tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64297097195091730112024-03-13T17:33:09.807-05:00Domestically DisabledAdventures in the life of a domestically challenged single mom.Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-2588425445754496962008-08-20T20:23:00.002-05:002008-08-20T20:31:24.053-05:00wearyon nights like this, i miss you, my dear old blog. sitting here alone in the dark, crying over the state of life and so wanting to pour my heart out. my new blog is too public for me to do that. <br /><br />i know this feeling of being alone will pass, or at least the severity of it will. i am lonely but yet i don't want to be around anyone, don't even want to talk to anyone, really.<br /><br />maybe i just need to sit here and cry. let it all out and get rid of it. i can't afford for this to take me over. right now i am just so tired, and feeling hopeless, and not sure where to go next. it's funny how even at 31 i can lose my confidence and lose my way...reduced to a child yet again.<br /><br />i know, this too shall pass, but right now it is piercing my heart, and it really hurts.Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-78644680107885449732008-04-11T09:31:00.003-05:002008-04-11T09:33:40.347-05:00Moving OnHello all! I just wanted to let you know that I am moving my blog. The new link is <a href="http://www.sominnesota.blogspot.com">www.sominnesota.blogspot.com</a>. I'd love for you to visit me there, and if you are linked to my blog, link to me on my new one! I am vowing to post more often again, so we'll see what happens!<br /><br />I have moved a bunch of the old posts over along with their original dates, and I have also omitted some of the posts I don't want to share with the general public. ; )Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-33646812168511168412008-04-10T10:55:00.002-05:002008-04-10T10:59:03.195-05:00everyone loves a poop joke...gross, but too funny not to share:<br /><br />i was in the bathroom, minding my own business and getting ready as my 4 year old son was going "potty". when finished, he got up from the toilet, peered inside it and said:<br /><br />"look mom!"<br /><br />then:<br /><br />"it looks like donut balls, but they're really poop balls!"<br /><br />*giggles manically*<br /><br />ahhh...the fascination with bowel movements starts in the males young and never really ends, does it?Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-28633354671597686412008-04-09T20:29:00.005-05:002008-04-09T21:09:44.874-05:00mbaso, i have decided i am getting my mba. which means i'm pretty much giving up a social life for, oh...the next two and a half years or so. but, the good thing is that i have definitely found my niche career-wise. i have found what excites and motivates me. it's marketing, product management specifically. i love love love it. i have gained a lot of marketing experience over the last few years, and this "new" job is exactly what i've been looking for. except the parent company sucks. it's a huge corporation. i don't want to be stuck there forever. i feel that if i want to get out of the company my bachelor's in social work just isn't going to cut it, not even with my experience. so, i applied to some schools. schools that have reputable online programs. schools that are "brick and mortar" based that happen to have an online mba. schools where i don't have to list "online degree" on my resume. it doesn't look easy. the admissions process is a pain. but i'm thinking it all might just be worth it. because... since i'll be going to school online, i had to purchase this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/R_1yx_JbfvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mHmcUHaytxc/s1600-h/macbook.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/R_1yx_JbfvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mHmcUHaytxc/s320/macbook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187428548890820338" /></a><br /><br />and then of course i also needed this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/R_12RvJbfwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CDejPbk-dNU/s1600-h/meritline_1995_6412113.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/R_12RvJbfwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CDejPbk-dNU/s320/meritline_1995_6412113.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187432392886550274" /></a><br /><br />ahhh...come to me sweet little mac laptop, i am anxiously awaiting your arrival. ; )Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-64608031622927350132008-04-03T07:28:00.004-06:002008-04-03T07:35:28.067-06:00letting go...I thought I had more time for her to be a little girl, but alas, my six year old daughter sat me down this morning to let me know what was on her mind:<br /><br />"Mom, now that I'm getting bigger and I'm growing up more, I think it's time for me to start picking out my own clothes in the morning."