I’m currently in the process of transferring all of my posts from iWeb. I love iWeb – but it has become clear that it’s just not ready to handle a blog that has daily postings. I hope it evolves, but it’s not getting there fast enough, so I made the decision to continue on a real site. But, I don’t want to lose everything I have so far, so the tedious process of transferring my posts has begun. I’m starting from the beginning.
Monthly Archives: January 2007
Disproportionate
It’s just a little bit disheartening when you realize that the shorts you put on to cover your ass are size LARGE and the sports bra you put on to cover your boobs is size SMALL.
That Kind of Morning
I’m not sure what Teddy did to deserve this, but this was the scene I walked in on the other day.
This morning Ayla has 2 back to back volleyball games. I had both kids up, ready, fed and we were all set to go at 8:15 am before I realized the first game wasn’t until 10 and we still had another hour before we had to leave. This is even more NOT funny if you knew that I had this time written carefully on my calendar (which I check at least 20 times a day), I had it written again on my to-do list which is on my desk and that I check (and rewrite) at least 100 times a day, AND I had gotten a reminder e-mail about it yesterday that I had read twice JUST TO MAKE SURE I HAD THE TIME CORRECT.
Horrible Noise
A few days ago Evren was playing with his toys in front of the television. He wasn’t watching tv, it was just on PBS. Just in case. Normally, we Tivo everything and then whenever he wants to watch a particular cartoon he can, so tantrums are avoided. HOW DARE Calliou not be on whenever he wants! Anyway, this day, the tv was just on, as background noise, I suppose. Then. All of a sudden. Without warning. Barney came on. The singing, the dancing. I don’t care if you have kids or not, you know. I was in my office and about 5 seconds into it I hear Evren wailing. I go to look and he is sitting on the floor, a blankie around his head and over his ears, rocking back and forth like a mental patient BEGGING me to “STOP BARNEY!!!” I couldn’t run to the tv fast enough. Poor kid. What a trauma.
Tricky Question
Around the dinner table last night, the discussion somehow evolved into a chat about people’s faces and I told Ayla she could thank her father for her Turkish nose. (I think she is the prettiest 8-year old EVER and I let her know that so continue on please…) So, you see the wheels turning in her head for a moment and she asks,
“Mom, how does your body know who you marry?”
“Um, what sweetie?”
“Well. You said I have a Turkish nose and that it came from my daddy, but you’re my mommy sooooo…..how does YOUR body know who you marry?”
(You see where this is going, don’t you?)
I’m all for honesty regarding such things, and have been quite honest with her up to a point (she was in the delivery room when Evren was born for goodness sakes) but she’s at that age now where she understands so much more and, ok, anyway, point is, I didn’t think it was the time or place…
…so after some awkward nervousness on my part, I told her it was all science. But she was studying 2nd grade science now and this was more like 10th grade science and she would learn ALL the details as she got older. No big deal.
And then I think Evren told a knock-knock joke (every single knock-knock joke he tells involves the word ‘poop’ somewhere) and pandemonium and giggles were for dessert.
Super Powers
Ayla came home from gymnastics tonight – 2.5 hours in gymnastics class – and she was still wired and bouncing off the walls. As always. She challenged her brother to a game of “Super Heroes”, or some such. I’m not sure it exactly had a name – it was just an excuse for them to run around, scream and wrestle. So, they are ready to go at it and Ayla declares, “We must have super powers! Evren! What’s your super power?!?” Without hesitation, he yells, “I HAVE PENIS POWER!” I busted out laughing from the other room, because it was pretty funny, but that didn’t help matters. Ayla declared something along the lines of farting power and the chaos began. Good times.
Random Nonsense
Last night Ayla slept on the floor of her bathroom. For no reason. Just because she wanted to. She had dragged her blankets and pillows and everything in there. I thought maybe she was scared or had some other bizarre reason that made sense to her for doing it, but no. She just wanted to. Alright then.
Evren has a real issue putting on a fresh pair of underwear every morning. He screams at me every time…”Mom! I already have underwear on!!” And I am calm and explain the situation every day, every morning. And this morning it was just too much, he lost it – there was a lot of yelling “But MOM!…”, “I don’t understand….”, “Why do you make me do this EVERY DAY?!?” (Sigh.)
Elsa’s 3-year old princess threatened her the other day with the fact that she knows bad words and she’s not afraid to use them if her mommy doesn’t do what she wants. This was in the middle of Target. Heh.
On my 101 list, when I was writing it up last year, I had a hard time coming up with ideas toward the end, so I put on there something about ‘watch every movie nominated for best picture before the Oscar’s one year.’ Well, nominations were announced this morning. I’ve printed the list and haven’t seen 99% of the movies that have been nominated, and haven’t seen ANY of the ones up for best picture. We have Babel, The Departed, Letters from Iwo Jima, Little Miss Sunshine & The Queen. I haven’t even HEARD of The Queen. Looks like I have some homework to do. Yikes.
I’ve got two pounds of bacon to fry up this morning. (What?! I’m hungry.)
Floodle
I’m not sure if you know about the ebook phenomena on eBay but lots of people are making money from assembling known information into a clever downloadable document and calling it an ebook. In fact, many ‘experts’ claim this is the best way to make money on eBay. I’m not above looking into it myself someday.
Anyway, some person has made it his mission to buy every ebook he can find on eBay and then he posts them for free on his website at floodle.net. He doesn’t post anything that’s copyrighted, of course, and it all seems to be legit – it’s basically just repackaging and transfer of information.
Like so many of my links, you’ll go for a quick look, go into a trance and not wake up for a half hour or so. Again, you’re welcome.
Sausage Ravioli Casserole
What?! A recipe that’s not a dessert?! That’s right. Hush up.
This one couldn’t be easier: everything’s in one pan, it’s filling and you need to maybe just add a salad or some garlic bread on the side. I’m sure everyone has a few of these ravioli or pasta ‘dump it all in and put it in the oven’ recipes, but here’s another one. Leftovers hold up well and don’t transform into something else overnight.
Dirt
I saw the ads for this show (who hasn’t) and didn’t really think it would be something I would care for and it did not get a spot on the Tivo line-up. I didn’t see the season premiere. But earlier this week I had one of those rare moments where I actually got to sit down and watch tv, nothing was recorded on Tivo (except cartoons) and I had to (gasp) flip through the channels. I stumbled upon this show about 15 minutes into it and the first scene I saw had an actress that was killed off of the 4400 (weird and excellent sci-fi show) so I stuck around and in about 10 minutes I was hooked. During the commercial I Tivo’d it and I can’t wait until the next episode. It’s complete and total sleaze with lots of very attractive people. Awesome.
Click here for a link to TV Squad’s post about the show and a photo of the actress from the 4400 that I mentioned. I’m too lazy to go look up her name. She’s cute.
