tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192653432012-01-12T13:58:50.907-05:00Mommy blogger searching for intelligent life forms. Stop snickering. It could happen...IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1144821579813267952006-04-12T01:48:00.000-04:002006-05-15T00:07:04.793-04:00

Please come visit my blog at my new home, Izzymom.comPLEASE change my address in your blogroll and if I'm not on your blogroll, why the hell not???Love,Izzy

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Me: God, why is it so hot in here?Hubz: It's not hot. I think it's just you5 y/o Daughter: You're having a hot blast, MommyMy five year old is telling me I'm having a damn hot flash??? For the record, I think I was just hot but still...how does she know about that stuff?________________________________________________Thanks all you wise and kind people out there who commented on the Suckage post

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You know those kind of days where nothing goes right and it seems like the whole world is against you and you feel like you're running uphill the whole time and you kind of hate your life and you wish you could just run away and if you didn't have two really cute kids, you totally would?I'm having one of those days.PS: Go see Rhonda, my new renter from Self-Proclaimed Supermom. She doesn't suck.

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Oh geez...someone slap me. I just typed Michael Jackson lyrics. I never was a fan but as you may know, it's some kind of universal law that the words to songs you don't like will become forever embedded in your brain and that's my excuse. So there.Let's backtrack to about 1976 for a minute...When I was about 9, I had this burnout, stoner, Dazed & Confused styley babysitter named Cathy. (She

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ADDENDUM: Judging by my Sitemeter, a lot of people have been through here today and a lot of you I recognize as women I "know". Is this a touchy subject? Or a hot button issue? It doesn't seem like it to me. I'm honestly surprised that more people don't have an opinion or a thought to share on the subject. As women, this is a topic that affects all of us. I'm not asking for you to agree with me.

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Have you had an opportunity to watch Real Housewives of Orange County? I only watched it because it came on right after hairdresser drama Blow Out, which is some truly fine reality TV entertainment. RHOC, on the other hand, is...I don't even know but any show that opens by telling you that 80% of the women in Orange County have breast implants is gonna be compelling in a guilty pleasures,

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Okay...quick questions for anyone going to Blogher...When are you arriving? Day, time etc.What days of the conference are you attending? Friday, Saturday, both? Or just cocktail parties?I'm going and I already bought my plane ticket. My plane gets in around 4ish on Thursday.I just want to see what everyone else is doing before I pay for my registration because, you know, God forbid I just do my

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When it comes to blogging, naturally, my most favorite topics are me, me, oh and me! But when I'm not busy perfecting my navel-gazing, I'm really most fascinated by other people. I love listening to you and learning about all the things that make you uniquely you. I like hearing your life stories and all the events that have shaped you into who you are today.If you've ever read my Blogger profile

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It's been an interesting few weeks in the blogosphere and while I enjoy a good controversy just as much as the next gal (did I just refer to myself as a gal???) I gotta ask...what's with all the hate? Mommy bloggers vs. parent bloggers/other bloggers, working moms vs. at-home moms, breastfeeding moms vs. bottlefeeding moms, moms-with-housekeepers vs. moms-who-don't have-help and of course, women

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That title? It's sarcasm, folks. Pure sarcasm. Everyone tells you that it's a lot harder to bounce back after the second baby but I never paid any attention. Dry skin, zits, baby fat, cellulite, eye bags, jowls, saggy boobs...I got the whole enchilada (that stupid new camera refuses to lie). But somehow, I don't think this is what they meant when they coined the phrase "having it all"Hubz, on

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I've been so busy this week doing blog graphics and a total blog re-design for Fidget that I haven't had time to write all that much. Of course, I'm still doing the blog-composing thing in the shower and before I fall asleep (Shut up. I know you do it, too) and I have all sorts of thoughts that don't involve sexual predators or baby clothes blues but just no time to put them together thus

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(Sorry for that interruption. I now bring you the post that was SUPPOSED to be up before a freak started coveting my child)I'm feeling a little sad today. In an effort to rid my very small house of all space-sucking baby gear, I've been gathering everything up and slowly getting it out of here.Last week it was the Boppy pillow, the bottle sterilizer and the baby bathtub. The week before that the

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I feel physically ill. I don't know what to do.We just got home a little while ago. My neighbor two doors down came over and asked me if I had seen the white work van (no name or identifiers) that had passed by when we were checking the mail after arriving home. Yes, I did see it but paid little attention to it. She informed me that she SAW the guy driving lower his sunglasses as he slowed down