<br /><br />My immediate thought was: But what if she doesn't match?!!?!? GASP! <br /><br />But really, what's a mother to do? I mean, I could hardly argue with her logic. <br /><br />My response: (whining)<br />"Can I tell you if something looks weird together?"<br /><br />Ky: (very seriously and sternly)<br />"No."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*Honestly, I knew I was living on borrowed time, I should have been letting her pick out her clothes long ago. But I LIKED dressing her! She's my GIRL!! LOLDomestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-66034781595909813362008-03-25T21:17:00.003-06:002008-03-25T21:26:18.550-06:00racial ironysaturday night we were invited to dinner at the home of the bf's dad and step-mom. the plan was to celebrate easter, a birthday and a recent graduate. we marked it on the calendar and planned to attend with all four of the kids. <br /><br />saturday morning we got a call from the bf's dad. the bf let it go to voice mail. upon checking his voice mail, the bf groaned and replayed it over for me to hear. it went something like this:<br /><br />"i am just calling to let you know that "the graduate" (the bf's step-sister) is dating a "black gentleman" and is planning to bring him and his young daughter for dinner this evening. i just thought i'd give you a head's up so you can tell the kids about it. i don't want them to be shocked when they walk in the house."<br /><br />wtf???????<br /><br />besides this being a totally sad, white bread, minnesota response, it is also extremely ironic considering this fact: THE BF IS FREAKING ASIAN! (adopted from korea by his white bread parents.)<br /><br />needless to say, the bf and i didn't say anything to the kids. and were they shocked when they walked in? nope. and it made me very proud.Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-86671655380639701382008-02-06T19:12:00.000-06:002008-02-06T19:16:48.311-06:00the damage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/R6pbYpMT4wI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z4k6UVcKk5k/s1600-h/IMG_4169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/R6pbYpMT4wI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Z4k6UVcKk5k/s320/IMG_4169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164040401666171650" /></a>Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-57562801192404884562007-12-03T08:13:00.000-06:002007-12-03T08:15:17.482-06:00revamping or deleting...FYI...i am going to be either totally revamping this blog or starting a new one in the next couple of weeks. I'm leaning toward the latter. I'll keep you posted, just in case you care. LOLDomestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-27559109049665344212007-11-28T20:12:00.000-06:002007-11-28T20:13:31.547-06:00quotables"Stop! You're giving me a naked privates scare!"<br /><br /><br />- Ky, to her brother who had his shirt off getting ready for bed.Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-79987300721656134462007-10-22T12:09:00.001-05:002007-10-22T12:14:11.881-05:00um, thank God she's not a troll?this weekend ky got into a little trouble at the our local Target. she ran way off ahead and we lost track of her. once we were reunited, the bf had a serious talk with her about what could happen to her if she ran off and someone "took" her.<br /><br />the bf: blah blah blah..."why do you think we don't want to lose you?"<br /><br />ky: (very seriously) "because i'm cute?"<br /><br /><br /><br />sometimes i can't believe the things that come out of that child's mouth!!!Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-29928377767351950472007-10-09T12:37:00.000-05:002007-10-09T12:41:15.794-05:00upon hearing the minister mention communion...my children and i rarely go to church, for numerous reasons that i will avoid getting into right now. this weekend my little darlings went to church with my mom, who told me that at the end of the service she was absolutely sweating from trying to keep them quiet and under control. i'm thinking she won't ask to take them again. upon hearing the minister mention communion, here was my daughter's reaction:<br /><br />"bread? good! bread! i'm hungry! is it beer bread?"<br /><br />i couldn't even make this up.Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-3045833729117010212007-10-09T08:47:00.000-05:002007-10-09T08:48:57.162-05:00new job!!!!i was offered a position at the company i have been interviewing with. i have decided to take it!!! there are pros and cons but ultimately i think it will be a lot better for my mental health. so, somewhere in the 2-4 week range, i will be OUTTA HERE!!! <br /><br />yay!!!!!!Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-79227856090776975462007-10-04T18:47:00.000-05:002007-10-04T19:20:02.110-05:00sucker!!!!i spent a weekend at my mom's two weeks ago. my kiddos and i went there to take a break and be pampered. it was refreshing, and it worked.<br /><br />at home i very, very rarely watch tv. i just have no desire to do it. but that weekend at my mom's i spent an awful lot of time in front of the good old boob tube. one night i sat up in the living room alone till at least 1:30 am. i changed channels a few times and settled on an interesting looking infomercial. i know, i know, that's kind of an oxymoron. infomercial and interesting don't generally go hand it hand. but i started watching this one and was hooked.<br /><br />it was for some kind of magic makeup! oooo...look at that girl with the horrible complexion! oh wow, look how easy it is to transform her face from cruddy complexion to model perfect! that's amazing! and look at the stars endorsing it. it must be good stuff, right? i was suckered in. it looked soooooo easy! and i'd love an easy way to hide those red rosacea areas on my cheeks. and these dark circles under my eyes from stress. i would love to get rid of those. seriously, that looks easy. i can DO that. and look, they even did makeovers at my beloved mall of america. and minnesotan's don't lie, right? and the best part? it could all be mine for the low, low price of just $29.95!!!<br /><br />so today i got my cute little pink box and felt that flutter of excitement i always feel when i get a package in the mail. i couldn't wait to rip into the package. i opened the pretty little box and saw it's pretty little pink insides. and there was the makeup. tiny little containers beautifully presented in a white mesh bag. and then i saw the two instruction booklets and the instructional dvd. wtf? i thought this was supposed to be eeeeeeasssy. still convinced i could make this work, i trudged into the bathroom to begin my own amazing transformation. i wish i could get this across to you in pictures. the result was less than flattering. my wrinkles stand out more than ever. in fact, i found some i hadn't even noticed before. the makeup is totally cakey, the kind i snicker about when i see it on others. (did she put that on with a putty knife, or what?) and my dark undereye circles? i swear they look worse. now they are both dark AND baggy. i look like a haggard streetwalker.<br /><br />so the moral of the story is...there is a reason we really shouldn't buy things from infomercials. and dummies like me are proof. ; )Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-45415954541588002492007-09-30T20:24:00.000-05:002007-09-30T20:33:38.165-05:00girls day<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/RwBMfIsVlvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z6n01zUi2R0/s1600-h/IMG_3260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/RwBMfIsVlvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Z6n01zUi2R0/s320/IMG_3260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116173274485987058" /></a><br /><br />today my mom, two sisters and i met in the twin cities for a wonderful "girls day." i can honestly say i don't remember the last time the four of us got together, just US. no kids, no men, no cousins, grandmas or friends. just mom and her three daughters! our first stop was this restaurant called "the melting pot". the melting pot was my first encounter with the dining experience of fondue. and it is most definitely an experience! my slightly germaphobe self had a bit of trouble with the whole double dipping thing that is bound to happen. but i survived. and it was fun, if nothing else!<br /><br />next stop was the mall of america. we spent about two hours doing some hard-core shopping. i generally don't mix hard-core shopping and the MOA, but today was an exception to the rule. i had three critics to help me choose, and it was really fun! i got an adorable dress at the gap, and some great work clothes at NY&Co.<br /><br />our last stop was a movie: a shameless chick-flick. it was all "fluff" and just what i needed. (along with a generous helping of popcorn and a diet coke.) it was kind of fun to zone out and give my brain a rest.<br /><br />all in all, it was a lovely day. a little bonding time with the fam. i wonder when we'll manage to do it again?Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-41324376604718919572007-07-31T19:51:00.000-05:002007-07-31T19:54:25.591-05:00kid humorscene: the kitchen table, ky and ko are coloring.<br /><br /><br />ky: when i get big like you momma, i'm going to have a girl. and i'm going to give her all kinds of nice girl stuff.<br /><br />me: really? what if you have a boy?<br /><br />ky: (thinking) i'll give him to my brother so he can give him lots of rockin boy stuff!<br /><br />me: (shaking head and smothering a laugh what else can i do? and thinking...where the hell did she get the word "rockin"?)Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-16793627576381592742007-07-25T21:37:00.000-05:002007-07-25T21:56:36.936-05:00baby abram update!i finally got up the nerve to just CALL e tonight and see how things are going. i have issues with thinking i am bothering people, so i don't call, and then instead end up with the opposite effect of having them think i don't care about or am not thinking about them. which is definitely not the case. i'm such a freak sometimes! part of what i love about e is that she loves me anyway, freak-ness and all. and now i know that i need to call, and do it more often. and i will!<br /><br />anyway, here's the important stuff: baby abram is supposed to get out of the hospital tomorrow. yay! he's not totally out of the woods yet and will still be on a feeding tube and numerous medications, but he'll be home! they found out that his problems were caused by a virus, which is actually a good thing. with proper care he will recover and probably not have any lingering effects from his illness. he is still a very sick baby but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. i am so happy for them, and so relieved! <br /><br />thanks to all of you who sent good wishes and prayers their way!!!!Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-73622876464500738372007-07-18T19:53:00.000-05:002007-07-18T20:57:22.453-05:00baby abrami got an unexpected, heartbreaking phone call this morning from my best friend in kansas city. i knew something was wrong as soon as i answered the phone. her voice sounded strained and exhausted. more strained and exhausted than even a new mommy should be feeling. <br /><br />my initial instinct was right. somthing serious was going on. she was calling to tell me that her sweet little baby boy (about three months old) has been admitted to the hospital. they discovered that he has a serious heart condition. at this point the doctors are unsure of how he got sick. is it something genetic or viral? she mentioned that her sweet little baby may need a heart transplant, and that his chance of recovery is 30%. my heart broke when she said she was glad i was able to meet him, just in case...<br /><br />i managed to remain fairly strong on the phone, but i was a mess when i hung up. i called the bf to tell him and i broke down. i can only imagine what she and her husband must be going though. i hate being this far away from her. i wish i could be there for her. i wish i could take away her pain. i wish i could tell her that everything is going to be alright. i wish i could fix that darling little boy and send him off for a normal, healthy life. my heart literally aches for them. they are experiencing every parent's worst nightmare. <br /><br />i am scared. my heart is breaking. i feel helpless when i want so badly to be able to help. i don't know what to do. i want to be the best possible friend to her. i want to give her anything she needs. i want to make her baby well again. i want her to have her happy little family.<br /><br />to be a mom is to walk around raw for the rest of your life. to be constantly aware of the dangers your child encounters on a regular basis, and of your powerlessness to protect them from most of it. we take it for granted when our children are healthy. we get mad at them for stupid things. we don't appreciate them. we wish they would hurry up and grow up already! we wish they would leave us the hell alone while we try and write on our blog! <br /><br />life is short. sometimes it is way more short than we could have ever imagined.<br /><br />i love you erin. i am praying harder than i have ever prayed before in my life. i am a million miles away but i am with you.<br /><br />please God, PLEASE heal baby Abram.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/Rp7E3czP3SI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PupO2CWQ-14/s1600-h/IMG_2742_2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NTaIrZmsrp4/Rp7E3czP3SI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PupO2CWQ-14/s200/IMG_2742_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088721085878230306" /></a>Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-23968512687889985732007-07-05T19:24:00.001-05:002007-07-05T21:32:40.686-05:007 or 8 or maybe 15 things about me...okay, i was tagged by my old friend <a href="http://www.gettinitwrong.blogspot.com">maurey</a> for 8 things about me, and also by my friend <a href="http://becausedammitimustblog.blogspot.com/">worker mommy</a>, for 7 things about me. i'm not sure i want to bore you all with 15 things or if i can even think of that many...so i'll go as far as i can. :)<br /><br />1. i love to cook. really, truly love it. not baking so much, but cooking. i only wish i had more time to indulge my passion. i would LOVE to take cooking classes, or even just spend more time experimenting at home. but alas, when we get home at six o'clock the kids are ready to eat, NOW! and nothing fancy will do. mac-n-cheese is just fine with them, thanks. and so about once a month i get to really COOK something. it's not nearly enough, but maybe someday i will have more time! (ha!)