problem (mostly) solved.
My head did not explode. I actually think I've figured out a solution and now I am relaxing a little, and even getting excited. After spending about five hours inputting various time and airport combinations on aa.com, it finally dawned on me that I had booked Mark and Jafta's tickets on the last of our airline miles. I called American Airlines and explained the whole situation. (I might have even cried a little, just for dramatic effect). They put me on hold for a supervisor, who put me on hold . . .
Things We Learned in Seattle
We live entirely too far away from Michael and Jodie. Getting out of Orange County is refreshing. There is a whole world out there where you won't run into people wearing Ed Hardy t-shirts and driving Hummers with these things attached to them.There is something entirely satisfying about picking your food from a garden in the morning, and then eating it that night.Humbolt Fog is an excellent goat cheese, and not, in fact, a brand of marijuana as the name might suggest. If you post a sign that . . .
The New “Mom Jean”
Hello dear readers. Our family is still in Seattle, acting like tourists and discovering nature. But lest my blog go blank for a few days, I am reposting from the vault. Since not posting would make it totally obvious that we are on vacation, which is a very unsafe thing to broadcast to the internets. The New "Mom Jean"I went shopping for jeans the other day, and I'm still reeling by some uncomfortable revelations.My shopping quest started because I decided it was time to venture out from . . .
A Fair to Remember
I am slowly recovering from the Frenzy of Fair we were involved in last week. I am sitting here trying to think of how to explain what lead me to the fair, not once, but TWICE, in one week. Really, I have nothing to say for myself. Mostly I blame Rosie, my housekeeper.Rosie cleans my house twice a month on Wednesday mornings, in order to keep me from divorcing my husband arguing with Mark about the division of labor in our home. I love Rosie but I have some weird quirks about having a . . .
an open letter to criminals about our upcoming vacation
We have a summer full of family visits. My mom just left after a week stay. My sister Brooke and her family are visiting in a few weeks. The day they leave, my nephews Austin and Derek arrive for a stay. And then we fly up for a week with Mark's brother and family. It will be a fun and full summer.Oops. I guess you're not supposed to say when you go on vacation on your blog. You know, in case some would-be criminals are reading and decide to rob your house while you are gone.Well, just in case . . .
crying in public
I'm not a big "cryer". I usually manage to be pretty stoic, in fact . . . a trait that often belies the junk lying just under the surface. But right now I am insanely sleep deprived, and have a lingering case of The Postpartum Crazy that is, to be blunt, kinda kicking my ass. These two factors have converged today and had me on the brink of tears several times.I managed not to cry when I picked the kids up from preschool, and Jafta tried to help push Karis's snap-and-go stroller, upended it, and . . .
spillage and backing up
*Don't worry. This is not a post about my potty-training efforts with India. Although this blog title could describe that as well*In a good drama, the protagonist of the story always has a tragic flaw - a character defect that ultimately leads to horrible things happening. For Antigone, it was excessive ambition. For Othello, it was jealousy. For Oedipus, it was pride. (And sleeping with his mother, but that's another story).My tragic flaw is that I spill things. A lot.I've been spilling things . . .
Like an alcoholic in a bar
I have to drive by it several times a week. When I see the building, I have a physiological reaction. My pulse starts racing, my adrenaline pumps, and I get giddy with anticipation. Usually, I restrain myself. Nothing good will come from going in there, I repeat in my mind. I know me. I know I will lose control. I know I will give over to the temptations that await me inside Room and Board.And yet, that temptation pulls me in. I'm just looking, I rationalize. Just a peek at the new collection. . . .
Love’s Labor’s LOST
You know how on LOST, they have to go back and re-live the traumatic experience of the plane crash? It was one of the worst things they ever went through, and they have to do it again. They know it will be painful. They know it will hurt like hell. They know there will be carnage. And yet, they know there is no getting around it. So they brace themselves, try deep-breathing, and just hope that this time isn't as bad as the first time . . .Yeah, that's pretty much EXACTLY how I feel about my . . .
the follow-up show
Here's a little update on some of the things going around here:The Black dolls: I would like to give a big shout-out to all the diversity-adverse moms in Orange County. Thanks to your racial preference in doll shopping, I was able to snag the HSM Taylor and Chad doll set on clearance at Target for only $5.74. But there are plenty of blonde Sharpay and Ryan sets still available for $24.99!The MILF tee: True confession - I wear it. A lot. Along with all the other tacky message tees I've gotten as . . .
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