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The Morsels:1) Have you heard? Mustaches are back. There was a whole segment about it on the Today Show this morning. I have two things to say about that. First of all, the Today Show needs better producers and second, I don't like a mustache unless there's a goatee underneath it. Yes, I know I have one but that's irrelevant. I'm a child of the 70's and I grew up in the era of the 'stache and I

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I know I suck for leaving my anxiety whinefest to languish for so many days without a new post. But I have a really good excuse.It's spring break here.All kids. All day.Ahhh...see? I knew you'd totally understand once I'd explained.I intend to do the good old Friday Wrap later so ya'll come back now, ya heah?

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(I tried to edit this post for brevity because it was really long. And I did. But I also added a blurb so it's not really that much shorter. Sorry ;-)I keep thinking that I ought to go to BlogHer; that it's good to be a joiner, to be a part of something; that it's a chance to have fun and hang with the cool kids (that would be you).The fate of the world is not depending on this and it should be a

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Who's going for sure and who's thinking about it? Please post it here. This inquiring mind wants to know.As for me, I was going to pass because of breastfeeding but Peebs, now ultra-mobile, seems far less attached to it than I am these days. *choking back a tiny sob* That said, BlogHer is definitely under consideration. This warrants a whole other post wherein I discuss my plethora of well-hidden

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Are you doing anything to celebrate today?Are you Irish or maybe just Irish for the day?Did you wear green?Dress the kids in green?Did you or do you plan to eat any Irish foods or drink green beer?Here's a trivia question for you...What did St. Patrick drive out of Ireland? No fair leaving and googling the answer!______________________________________________UPDATE: Those of you who said "snakes"

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Downside:We're going on day four of one illness (the baby) and day two of another (the 5 yr old). Let me spare you the whining and extensive gross details by just stating that I've stepped in little vomit spots THAT NOBODY TOLD ME ABOUT twice already today. Nice, eh?Upside: I didn't have to make/pack a snack & lunch for TQ or get up and drive her to school today OR yesterday. Those of you who do

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Happy hump day!Thanks to everyone for sharing your thoughts on the pre-K 5 flasher. Also, a lot of new names down there, which you should know, I just luuuuurve. I'll be checking ya'll out later.Right now, however, I am feeling a spark of inspiration crossed with nostalgia. No, not the kind of inspiration that might produce a high quality Club-Mom-Will-Pay-You-Money-to-Blog caliber of post. No

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Over the weekend, my daughter, TQ, mentioned rather casually that a boy in her 5 yr old pre-K class "showed us his penis." Then she informed us that while she didn't actually GET to see it because her friends were in the way, she did, in fact, WANT to see it.Trying as hard as I can to be relaxed and not freak her out (or laugh, because despite the "serious” subject matter, it was kind of funny),

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Have a CigarI have a new baby! Please meet Nikon D50. We're calling him "D" for short. Is he not fabulous? You should see his pictures. He's very talented :-)From the Mouths of BabesOn Saturday my daughter and I went shopping in stores that don't have meat departments It was a big day.• While we were shopping, "You're so Vain" by Carly Simon was playing (which I LOVE) and she says incredulously "

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Here at Moonshine, there's not much I won't write about. Within reason, anything is fair game. That said, I'd like to discuss something that is causing me some serious distress lately. I know "crotch couture" has already been touched upon over at Motherhood Uncensored recently but seriously, what IS the deal with body hair after pregnancy? There was a time when none of this was an even issue. I

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Hi there! Are you here from Citymama's Friday Link Love? Then you should probably scroll down at least a couple posts.I didn't know CityMama was going to give me a shout-out and send all her legions of cool readers my way. If I had, do you think I would have posted a MEME???? I do those when I find myself having erectile dysfunction of the blog and just can't get it up — or when I'm really

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I hardly ever do memes but what the hell, it's Friday. If you're reading this, you're tagged! Yeah, yeah...you hate memes. I know. Do it anyway :-)Do this on your own blog and then copy/paste it into the comments here. That last part is VERY important. It will be much "phun" (har har...clever aren't I?)------------------------------------------------------------1) What is your favorite word?2)

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Wow. I went to ThisMom's blog because I heard she was taking a break from blogging and I wanted to see for myself what it takes to get someone to that point. And her words could have been mine, albeit hers are far more elegant.I have devoted countless hours to blogging and while I have enjoyed it beyond measure, I too, feel like I've fallen down a rabbit hole sometimes. Part of it is because I

