony Rider Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. Went to the National Western Stock Show last week and discovered that I might just have a cowgirl on my hands. I'm not sure if that scares me or not. Ellie was mesmerized by the rodeo and kept shouting, "go, boy!" or "yee haw!" much to the dismay of the more seasoned rodeo-goers around us (this was MY first rodeo, too). After a

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I read once that it takes the average person 2 years (TWO years) to "recover" from divorce. I'm not even a year into it and I'm ready for recovery! Desperation about selling the house, heartache from the break-up, adjusting to being a single parent - it all came together last night and I had a full-on nuke-u-ar meltdown. It's a good thing Ellie was somewhere else when the volcano erupted because

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I saw the Cars when I was 16. I had no idea what to expect and my friend, "But," (Julie Butler - may she rest in peace) and I went to see our second favorite band on a cold, cold Indiana night. First choice would have been U2 but that was near impossible back in the day. When Ric Ocasek started the show with "Hello," I thought I might faint. I can still picture my seat in Market Square Arena (may

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I don't typically make resolutions. The New Year normally just comes with a return to school and start of a new semester. While it marks the end of my much-loved Christmas break, I usually look at the New Year with dismay. Not this year. 2007 is my year. 2006 was full of turmoil and anger. I learned more than I ever wanted to about heartache and change and baby, it's time to move forward. Mark my

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As most of you know, this has been a difficult year. My family broke up. Most of the people who know me would call it exactly what it is: a divorce. There are those, though, who wouldn't call it that because they still don't believe that a same sex relationship is valid. Ironically, my divorce experience strengthens my already-deep belief that families are families, no matter what they look like.

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E-bug was sick all weekend. Okay, so not just the weekend. It all started Thursday when I had a date. The Lion King tickets had been purchased months ago and I rarely get a night out these days, so we were really looking forward to the evening. I'd arranged for our pediatrician-friend/neighbor to watch Ellie for a few hours - until Courtney got home to take over. I made the comment, "what better

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It's been eight months since my last blog. Please forgive me!

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My life is pure drama right now. Several people have inquired about my online whereabouts and honestly, I have no valid answer other than to say that I've kind of been hunkering down and trying to figure out "life." That's all. Other than that, we're healthy. The kids are growing, the grass in getting greener and I'm counting down the days until summer vacation (like all good teachers). I'll be

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poor boo boo Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. Ellie has a black eye and a stuffy nose. Damn restaurant chair fell right on her head - it happened so fast. I grabbed her and hustled out to the gum machine to distract her and some lady followed me out yelling, "DID YOU SEE HER EYE???" Of course I saw her eye. I guess it's good that people care but I was doing enough freaking out on my

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"I can't reach it." "I love you too baby mama.""Cagney, leave Ellie alone."Just a sampling of my genius-child's repertoire of sentences. We had such a wonderful evening, just me and the bug (Courtney working, Matthew at dad's). We made Ramen noodles ("oonles"), we watched the Olympics ("the jumpers"), we played with Polly Pockets, we read sticker books, we did laundry (Ellie LOVES putting the

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Homework Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. There's nothing better than working in the kitchen while the kids hang out. Matthew usually does his homework while I could dinner - looks like Ellie will join in on this part of the daily routine. I love it.Routine makes me happy. I love the predictable and I love the comfort that comes from doing familiar things. I know that whatever else

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If Ellie has an "owie" and I ask her about it, she usually says, "better now." That's how I feel today. Better now.The weekend was good, although there's not much worth noting. I struggle with leaving Ellie - we had a babysitter on Saturday night and it was like pulling teeth for me to leave the house. I'm not sure why - sometimes I think I'm being "overboard-mama," while sometimes I think I

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Sometimes I feel like I'm losing parts of my brain. I forget things, I feel exhausted, I lose patience and sometimes I just can't feel very connected with the people I'm closest to. Is it old age (relatively speaking, of course)? Is it raising a toddler? Is it just having too much to juggle? Is it just that my brain is full?TGIF

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stole this from dooce.Four jobs I've had:1. strawberry picker in the hot, humid, Fisher's Strawberry Farm. I carted my little stool around (squatting sucks) and put all the green ones in the bottom, red ones on top.2. receptionist/gopher at the Indiana Guaranty Fund ("Guaranteed Fun...may I help you?)3. landscaper at Grandma's ("dad, I cut the line on the trimmer...again")4. rock/pinecone

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For the past 24 hours, I've had a headache and a bit of vertigo. It all started on my birthday. Here's the stupid story:I went out to the driveway to chop up some of the last bits of ice (our driveway faces north). I was using a regular shovel (not a snow shovel) and was just kind of jamming the shovel into the ice and then scooting it away. WELL, I jammed it down once and suddenly had a headache

