May 19, 2006
Five Things
I saw this over at Thinking About and thought I would give it a go.
In my fridge:
- Sprout bread. It sounds gross, I know. But my husband brought it home and it grew on me. It’s especially good as toast, with a little butter and cinnamon.
- Lots of containers of half eaten baby food.
- A teether toy or two.
- Diet Rite-I can’t live without it.
- Paul Newman Family Italian dressing-I can’t be without it either.
In my car:
- My bo and my tunfa weapons.
- Two strollers: one for rough terrain, one for shopping (neither of which Lil C will tolerate for more than five minutes).
- Two Shakira CD’s.
- A pen for writing down Litter Butts info.
- About four gazillion toys that have been thrown in a fit of giggles by Lil C.
In my purse:
- Entirely too many pictures of my kids. I still have pictures of Big I when she was a baby (and when I say pictures, I mean every single one she’s ever had taken since she was born).
- As if the pictures in the wallet weren’t enough, I also have two mini photo albums of my kids.
- A wallet with entirely too much junk in it, yet little or no money. My husband calls it a "Costanza" wallet. Ever see that Seinfeld episode?
- Tissues, because I finally got with it and decided to be a good Mom.
- Tweezers, because somehow the light outside in the car is always so much better than inside.
In my closet:
- A collection of bridesmaid dresses that I’m keeping around so my girls can play dress up.
- A ton of clothes that I don’t wear but have some sort of sentimental connection to for some odd reason, so in the closet they will stay.
- Some maternity clothes that I forgot to pack up with the rest of it.
- A ton of pointy-toed-backless heels in a wide variety of cool colors.
- Depending on the moment, possibly my daughter pretending to be a scary monster.
In my head:
- Why is it that we’ve called an end to Mommy Wars, no problem (thank goodness); but political name-calling is perfectly acceptable?
- Why can some completely incompetent people pop out kid after kid, but one of my best friends (who is a fabulous Mother) can’t seem to after 17 months of heart-breaking trying?
- How will I possibly keep my sanity while packing for vacation for not one, but two kids this year (one who requires an awful lot of extra equipment)?
- How annoying is it that EVERYWHERE you go there seem to be cliques: kindergarten orientation, neighborhoods, playgroups, even in the blogging world strangely enough?
- Pain, because I’ve had a headache on and off all week long which is making me feel especially grumpy and miserable, which probably explains all this other stuff in my head.
I won’t tag anyone for this one. If you want to, go for it. I’ve got too much of a headache to be an enforcer this week. Also, I don’t know who I’d tag since I already pulled my tag-a-famous-blogger stunt with smashing results. So, if you want to, go for it and let me know you did.
Comments
4 Comments on Five Things
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lildb on
Fri, 19th May 2006 2:35 am
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junebee on
Fri, 19th May 2006 2:03 pm
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J on
Fri, 19th May 2006 4:29 pm
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Kristi on
Sat, 20th May 2006 1:46 pm
1) dude. around here, the Paul Newman’s family italian dressing is the household ambrosia. we try not to fight over it, but we always end up a bit disgruntled if there’s only enough left for one person’s salad. (hmmm. upon consideration, that’s way beyond sad.)
2) I. hate. cliques.
3) can I do your meme? (smiles sheepishly)
4) you get to go on vacation (even with the extry packing notwithstanding)? lucky. (grumbling heard softly over typing.)
5) thanks for stopping by my place! I like your digs, man.
Too cute about daughter pretending to be a scary monster.
Yay! thanks for playing. This was a fun one. I wish your friend had my cousin’s fertility…she isn’t fit to be a parent to a cat, and she has 4 kids. Bitch. Only because she’s such a crappy all around person-victim-type. Sorry.
That was a cool meme. My fridge is pretty much empty, especially if you ask the kids, my car is a disaster, I can’t find a thing in my purse, my closet is full of laundry, and my head, I’m not sure where that is.