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Kate HudsonVictoria PrincipalAshton KutcherTyra BanksJennifer ConnellyKate BushBob HopeChaka KhanLisa StansfieldBritney SpearsEva HerzigovaCharlotte ChurchWhat do the above names have in common? Well, according to the My Heritage Face Recognition doohickey, which I found courtesy of my pal, Sue, from Red Stapler, these are the celebrities with whom I share some sort of facial resemblance or

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The other day, in the morning, I was watching the Tyra Banks show (which merits a post all it's own) and she had that Sex Talk lady from Oxygen on as a guest. What's her name? Sue something, I think. She's the woman that always has a bunch brightly colored vibrators and dildos sitting on her desk like decorations (which always reminds me of when Tootie and Natalie from Facts of Life bought bongs

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Thanks to everyone who voted for me for Crazy/Hip Blog Mamas "Member of the Week" You guys rock!

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If you don't know about this, it's a writing prompt on a certain topic, organized by the Crazy Hip Blog Mamas web ring. The topic is:What Does being a Crazy Hip Blog Mama Mean to You?I gave this some thought. And then I thought about it some more. I even thought about it when I was nursing Peebs before bed. And I have decided that being a Crazy Hip Blog Mama is a lot like obscenity or pornography

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If you want to read something really beautiful go here. Reluctant Housewife found it and shared it.This was my comment. I'm posting it here for myself, because I want to remember how I felt when I read her post:"You have really struck a nerve with this piece. I can very much relate. Every day I vaccillate between irritation and awe. I always feel the inner struggle between being a good mom and

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Did you get the memo? I am the meanest mommy. Everrrrrrrrrrr. Well, according to my five year old daughter, anyway. She's having a tantrum and that is her new mantra these days.I aksed her to sit with her baby brother for a second while I went pee. I was literally 5 feet away and I was gone about 15 seconds. In that time, he started crying. I went in there and asked why he was crying and she

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I'm a fan of consignment stores. I truly think they are great. Without them, what would we do with all the assloads of baby and kid junk that we've acquired that they so quickly outgrow or get tired of? Yes, I know I can give it to the Salvation Army and many times I do, but I'll be damned if I'm going to hand over a $60 Gymboree dress, worn only once, to the Salvation freaking Army. The same

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Everyone please give a warm welcome to my Blog Exchange Partner, Christina from A Mommy Story. This is her post! You can read mine at her place :-)_______________________________________A Failure at Being a Woman?Izzy is graciously trading me her blog today for the Blog Exchange set up by Kristen at Motherhood Uncensored. One of the topics we were given was "What it means to be a woman today."

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Yes. I know you guys are all tired of looking at the Pimping My Store post below this one. But I don't have time right now to compose a post that would be worthy of you. Why? because I'm too busy visiting all YOUR blogs. Keeping up with my ever-expanding blogroll is hard enough. Throw in the blogs I have bookmarked and I basically have a full fucking time job going here. Except nobody's paying me

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I would like to take a moment to introduce Izzywig, my Cafe Press shop. I've got some cool items there to benefit a charity called Depression After Delivery. Wait! Don't stop reading yet. Please? Thanks :-)Some time ago, I had set up a Cafe Press shop for an animal rescue charity that I work with locally. I became intrigued and I decided to open a shop of my own. I made a couple designs and

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I was just flipping channels looking for the weather and happened to notice that Oprah is on, which is weird because she usually comes on at 4pm here. Maybe they changed it because of the Olympics. But anyway, she just showed the highlights for tomorrow.First is her pal Gayle King searching for the best burger in the country. Ohhhh...someone pinch me! I love me some Gayle King. Now don't forget

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Hello Internet. I have a question to ask you. While I am frequently not serious and make light of many, many things, this is for real and I need your advice.If your child came home from school and said that another child, a girl, age 4 said to her:"...I hate myself. I wish I was a boy."and your child, who is only five but very perceptive, said that the child who made the above statement seemed to

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Can we talk? Because I'd like to confess that I used to be a vain woman. Vain, vain, vain! A prime example of early vain divahood...at summer camp, age 13, my BFF and I wore Maybelline waterproof liquid eyeliner and mascara so we'd look hot (hott!) even after being in and out of the pool all day. All through junior high and high school I threw tantrums and broke countless hairbrushes because "my