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I'm trying to muster up some excitement about my birthday, but honestly, it ain't no big thing. I'm 38 today. There are days when I feel so goofy I'd guess I'm 25...and there are days when I feel so tired that you'd think I was 50. Most of the time I'm very happy where I am...I embrace the coming years and look forward to them, even. I never really thought I'd feel that way. I had that "grass is

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chunk Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. Yesterday a very rude person mistakenly sent me an email that referred to my child as "chunky." For more info, see post below. This is the picture that prompted the chunky comment. I showed it to my students today (after giving them the oh-so-important lesson on email etiquette) and they decided that while the message wasn't so nice, my child is,

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Today's lesson: make sure you pay attention to the address line when you're trying to FORWARD an email to someone. Disaster can result if you hit REPLY instead. Example (long-story warning):We have these friends who travelled with us last summer. I find one of the couple to be extremely enjoyable and even wonderful to be with. The other is a pain in my ass. Most of that has to do with the fact

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1. my family (duh)2. my job3. New York City4. rainy days (it never rains in Colorado so I appreciate when it does)5. standing on a snow-covered mountain, just off the lift6. that crazy-blue sky that is only in Colorado7. iTunes8. evenings at home9. chatting with neighbors10. airports11. dark chocolate (the darker the better)12. coffee13. the Backyardigans14. March Madness15. Indiana in the Fall16

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I have always told myself that I wouldn't be "over-bearing" mom. I've promised myself and others that I'd let Ellie explore her interests and if she wants to be a six-foot ballerina, so be it. Saturday was a rude awakening.We went to a birthday party at "Monkey Bizness," one of those bounce house, e.coli-filled play-places. This was Ellie's first "official" birthday party not in someone's home,

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Dad in Kayak Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. This is my dad in his new kayak (he's the one in front). He's extremely proud of it. My mom and dad have a new, "second" home in Florida now and the only problem with it has been that my dad doesn't quite know what to do with his time. The kayak has been a perfect solution. My sister had a nightmare recently that my dad was in the canal

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hat1 Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. I'd never been to the stock show and, until I had a child, had no interest in going. This lavender hat was worth every bit of effort it took for us to go and - don't tell anyone - we had a blast. I had to ignore the women chewing tobacco and some of the stinkier animal-butt smells (kind of like going to the Indiana State Fair) but we had so much

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Today I'm a little cranky (call it a terrible headache last night and a toddler hollering for me at the butt crack of dawn), so I'm posting something cranky.Things I hate:putting away folded laundry;when i notice that there's no tp in the bathroom only after i've tinkled;people who don't share;cilantro;having to wake Ellie up to take her to school;when Matthew sings really loud with his iPod (all

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For my birthday, Courtney bought me a snowboarding lesson. We went up Saturday with friends and I took a lesson while Court went skiing with our friends (who snowboard). I was very nervous. I'm not crazy about skiing because I did it for the first time at age 30 and it never made sense to me. For someone who is normally very coordinated, skiing made me feel like an idiot. So I've always wanted to

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A friend and fellow blogger posted her son’s birth story here, and it made me want to write (for the tenth or so time) my daughter’s birth story. Every mother says it’s the most amazing moment in her life and I’m no different. Ellie’s birth was the most special thing I have ever experienced.I was scheduled for an induction so was directed to report to the hospital the night before. Before heading

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My mom used to sing to me and I LOVED it. In fact, I thought she had the most beautiful, angelic voice...as an adult, I understand that I was just a mama's girl. My mom could have sung horrendous words completely off-key and I still would have loved it. Not so with Ellie.This morning she was a crank-monster (I hate waking her up to take her to school and this was one of those mornings). To ease

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We had such a good day. Ellie had returned to school, had a great time with her pal...we picked Matthew up from the bus (one of her favorite activities), Courtney got home in time for dinner. Lots of laughter, playing, being silly. A very happy time for all. We were even shooting hoop from upstairs (down to the first floor) and Courtney didn't yell at us. It came time for Ellie to go to bed and

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hiphop Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. Ellie loves her brother's clothes. Today's ensemble was especially cute.

