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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Thsdao Aapdils
What is with my cat and his need to be at my fingers ANY time I am at the computer? It is not enough for him to just sit near me, oh no. He has to actually place his face on my hands. I can't tell you how many lines of this blog I have already had to go back and fix because he is causing so many typos!
I wonf't edi gd thysss next linbrr so you can see wdha I mesan.
Okay, that last line said, "I won't edit this next line so you can see what I mean." That is how bad it is. I try throwing him down and he jumps right back up. It would really be annoying if he weren't so cute. When I have real work to do, I have to lock him up in my room so that my work time isn't doubled.
Usually the final straw for me is when he manages . . . with one single nudge . . . to highlight the entire passage and delete it. HOW DOES HE DO THAT???
I know he is hoping I'll take the hint: Less time with Claire and computer . . . more time with Coda. Poor thing. It must be tough to have to slide down rungs on the priority ladder.
I wonf't edi gd thysss next linbrr so you can see wdha I mesan. Okay, that last line said, "I won't edit this next line so you can see what I mean." That is how bad it is. I try throwing him down and he jumps right back up. It would really be annoying if he weren't so cute. When I have real work to do, I have to lock him up in my room so that my work time isn't doubled.
Usually the final straw for me is when he manages . . . with one single nudge . . . to highlight the entire passage and delete it. HOW DOES HE DO THAT???
I know he is hoping I'll take the hint: Less time with Claire and computer . . . more time with Coda. Poor thing. It must be tough to have to slide down rungs on the priority ladder.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Mommy's Twisted Sense of Humor
Claire, the Large-Handed Cook
Serious Growth Spurt!
Too much time on my hands this week? Probably.
Serious Growth Spurt!
Too much time on my hands this week? Probably.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Foot Maintenance
I envy Claire's little feet--so smooth, so soft. I remember when I had feet that amazing. Know when that was? Just before my first pedicure.
I received a gift certificate for a pedicure from a student as an end-of-the-year teacher's gift. Being a big fan of the foot rub, I excitedly took my gift certificate to the salon and prepared myself for some top-notch pampering. I wasn't disappointed. What a great experience!! I know some people can't stand to have other people touch their feet or any other body part for a massage, but I am not one of those people. I figure if you've got the hankering to massage, I've got the feet/legs/back/etc for ya . . . go to town!
After the wonder that was my first pedicure, I discovered a nasty little trick of the salons. Once you've had a pedicure, your feet are NEVER the same. Let me explain:
They take this little device that is a cross between a cheese slicer and a cheese grater and use it all over your feet to remove any dead or rough skin. (did I mention, I didn't have this problem before my pedicure?) Turns out? Using this utensil on feet has the same effect as using a razor on hairy legs. You know the whole, "shaved hair grows back thicker and darker"? Well, a cheese-grated heel grows back flakier and rougher. My heels have lost their innocence. I could seriously file steel with these bad boys.
Which forces me to return to the salon for that oh so good smoothness. These salons are like drug dealers. They could hand out the first pedicure for free on the street. They know you'll eventually have to come back for more. It's crazy.
I know this is only so very apparent to me now because I haven't been able to get a pedicure since Claire was born, but there is no worse feeling than walking across the floor and feeling the carpet stick to your feet. Shudder. I guess I should count my blessings that the majority of my house has wood flooring.
I guess I'll go invest in a pumice stone/foot file and see if I can maintain that baby soft goodness myself.
Ahhh sweet Claire, enjoy those baby feet.
How sweet they are!
I received a gift certificate for a pedicure from a student as an end-of-the-year teacher's gift. Being a big fan of the foot rub, I excitedly took my gift certificate to the salon and prepared myself for some top-notch pampering. I wasn't disappointed. What a great experience!! I know some people can't stand to have other people touch their feet or any other body part for a massage, but I am not one of those people. I figure if you've got the hankering to massage, I've got the feet/legs/back/etc for ya . . . go to town!
After the wonder that was my first pedicure, I discovered a nasty little trick of the salons. Once you've had a pedicure, your feet are NEVER the same. Let me explain:
They take this little device that is a cross between a cheese slicer and a cheese grater and use it all over your feet to remove any dead or rough skin. (did I mention, I didn't have this problem before my pedicure?) Turns out? Using this utensil on feet has the same effect as using a razor on hairy legs. You know the whole, "shaved hair grows back thicker and darker"? Well, a cheese-grated heel grows back flakier and rougher. My heels have lost their innocence. I could seriously file steel with these bad boys.
Which forces me to return to the salon for that oh so good smoothness. These salons are like drug dealers. They could hand out the first pedicure for free on the street. They know you'll eventually have to come back for more. It's crazy.
I know this is only so very apparent to me now because I haven't been able to get a pedicure since Claire was born, but there is no worse feeling than walking across the floor and feeling the carpet stick to your feet. Shudder. I guess I should count my blessings that the majority of my house has wood flooring.
I guess I'll go invest in a pumice stone/foot file and see if I can maintain that baby soft goodness myself.
Ahhh sweet Claire, enjoy those baby feet.
How sweet they are!
Monday, September 3, 2007
Eeeeeewwwww!!
My neighbor stuck her finger in Claire's mouth. Yep, that's right. We were at a fellow neighbor's house for a block pool party. She asked to hold my little angel and I obliged, but imagine my shock when I looked over to see Claire sucking on her finger like there was no tomorrow. gross, Gross, GROSS!!!
It's one thing if you are a family member, and your hands are freshly washed. But a neighbor? Who I barely know? Who has just finished eating pizza--a food you eat with your HANDS???
What is WRONG with people? Is it really necessary to give a list of obvious dos and don'ts to people before you hand them your child? She saw me gawking and gleefully announced, "I think she loves the pizza sauce taste!!"
At that I promptly scooped up my violated child and prepared to head home. Is it too soon to wash out her mouth with soap?
It's one thing if you are a family member, and your hands are freshly washed. But a neighbor? Who I barely know? Who has just finished eating pizza--a food you eat with your HANDS???
What is WRONG with people? Is it really necessary to give a list of obvious dos and don'ts to people before you hand them your child? She saw me gawking and gleefully announced, "I think she loves the pizza sauce taste!!"
At that I promptly scooped up my violated child and prepared to head home. Is it too soon to wash out her mouth with soap?
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