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To whoever keeps finding me by googling "sexy isabel" I'd like to believe you're looking for me. If you're not, don't tell me, k?To the person who found me by googling "mystery bloating downtown" please explain yourself. Seriously, dude. What IS that?And finally, would anyone care to explain why they call those big womens underwear "briefs". I'd really like to know because there is nothing brief

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Sometimes I like to post of things I've read elsewhere that I think are worth sharing. Some people look at this as filler, like I didn't want to take the time to make a "real" post and there is some truth to that right now. I've actually been busy working on "work" stuff and also on getting my blog moved to my own domain and off of Blogger. In case you are interested, I decided to go with

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I was tagged for this by Mrs. Fortune and Kristen. So here we go! My 80's Alter Ego is *drum roll* none other than...Molly Ringwald (Samantha) in "Sixteen Candles". She was a little bit of a dork but a very cool dork, she listened to great music and she was a fairly snappy dresser (considering it was the 80's). Plus...NO BIG HAIR! I never had big, crunchy hair EVER but I do confess to having a

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Well...we've finally come to a decision. We need a bigger house. We've known this for a while (like 2 days after we bought this one) but we've put it off for a long time because we didn't want to compromise on neighborhoods. You know...sell your house, take the money and buy a bigger house either in the 'burbs and have a loooong commute or move to a bigger house in a crappier neighborhood and

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{Received via email; author unknown. My comments are in orange}Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks.Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes.There is no fast food. Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of "

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Anthropomorphism: The act of ascribing human motivation and characteristics to inanimate objects, animals or natural phenomena.If anyone out there is in the movie business or anything close to it, please FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND DECENT, tell your studio bosses and producer friends that movies with animals that act like people and speak in full sentences, complete with naughty

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I love you.(This photo came from another blog that Hubz referred me to. I appreciate the sentiment because we have people like that in our neighborhood with their stupid car alarms and barking dogs going off for what feels like eternity. If I wasn't so lazy, I might be inclined to find them and leave them a note like this one)

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Happy Valentines Day to those who acknowledge the holiday. Hubz and I agreed not to make a big thing out of it since neither of us ever feels like racing around at the last minute to buy teddy bears, flowers and candy for each other. I did get my daughter a pair of socks with pink hearts all over them and a little heart stamp that lights up. But she's five, easy to please and fun to shop for. I

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I went to see Brokeback Mountain yesterday ALL BY MYSELF. (not that I wanted to go all alone but it was nice to be somewhere without kids that doesn't involve a shopping cart and things that will melt if I don't go straight home) For those of you who haven't seen it, Brokeback Mountain is a heartbreakingly sad love story. I very much enjoyed it but I really don't see what the controversy was all

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Hubz is home. I'm taking the day off. I'm leaving this place and not coming back for hours and hours and then a few more hours. If you need a recap, scroll down to the post called "Hubz is Gone"So as to not have a stale post on here all day, I'm leaving ya'll a few FUN! links from my bookmarks. If you've seen them before, then feel free to post NEW! fun links to regale each other with in my

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Just when I thought I'd had enough with blogging; that it was taking up too much time and not giving me much return on my investment, I read that someone (who is not Dooce) is getting $25k per month for a three month sole sponsorship of their blog. That's right, peeps. Seventy. Five. Grand. Bearing in mind, of course, that the blog in question is of a more technical nature than this fine specimen

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Is EVERYONE in the blogosphere a writer? Or an aspiring writer? It's not a smartass crack. I'm serious. Everywhere I go, someone has written a book, is coming out with a book or is working on a book. I've not come across this many writers since college. To be around people that can write well and know how to spell...it's good. I dig it. I know I've got a book somewhere in me, too, because

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My husband left tonight to go out of town for work and he's going to squeeze in a recording gig while he's there. He doesn't usually travel except maybe once or twice a year. He'll be back Friday night if all goes as planned but I've never been without him for more than 8-9 hours since the baby was born last summer. Even though I know I can handle it, I'm nervous and if you ever read my "100

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1139172832525168082006-02-05T15:48:00.000-05:002006-02-06T20:45:17.136-05:00

I have to know. I read other peoples blogs AND I CRY. I just read the latest installment on dooce.com and it made me tear up (shut up...it was very touching). This happens A LOT. I am emotionally over-wired. I know this. But someone please just tell me that I'm not the only one. I prefer the "safety in numbers" approach when we're talking about something that might make me a freak.NEW TENANT