<br /><br />2. i am an avid reader. it's one of my favorite things to do. let me curl up with a good book and all of my troubles are gone, at least for a while! i read a pretty wide variety of books, and am currently reading a new one, "In search of Eden" by Linda Nichols. i like to get in reading time every night if i can, and have been doing a bit more while home with my little sickie this week. it's the only thing keeping me sane!<br /><br />3. i love playing cards. for money. i especially love playing blackjack at the casino. there was a time when i won $700 doing so! in high school and into college we would get some wild and crazy games of cards going for dimes an nickels and such. no big money, but i loved the rush of winning. still do. but i avoid the casino and don't get into too many wild and crazy card games anymore. because while i love the rush of winning, i really can't afford the crash of losing.<br /><br />4. i love water. oceans, lakes, rivers, ponds...give me water and i am peaceful and happy. not so much to be on the water, but just to be near it. i even named my dog for one of my "water loves". temperance. for the beautiful temperance river in northern mn. my favorite body of water so far is also here in the great state of minnesota: lake superior. i'd live there if i could. just being near it makes me feel <span style="font-weight:bold;">good</span>. <br /><br />5. i curse. kind of a lot, sometimes. and piss-poor drivers bring out the worst in me. i forget myself. i forget my kids. and i SWEAR like a sailor! most of the time i am pretty good at hiding it. i only let loose around a few people. but those lucky souls really get an earful. my favorite cuss word? fucktard. as in: my fucktard neighbors were up at 3:00, shooting off loud ass firecrackers and waking up my kids.<br /><br />6. i am a former pageant queen. okay, so my only pageant was a small-town event that i participated in only to please my father the city councilor and newspaper man. and i was only the runner-up. but i had to wear an effing wool kilt in small town parades all summer long. that should count for something, right?<br /><br />7. i no longer speak to my father. it's not necessarily a conscious decision i made, but i haven't spoken to him in over six months. i didn't even call him on father's day. his birthday is tomorrow and i'm not calling him for that, either. i've only seen him once in the last two years. i used to be his favorite child of four. i did anything and everything he asked. i hauled his drunk ass everywhere. i even visited him while he was in jail for multiple dwi's. one day i finally woke up and said, enough! i am cutting this poison out of my life. (this may have been the day after he asked me for $10,000, because he knew i had just been divorced and had sold my house. because hey, what would a single mother starting all over need that money for anyway, right??)<br /><br />8. i have two sisters and one half sister. i am the oldest. i have no brothers. i am semi-close to my two sisters, but at times feel like the odd man out. three's a crowd and all that. and i don't talk to my half sister very often anymore. she is 19 and is kind of a mess. i half-raised her ungrateful little ass, but she usually only contacts me when she needs something. i'm okay with it though, really. she's had a rough life. i'm there for her when i can be, and will continue to be there when i can.<br /><br />9. i majored in social work in college. i thought i wanted to "help people." i was inspired by my half-sister's social worker years ago. i wanted to be like her, i wanted to "save" kids. i was in the field for two years, working with troubled kids. but their troubled existences only gave me flashbacks to my own tortured past, and i couldn't handle it anymore. so i quit, and i've rarely looked back. i'm about as far from that now as i can be, working in marketing. i still get to help people at times but it's not so personal, it's not going to ruin anyone's life if i screw up. and it's not going to eat at me after-hours at home. (most of the time, that is.)<br /><br />10. i am a night-owl. although i have tried to force it out of myself in recent years, i have the most energy at night. i hate getting out of bed in the morning. i hate mornings. and afternoons? totally made for naps! but once the sun starts to go down i feel energized. i have finally gotten to the point though where i am ready for bed at 11:00. the bf is even more of a night-owl than me though, so i usually am up till midnight or so. and then i don't get enough sleep and am never ready to get up in the morning. i NEED my sleep. 