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I haven't taken the time to write. That's all it is. I haven't taken the time to do shit this vacation. That's all it is. Oh, except play with the kids.Let's see - the holidays have been fun, although we could have done without the trip to Indiana. I think next year we'll stay at home. I love my family and miss them always, but traveling is hard and sometimes it's just better to sleep in your own

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I've been a teacher for thirteen years, so I've had my fair share of weird moments. I'm not real proud of some of them...Once I tripped while walking in front of my class. I did my best Pee Wee Herman imitation and yelled, "I MEANT TO DO THAT!" Twice I fell off a stool in front of my class. Banged up my tail bone pretty badly but handled it with incredible grace. Ha.Years ago, with a class full

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I do have some obsessive compulsive tendencies but most of the time they are controlled by a nice little dose of happy pill that I take every morning. However, I've become obsessed with music downloads. I've always loved music but once I got an iPod, I found just the thing that can pacify my insomnia. Geez. I can't get enough. And damn iTunes just sends me down 100 roads to more and better stuff

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TEN random things you might not know about me1. I hate being cold.2. I could watch TV nonstop for 24 hours (or more)3. Tootsie Rolls are one of my favorite foods4. I almost never go barefoot (I love socks)5. I read Sports Illustrated, cover to cover6. I love airports7. I published a chapter in a college communications textbook8. I played the cello for nine years9. I know all of the states in

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causeitscute Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. I love this picture - not sure why. Ran across it earlier today and decided to post it. Photos are more fun than anything I'd have to write today anyway.

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One thing I didn't know when I moved here is that it gets windy...damn windy. And wind freaks me out. I'm from Indiana and when things get crazy, I head for the basement (tornado country was good training grounds). This morning we have what has been termed "hurricane force winds" in the foothills. What?I couldn't figure out how to get Ellie from the car to the building so I threw my coat over her

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We are R Family Groupies. We love the vacations we've taken with R Family Vacations...that's no secret. On the 2004 cruise, an HBO documentary was filmed about families on the trip. Courtney got some air time with an interview on deck as the ship passed by the Statue of Liberty, Matthew at her side, Ellie on her lap. Even Rosie told her it was a very moving scene. I was at the bar - go figure.

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I didn't do a Thanksgiving post on Thanksgiving because I wasn't feeling particularly thankful. Call it an energetic and exhausting toddler, an argument over discipline with my partner...or just plain PMS. Thanksgiving wasn't the best day for me. Now that I'm feeling better, here's what I'm thankful for (in no particular order):1. an energetic and exhausting toddler2. a wonderful partner who

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car Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. This is my photo Sunday contribution, even though it's really Monday!

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Love the outfit Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. I still wonder how in the world I got a daughter that is such a girlie girl! My mom says that ultimate justice is being done because my baby is the complete opposite of her mother. I love it, though...every bit. Never imagined how much fun it would be...

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1. snow (it's snowing HARD right now)2. my daughter's smile when she first wakes up3. chocolate chip cookies4. dark chocolate truffles from Harry and David5. a good book6. a good movie7. grande double nonfat cappucino from Starbucks8. stupid drama-filled TV movies9. showtunes10. Go Dog Go! (I have a newfound love for this book)11. soy nuts12. remote control13. getting the mail14. going out to

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Grandma Brown died late Saturday night. I arrived in Indianapolis just in time to see her before she closed her eyes for the last time. It was worth every penny and every amount of effort to be with her for those few minutes to say good-bye.Grandma loved us all as unconditionally as anyone I've ever known. She weathered our storms and still made us cookies and gave hugs whenever we needed either.

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Today I learned that a blogging friend's daughter has passed away. I can't imagine the pain that one experiences with the loss of a child. Jo Jo has always exhibited an amazing strength, compassion and dedication that I hope some day I can possess, too. Her daughter Kristin had just the right mom to care and love for her like no one else could. Say a special prayer for them today and in the

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newjammies Originally uploaded by mamalicious1. My good friend and co-worker, Linda, made Ellie some jammies that match those of her doll. Ellie couldn't be happier (as you can see).Our beautiful, sweet girl turns two on Saturday. I can't always grasp the wonder and magic she's brought to our lives. I don't even remember what life was like before she was here...

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I met Courtney shortly after I moved to Colorado. Before I left Indiana, I saw a psychic, just for fun. She said I would meet someone named Terry, who would facilitate my meeting "my destiny." No joke. I thought it was silly. Until I met Terry.When I moved here, I was running all the time and was sore most days, so I started getting massages on a regular basis. A friend referred me to a massage

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my daugher, that is. There's a lot about childbirth that they just don't tell you. Contractions seemed nothing like those bendover-scream-in-pain things you see on TV. At least they weren't for me. I had a miserable pregnancy...22 weeks of morning sickness (the pull over and puke out of the car kind), I had high blood pressure, SHINGLES. And then I fell down and we thought she was so mad, she'd

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