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5 yr Old Daughter: This dog has two puppies and two suckees (referring to a toy dog)Me: Uhh...they're um actually called "nipples" (cringing inwardly at the use of the actual name for a body part, even for a dog, because I am a dork that cannot use those words with any degree of ease)5 yr Old Daughter: Nipples? (pausing and looking sufficiently horrified, as one might expect from a child of mine

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DSCF0015.JPGOriginally uploaded by izzywigs. This is just one of the 8 or so pictures of the Prince that can be seen in my flickr box to the right. Yep. In case you haven't heard or seen the banner behind that plane up in the sky, I got flickr. Ya'll are in trouble now! Is he not adorable? I told you...This is the part where you say "Why yes, he is an absolutely stunning specimen of

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How many of you keep your blog a secret* from friends, family, spouses or everyone?*anonymous posts are enabled ;-)Addendum: Thank you all for chiming in. I just wanted to see where I was in comparison to a fairly random sampling. My husband knows about my blog but he is the only one. He talked me into starting one (and he's created a monster). The catch is that he's not allowed to read it. I

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Baby post alert! May contain words like cute and adorable. If you hate this stuff...leave now. You were warned. If you want to be my friend, however, you really should comment and say something nice.----------------------------------------My 7.5 month old son, whom I refer to as The Prince (so named by my 5 yr old daughter) has no interest in toys. None. I wish he'd informed me of his dislike of

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I told you that my being all happy and boring wouldn't last. Well...maybe I'm still boring. Only you can decide that as I'm obviously biased. But right now I'm grumpy and cranky and feeling perhaps a wee bit hateful. My kids are great. Husband is fine. They've done nothing wrong. This is crabbishness from within (possibly due to sleep deprivation or early PMS). When I'm like this, I get very

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When my husband and I bought our first house, I kept noticing this weird smell around the toilet in the master bathroom. It was familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Until one day when I realized the smell was that of sweaty balls. Yes. You read correctly. The toilet had one of those plasticky toilet seats and we had intended to change it but hadn't done it yet. And THAT was where the smelly,

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Isn't our new Mac Mini adorable? Okay...it's not really 'ours'. It's my husband's. It's the one I was going to wait until Monday to get him for his birthday. We went and got it today from the Apple Store at the Boob Job Mall (from another post, too lazy to link), which, I might add is a freaking zoo. And very white. Whoever came up with the interior design scheme for the Apple Stores has watched

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As you can see in the sidebar, I've jumped on the "Rent My Blog" bandwagon. I don't want to be the only one without a renter OR a silly little purse-sized dog.My new renter for the week is Callista from Inconceivable. I got several bids but I selected her blog because I thought she was a good fit for Moonshine. I read a good bit of her blog and was quite taken with it. I laughed. I cried. I'm not

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1138376700723587842006-01-27T11:09:00.000-05:002006-01-27T21:22:07.683-05:00

Today is my husband's birthday. I'm a bad wife. A very bad wife. I have no gift for him (or cake or card) We just had freaking Christmas. I got him all the things I could think of then. I was going to use my first paycheck from my awesome new job (that hardly anyone even gave a crap about when I posted about it) to get him a new Mac Mini for his studio but I don't get paid until Monday. So, per

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1138251837401032532006-01-26T13:22:00.000-05:002006-01-26T17:04:06.640-05:00

As you can see, I finally added a picture to my profile. This is a huge step for me. I'm not entirely comfortable with it being so visible. Depending on my anxiety level, it might disappear or turn up in some less "HEY LOOK AT ME" spot on my blog. I'm not a privacy nut, per se, but I've been online a long time and I've learned a few things about revealing information to the world. One day, maybe

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Holy Mother of Jesus! I didn't realize the power I wield. I had no idea that with just one post, I'd be able to alienate and freak out hundreds, possibly thousands, of visitors and scare them into submission. Well, consider the mood here lightened. I made a post in honor of my dead friend but I am still very much alive and waiting for some action, dammit! Action!So stop tiptoeing around and

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On this day last year, I got an email from my old college friend Lynn's husband, in reply to one I had sent her a few weeks after Christmas. He asked that I please call him at my earliest convenience. A bad feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I did not need to call him to know something terrible had happened to my friend. But I did call him and my worst fears were confirmed. Lynn had been