8 hours is perfect. but i rarely get it. especially living with a man who thrives on 4-5 hours. still trying to get to a happy medium with that!<br /><br />11. i am getting sick of myself now, so i think i'll sign off, even though i didn't make it to fifteen. i'm sure you'll get over it. in fact, you're probably breathing a sigh of relief right now, thinking..."thank God she is finally going to stop!"<br /><br /> <br /><br /><a href="http://pantryshelf.blogspot.com/">casmee</a> and <a href="http://rebeccasjames.blogspot.com/">rebecca</a>, i'd love to know more about you if you have the time to write a lovely little meme with 7-8 interesting factoids about yourselves. everyone else, i think you've all been tagged, but if not, i'd love to read more about you too!<br /><br />cheers!Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-62002147230796385262007-07-03T12:57:00.001-05:002007-07-03T13:21:37.158-05:00it's five o'clock somewhere...right? so it shouldn't matter that i am having a wine cooler for lunch today?<br /><br />i am at home. and i am dealing with kid puke. and i have to scrub the kitchen floor shortly due to the fact that said child puked on it.<br /><br />I think i'm justified, right?<br /><br />bottoms up!Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-71184875990750348982007-06-27T08:29:00.000-05:002007-06-27T08:40:17.992-05:00conversations with a five-year-old girlthis morning on the way to work and daycare, ky was jabbering in the backseat as usual. she was talking about something that happened at daycare yesterday.<br /><br />ky: "mom. yesterday gabby was trying to pick up a moth when we were outside. and she got it. and i told her to leave it alone but she didn't. i told her she was going to hurt it and she should let it go. but she didn't leave it alone."<br /><br />me: "yeah, she should have left it alone ky, but gabby doesn't have to do what you tell her to do. just like you don't have to do what she tells you to do." <br /><br />**pause**<br /><br />ky: "if gabby jumped off a bridge, i wouldn't jump of the bridge too. <br /><br />**pause**<br /><br />ky: "would i, mom?"Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-90640668265541324662007-06-25T09:30:00.000-05:002007-06-25T09:54:44.713-05:00news from the southmy trip to kc this weekend was awesome, but way too short. seems like just when we start to really warm up it's time for me to leave. it sucks.<br /><br />it took me seven hours to get down there. i listened to the three cd's i burned and the four the bf burned. i got through ALL of them on the way down! it was sweet of the bf to take the time to choose all the music and take the time to burn cd's for me. he put on a bunch of "new" music, plus a few of the classics. i grooved all the way there. <br /><br />i really enjoyed the first six hours of the drive, but it began to wear thin during the last hour...all of which was spent manuvering the city and trying to get to e's house. it sucked to know that mile-wise, i was so close, but because of the traffic it took forever! the drive back was only six hours! a whole hour of my day burned in traffic. i guess there really are some good things about living in a smaller city!<br /><br />it was wonderful to see e and meet her adorable baby boy. where in the past our laughs were based on our own silliness and/or level of intoxication, this time it was everything baby. his facial expressions were hilarious, and we tortured the poor darling with a super cute little bucket hat i brought for him. it was really cool seeing what a wonderful mother e is and neat to watch her and the baby interact.<br /><br />leaving was very bittersweet. i was so happy that we were able to reconnect again, but so sad knowing that i probably won't get to see her again for at least another six months. being there really reminded me of how much i still have that hole in my life, with my best friend and i living so far apart. i have other friends of course. really good friends. and i have my sisters. thank god for them all! but sometimes i just want to be able to call up e to meet up for a drink after work. or to go out for lunch. or go shopping. or have a playdate. anything. <br /><br />i miss her so much.Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-37485620840821997052007-06-21T10:00:00.000-05:002007-06-21T10:17:13.636-05:00on the road againtomorrow i'm hitting the road to see my best friend e in kansas city. i took off work for tomorrow and rented a car. i'll be on the road at about 8:30 in the morning, beginning the 7ish hour drive. another alone trip! i'm really excitecd to see her, and her new baby, and to just have hours upon hours alone in the car, singing at the top of my lungs to whatever the hell i feel like listening to.