Yesterday, I wrote a post about a conversation that took place between my friend and I. Fearing E.O. would appear at my doorstep with flowers and candy, I decided to pull the post within an hour of publishing. After all, I’m an ice cream kind of gal. Flowers and candy do not impress me, and I didn’t want to risk finding out E.O. is lactose intolerant.
I’ve written and published 290 posts since beginning this blog in January 2010. Prior to last night, I had not pulled any posts.
When I tried to go to bed last night, my mind went into overdrive. I had visions of me walking around with a notebook and cassette recorder, talking with friends and family. During discussions, my friends and family would ask, “Are you putting this conversation on the record?” As the scenes in my head played out, I noticed conversations began to come to a halt whenever I walked into a room. Continue reading “On the Record”→
.:: I Won’t Forget
My Mom left a voice mail. I need to get back to her. I won’t forget.
Oh. The Mortgage is due soon. I need to pay it. I won’t forget.
I haven’t fed the dogs, yet. I’ll get to it in a second.
The trash needs to go out. Let me start the laundry first, I won’t forget.
My sister’s birthday is coming up. I need to mail her card. I’ll do that later; I won’t forget.
I need to register Joe for art class. It’s on my list. I won’t forget.
Joe’s art class starts today! Did I register? I forgot.
My sister didn’t get her card. It is still on the counter. I forgot.
The trash man just left. The trash is still here. I forgot.
The dogs are hungry. They did not get fed. I forgot.
The mortgage is due today. I forgot to pay it earlier.
The phone rings. It’s my Mom. “Hey! I was going to call you . . .”
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Try to remember
Jotted down a reminder
Though forgetting where
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.:: Beetles, Grubs and Worms – Oh my!
A nature table. Joe’s teacher brought in a nature table. His eyes lit up! He knew just what he wanted to add to the nature table.
“Can I bring my beetles to school tomorrow? Ms. Teacher bought a nature table.”
“Gosh, Joe. I’ll have to check with your teacher. I’m not sure a nature table is an indication that beetles can come to school with you.” I said.
After shooting an email Joe’s teacher, I was informed that Joe was allowed to bring his beetles to school. Then I replied and let her know the beetles would be alive – not dead. The response changed slightly. The beetles were still welcome in the classroom, but instructions for keeping the beetles alive were needed.
Keeping the beetles alive? What? It was a miracle if Joe’s bug collection lasted overnight. You mean she wants these things to live? Wow, what a novel concept; so, with that, we created a thriving habitat for Joe’s beetles. And happily living with the beetles are two worms and four grubs.
Perhaps surprisingly, Joe’s teacher let me know the bug habitat was a hit with the entire classroom. More surprisingly, the bugs continue to thrive. I do believe Joe has a secure future in entomology.
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If it crawls, if it creeps,
Joe will love it heaps.
Digging for bugs brings him pleasure
To him, finding insects is finding treasure.
Proud of the beetles he reaps.
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Joe takes a friend to school.
.:: Charlie Goes to School
Every day, literally every day, Joe asks me if Charlie can come with him to school. Joe wants to show Charlie everything in his classroom, as well as teach him all the things he, himself, is learning. Earlier this week, I finally asked Joe’s teacher if Charlie could attend Joe’s class this week. She said yes.
After filling out the ‘in case of emergency’ paperwork, Charlie was set to go to school with Joe. “Wait Mommy.” Joe says. “You have to buy Charlie a lunch box before he goes to school with me. Charlie needs a lunch box at school.”
Being the accommodating Mom, I adhered to Joe’s request (or was it a demand?). I ordered a lunch box and paid to have it shipped as a ‘rush’, ensuring it would arrive in time for Charlie’s big day. Charlie’s daycare provider was scheduled to take Friday off work, so Friday was the target day for Charlie to go with Joe.
Welcome to Friday. Today is the day Charlie is going to school with Joe. And yes, the lunch box arrived in time. If Charlie’s excitement in opening the package and pulling out his new lunch box is any indication, he will love this day at school with Joe.
Still, I’m not sure Charlie is ready for this; *sigh* okay, I’m not sure I’m ready for this. Alas, today Charlie gets his first sweet taste of kindergarten. And I? Well, I get my first bittersweet taste of having both boys in school, and I think it tastes more bitter than sweet.
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He’s ready to go; he’s ready to grow.
But this parent wishes he’d take it slow.
Charlie wants to be like his big brother.
But lingering at little is the wish of his mother.
My toddlers are kids now, for this am I ready?
Thankfully, both of them still sleep with their teddy.
Mr. Writer’s Block has come to call.
I do not like this guest at all.
All week my mind had drawn a blank.
And now I struggle, let’s be frank.
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.:: The 40th Day
Today is the 40th day of my ice cream fast. And as silly and as trivial as it sounds, I did not think I would be able to abstain from ice cream for 40 days. I must admit the beer, the cigarettes and the wine made the ice cream abstinence bearable.
Though the fast got easier as the days passed, I am amazed at how much I missed the ice cream. Make no mistake, though ice cream is legal and has no immediate mind-altering side effects – well, my mind is altered, but I won’t go there – the frozen dairy delight is addictive. Assuming you are not lactose intolerant but you have an addictive personality, you, too, could find yourself addicted to the frozen dairy decadence.
More often than not, during this fast, if I felt stressed, cornered or upset, I instantly thought I would feel better with a serving (or four) of Phish Food or S’mores. Instead of resorting to my friends Ben & Jerry, I worked out the tension a la naturale, or something like that.
So, now I know I can go without ice cream for a prolonged period of time. And surprisingly, I’m not overly excited about having ice cream tomorrow. Who knows. Maybe I won’t have any of the cold, creamy goodness called ice cream. Mmm…cold, creamy goodness. . .
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The ice cream rhyme should go right [here]
Though my lack of inspiration is quite clear.
I tried to be creative; I tried to be clever.
But Blog-wise, this is the worst week ever.
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