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Tagged by DazedFour Jobs I've Had in My Life:1. Bakery clerk (high school)2. Teacher of developmentally-disabled persons3. Graphic/ Web Designer4. Macintosh Tech Support/Corporate TrainerFour Movies I Could Watch Over and Over:1. Blow2. You've Got Mail3. Sixteen Candles4. School 0f RockFour TV Shows I Love to Watch:1. Nip/Tuck2. Desperate Housewives3. Grey's Anatomy4. Felicity re-runs on WE/ Sex

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1138113811992433762006-01-24T09:43:00.000-05:002006-01-24T21:36:47.066-05:00

I'm so tired of being tired. My husband is going out of town next month for about 4 days. He gloated this morning about how it's going to be so great to get a full night's sleep and not be woken up 2-3 times a night by our resident teething insomniac and I got SO mad at him. When is it going to be MY turn to get a full night of sleep? Hmm? Grrrrr...

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Not much happening today.Had a busy, busy day yesterday. Went down to the water and watched a big parade and stayed for fireworks. Met up with friends and their kids. Saw tons of people I know or knew.It's funny how all the people I used to party with are now having kids. They must be thinking the same thing about me that I am about them, which is: "Holy shit...I can't believe you're someone's

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1137955529667795732006-01-22T23:07:00.000-05:002006-01-23T14:48:47.560-05:00

Anyone watch Grey's Anatomy tonight? It wasn't that great. PD looked good but doesn't get enough screen time. Ever. It's annoying. Who thinks Derek and Addison have chemistry? Not me. I'm just waiting for him and Meredith to start shaggin' again. It's only a matter of time...

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You may have noticed that I 've added a bunch of new links to my blogroll. Here's my take on blogrolling...If I read your blog more than a few times, I bookmark you. If I anticipate that perhaps I might go back and read it again, I blogroll you. For me it's just a simple way of keeping track of regular reads and being able to see when someone has made a new post so I don't have to keep checking

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for the stupidest parents on the planet goes to Anette and Landon Pharris. These are the dipshits that hired a stripper for their 16 yr old son's birthday and got arrested for it after taking the pictures of their monumental error in judgement to a local Walgreens to get them developed. You can read all about it here. Below is a photo of the stripper (left) and the birthday girl boy, Landon

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I did this kind of late on Thursday so I don't expect any participation but my exhibitionistic, narcissistic, "look at me!" side wants everyone to know this information. It's IMPORTANT.Regarding my list...some are current faves, some are old or long-time faves. All are tasty nuggets of TV goodness, which in my opinion, are in short supply these days. Does the world really need 37 different crime

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1137701085703846052006-01-19T22:01:00.000-05:002006-01-21T13:18:05.326-05:00

It really, REALLY irritates me when people who don't even have children give you unsolicited parenting advice. Thanks, but no thanks. I'm just really not in the mood for any simplistic, one-size-fits-all-advice-from-someone-without-a-clue-about-children this year.The best, however, is the way they give you this unsolicited advice. It usually starts with "Well, why don't you just...yada yada yada

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I love, love, love getting rid of stuff. LOVE, dammit. This conflicts directly with my other love of ACQUIRING stuff. It's mostly second-hand stuff for which I always have grand plans. Unfortunately, since giving up my garage and larger house in the 'burbs, I have neither the time or the space to store or restore a lot of this stuff. Thus, my love of purging has developed into a way to make peace

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Did you ever have one of those days where you wished your mouth had an OFF switch? Maybe because you found yourself blathering on and on uncontrollably to the grandmother of your daughter's friends? She's a pretty cool grandma. You can tell she used to be an arty, liberal hipster type but still...did I HAVE to do that to her? I was like a meth monster with a bad case of oral diarrhea — blah, blah

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"Aunt Flo" Ugh...I've always hated that stupid expression that signified the arrival of of one's period. Why can't women just say "I got my PERIOD"? Today I got mine for the first time in 16 months. I knew it would return eventually but I was rather enjoying NOT having the bloating and the zits and the moodiness and everything else that comes with the arrival of MY PERIOD. I was blaming a lot

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On any given day, it wouldn't be unusual, if you could read my mind, to hear me asking myself "What have I done???" This would be a reference to my children and the fact that we decided to have another one when the first one was 4 and becoming very independent. Now I'm up to my ears in more laundry, diapers, baby food, bottles and nursing pads that seem to end up all over the house. As if that