<br /><br />i haven't seen e in six months. i miss her like crazy. we met in college and bonded over cigarette breaks in between our social work classes. we quickly became very close. i have never had a friend like her in my entire life, and don't expect i ever will again. it's hard to explain really, but when she moved out of state i was breaking up with a boyfriend at the same time. and i cried WAY more over her leaving than i did over breaking up with my five year, high school sweetheart.<br /><br />any long-distance relationship is hard to maintain, and we try our best to stay connected. the phone calls and emails become less and less, and i know we aren't as close as we once were. but when we get together it's like we were never apart. i can talk to her about ANYTHING. whenever i need real, honest advice, she is the one i turn to. she will tell it like it is, whether i want to hear it or not. and my God, do we laugh. and laugh and laugh and laugh. <br /><br />even though we don't talk as much anymore, she is still important to me. i still love her like a sister. and she is still my best friend. i can't wait to see her again, and meet her precious baby.Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-91363749627002362422007-06-18T08:39:00.000-05:002007-06-18T08:48:52.094-05:00suckingly sucktastic tooth fairyky lost a tooth on friday night. we were out with all the kids eating pizza when it came out. ky was pretty cool about the whole thing, i think this is about the fifth or sixth tooth she has lost, so she's a little pro.<br /><br />when we got home that night, we prepared an envelope for the tooth fairy and tucked the little lost tooth inside. ky proudly filed it under her pillow.<br /><br />the next morning, the envelope was still under her pillow, and there was no cash prize to be found. ky was a bit worried, but i told her that the tooth fairy was probably really busy and would show up the next night.<br /><br />saturday night we tucked the envelope under her pillow again. sunday morning? same thing. damn tooth fairy was still really "busy". (eff, eff, eff! i am the WORST mom in the world.)<br /><br />so, last night we gave it one more try. "i'm sure she'll come tonight." i told ky. "she has to be all caught up by now."<br /><br />this morning? effing envelope was still under her pillow! why? cuz i can't effing remember to play tooth fairy! and i suck! <br /><br />i sent ky to the bathroom and grabbed a dollar bill. i stuffed it under her pillow in a spot she hadn't looked. i had her come back into the room and pick up her pillow. she grabbed the money but looked less than thrilled. <br /><br />a few minutes later, as we were putting the dollar bill in her piggy bank, ky looked me in the eye and said, "mom, is that your dollar?" crap. she's smarter than i give her credit for.<br /><br />and i am a suckingly sucktastic tooth fairy.Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-5899671439247824212007-06-15T08:58:00.001-05:002007-06-15T09:08:52.611-05:00shoppingthe scene: target bathroom<br /><br />the players: my children, ky and ko, each in separate bathroom stalls, strangers in the other two stalls.<br /><br />*really, really loud gas sound*<br /><br />ky: "whoa, ko! you farted, that was really loud!" (cackles with laughter.)<br /><br />*silence and chirping crickets*<br /><br />ko: "i didn't fart."<br /><br />(the noise did in fact, come from the lady in stall one.)<br /><br />me (trying hard not to burst out laughing) : "ky, can you just finish up and be quiet please?"Domestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429709719509173011.post-35147586022763058172007-06-05T14:14:00.000-05:002007-06-05T14:25:48.602-05:00narcoleptic?i just ditched a meeting a few minutes early. even though my bosses were there. because i couldn't stay awake. not because i didn't get enough sleep last night. i got my usual 6-7 hours or so. oh no, it's because the leader of the meeting bored me to tears. at least i think that's what it is. or maybe i'm <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcolepsy">narcoleptic</a>?<br /><br />"The main characteristic of narcolepsy is overwhelming excessive daytime sleepiness (EDS), even after adequate night time sleep. A person with narcolepsy is likely to become drowsy or to fall asleep, often at inappropriate times and places. Daytime naps may occur with or without warning and may be physically irresistible. These naps can occur several times a day."<br /><br />i do seem to have this problem during certain meetings. and it's always the worst early in the week, and almost always in the afternoon. my eyes start to burn, my head gets heavy and i feel myself nodding off. kind of like i am now, maybe i'll just crawl under my desk for a few minutes ....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzDomestically Disabled Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13326591851817027416noreply@blogger.com2