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FridayI met a friend at the mall today. Our daughters are good friends so we chose the mall with the big-ass play area so they could run around and get their ya-ya's out while we talked. In my head, I refer to this as the Boob Job Mall. Why? Well, because it is a an "upscale" mall intended for people with an excessive amount of disposable income (which begs the question--> Then why do YOU go

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1137078062245917502006-01-12T10:01:00.000-05:002006-01-18T16:28:44.130-05:00

Good morning, everyone! Before you even consider looking at the photo before you (is it my leg OR my arm?), De-Lurk!Now...as promised, I am participating in HNT and dedicating it to those who, in keeping with National De-Lurking Week, have posted comments since Monday, with a special nod to Janky. For those of you who have STILL not de-lurked, and there are many, the time is now! Just do it!

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I got a job! It's part-time doing web design and updating. The money is great and they gave me an eMac G4 700 mhz to use at home. This is like 600 times better than my own computer (G3 266 mhz). I'm so psyched. For so long I've been trying to find a steady gig working from home that also doesn't happen to suck. Most of the freelance work I get is crappy production work which basically means doing

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1136993368771503382006-01-11T10:28:00.000-05:002006-01-12T02:55:02.360-05:00

An exchange in my house this morning...Daughter: Are you not tired anymore? (to me after I finished working out)Me: Well, I'm still tired but I'm less stressedDaughter: (looks perplexed)Me: Stress. It's what makes mommy crazyDaughter: (face brightens) Oh yeah!PS... De-lurking is good for the soul!

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Hello all! Have you De-lurked?MondayI took the kids to get a flu shot today. I had to go to the health department because their regular pediatrician doesn't have the mercury-free shots. WELL WHY THE HELL NOT??? They started making them mercury-free specifically because parents were concerned about this neurotoxin being used in flu shots but the pediatrician, a doctor for children, doesn't have

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1136834761015508792006-01-09T14:25:00.000-05:002006-01-09T23:28:38.950-05:00

It's National De-lurking Week! This means that instead of just coming and reading and leaving, you leave a comment and say hello or what have you. While you may think your comments are not important, I assure you that myself and most other bloggers really like hearing from you — so say HELLO, dammit! Oh, come on. It'll be fun. Okay, it may not be fun, per se, but it would make me really, really

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3:45 pm My son is sleeping in his crib. This may not seem like a big deal but I assure you it's MAJOR! We've been trying to get him to sleep in his crib for a couple weeks and he does nothing but scream and we always wimp out because we are pathetic suckers. Okay. You're right. My husband is not a sucker. It's me. I'm the pathetic sucker. Now I can't guarantee that he will sleep for long but who

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1136482744047163082006-01-05T12:38:00.000-05:002006-01-07T20:22:12.243-05:00

As promised, my opus is finally complete.100 Things About Me: A Navel Gazing Extravaganza(P.S. Please know that whenever I seem insufferably conceited, I'm totally joking)

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Do you think it's pointless to chronicle all the details of your life if you're the only one reading it? That's not rhetorical. I really want to know. I never cared for journaling all that much. I only enjoyed the part in my "Writing as Self-Discovery" class where the teacher read our journals aloud to the class. I am so NOT your classic exhibitionist, as the recent Glamour article onwomen

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This afternoon I asked my daughter to watch the baby for a minute while I did something on my computer (a mere 10 feet away). She's usually very good about watching him while I run to the bathroom etc. In her quest to figure out how to turn on Playhouse Disney, she walked away from the him and in that instant he fell off the sofa. Apparently, he was reaching downward to the floor for the remote

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Hope everyone had a fun and safe New Years Eve. I watched Dick Clark while I chatted on the phone and folded laundry. Yes, I know. I really need to stop living in the fast lane. I have children to consider now. But anyway...do you guys know how they use plastic-coated wire to secure Barbie dolls to the cardboard inside the box? I hate to say this but I think that's what they did with Dick Clark.

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1136047446993479382005-12-31T11:44:00.000-05:002006-01-06T16:41:12.776-05:00

My little guy is getting a tooth and he's not sleeping for more than a couple hours (or less) at a time. This means I am not sleeping at all. *yawn* I've tried everything. Anyone know any secrets to settling cranky, teething babies? You'd think I'd never done any of this before but I actually have and all I can say is don't ever count on your second baby to be anything like your first. That's my

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1135882173957095952005-12-29T13:46:00.000-05:002005-12-31T18:42:36.396-05:00

Thursday 1:15 amIn case you were wondering what I did all day today, in no particular order...- Read daughter 2,817 books. Okay, it was more like 7.- Briefly considered going to the grocery store. Decided hunger was more palateable- Found daughter slathering herself from head to toe in body glitter gel. Decided there were worse things, such as covering herself in magic marker. Again. "They're

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1135457490059689672005-12-24T15:47:00.000-05:002006-03-30T01:00:52.760-05:00

It's the day before Christmas and all through the house, every one of us is miserable, so I turn to my mouse (sorry, I couldn't resist). Anyway, both kids were up several times last night with various issues and maladies and at one point, around 3am, the baby decided he wanted to play. It wasn't as cute as it sounds. Eventually, we had to divide and conquer and each of us slept in a room with a

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1135389624214063462005-12-23T20:59:00.000-05:002006-01-06T11:29:33.200-05:00

Someone recently left a copy of US magazine at my house. While I usually reserve my celebrity catch-up reading for the doctor's waiting room, I was compelled to read about how celeb moms are under such pressure to lose their baby weight and of course, all about their personal dramas of postpartum weight loss. Hah! There was NO drama to be found. Nothing but personal trainers and low-carb

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1135305354526889862005-12-22T21:35:00.000-05:002005-12-23T12:06:28.876-05:00

*An Exchange This Morning*5 yr old: Mommy, can I have some more milk?Me: Can you wait a sec? I have to go to the bathroom.5 yr old: You're going pee again?Me: No. I'm going poop this time. Is that okay with you?5 yr old: (ponders about this for at least 10 seconds) Okay. But hurry up.Some things for my daughter's stocking:1) A dispenser of Scotch tape; she loves this stuff so much. Only the next

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1135103561272599242005-12-20T13:25:00.000-05:002005-12-20T13:32:41.273-05:00

I dare you to name the 80's movie my husband references in 6 words. I'll set the scene for you...My husband and I are laying on the bed with the baby early this morning. I have to get up for a minute. When I return the baby is crying.Me: Awww...he's upset. Were you ignoring him?My Husband: Nobody puts Baby in the corner

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When I referred to my home as the Palace O' Bodily Fluids (and Other Icky Things), I'm sure most of my guests here thought I was kidding or taking a bit of artistic license. In an ideal world, my friends, in an ideal world... In the past 48 hours, I have endured an exploding and continuously oozing abcess, compliments of my geriatric cat, numerous leaky diapers and three episodes of projectile

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1135004232375443902005-12-19T09:55:00.000-05:002006-01-06T11:33:13.280-05:00

Saturday 12/18As I sit here, I can turn my head in only one direction; left (Fortunately, I can use my computer. There is a God.) It all started early this morning when the devil baby decided to melt down after a rather pleasant time. He's sick so I guess he's feeling really crappy and I should have seen it coming. At the time, however, his shrieking was stressing me out to no end and while I sat

IzzyMomnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265343.post-1134794045351395102005-12-16T23:33:00.000-05:002006-01-15T23:18:32.526-05:00

1) Kelly Ripa REALLY needs to lay off the spray-on sunless tanning stuff unless, of course, she means to be orange in which case she's doing a fantastic job.2) Preschool Age Daughter: And this is the flag for Germany. They call it Germany because they have germs on their knees.3) Kmart is and always will be...Kmart. It's a discount store that isn't really all that cheap. Some of the Martha

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I swore I would not go near my blog today because I just have too much stuff to do. Reallly important stuff like packing up and mailing gifts for the nieces and nephews I haven't seen in nearly two years and cleaning my messy-ass house so I can host a visit from my stepmother which is, in some ways, an exercise in masochism. Aren't the holidays GREAT? As you can see, my attitude needs a little

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Where are they all hiding? I'm starting to feel like an endangered species here. Is it so much to ask for a witty comrade with a sense of humor *gasp* or maybe someone a wee bit progressive in their thinking? I know having kids changes people but seriously, you don't have to turn into boring tightasses. What's even worse is when you find someone kind of cool and their husband isn't. That means

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My baby is so annoying this week. I love him with all my heart so it's okay for me to say that. He's really high-maintenance. It was my recollection that babies got easier after 6 months or so. Not this one. I always thought my daughter was kind of difficult but in retrospect, she was positively mellow compared to him and she, herself, is kind of intense. He goes from 0 to 60 in about 3 seconds.

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