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  • Thursday, November 30, 2006

    Reverse Cycling...

    And I'm not talking about riding your bicycle backwards. I was surfing a lot of breastfeeding sites yesterday and I came across what I think may be happening with Baby Liv and me.

    It's called
    reverse cycling.

    This is a term that is used to describe the nursing pattern of a baby who nurses a lot in evening and (or) night time hours rather than the "normal" daytime hours. And it has everything to do with her missing me while I'm at work. When I think about it, I nurse a lot after I fall asleep. She and I wake up frequently to nurse. And she only gets one bottle a day while I'm at work. She likes to hold out for the real thing. Who wouldn't?

    Here's a clip of what I read:

    "A working mom can be confused by a baby who is reverse cycling because she is providing the baby nourishment while she is away at work by leaving pumped milk or formula, yet baby still wakes often at night to nurse. It is very important for moms to realize that nursing a baby is not 'just' about food. Babies who are away from mom for any period of time often have a great need or desire to 'reconnect' with her, and thus baby 'reverse-cycles', but it may not be 'all about' nutritional needs.

    Other times baby will simply take enough expressed breastmilk to hold them over until they are reunited with mom. Moms may worry about the meager amount of milk baby takes in during the day, however, if the baby has unrestricted access to the breast at night and nurses often, then baby almost always takes in enough milk for optimal growth and development. Allowing baby to reverse cycle often helps mom maintain milk supply when she is working, especially if she has limited time to pump milk during her workday.

    A working mom may find that if baby reverse cycles, she may not need to pump as much breastmilk for baby to have at the sitter. Baby sort of goes into low gear, sometimes sleeping more while at the sitter's and then when reunited with mother, baby will nurse frequently to sate the nutritional and emotional needs.

    Most breastfeeding experts agree that the easiest way to cope with a baby who is reverse cycling is to co-sleep, or sleep near the baby for 'easy access' throughout the night."

    Okay. I feel better now. Maybe she's not really weaning. Maybe I just don't realize how often I nurse at night. It's at least three or four times a night after I already fall asleep; we've co-slept since the day she was born. What can I say? She loves me.

    Breathe, Amy.

    Wednesday, November 29, 2006

    I Don't Ever Want To Wean Her...

    I just don't ever want to do it.

    Baby Liv seems to be nursing less lately. It could be teething. It could be anything. She's almost eight months old and she really, really loves her baby foods and cereals. She's a little pig. I just can't seem to shake that awful feeling I get from thinking about saying goodbye to my wonderful breastfeeding experience in the future. So, I'm forcing myself to believe that I'll be ready to let go of it when she is. I'm a mess about it, really. And it could be partly hormonal, too. A woman goes through a "baby blues" period when nursing stops, a sort of postponement of postpartum blues, but we all know that I had/have postpartum depression. I still take my meds, you know.

    I'm not pumping as much in quantity as I was before. I'm lucky if I can fill a bottle for one feeding for her while I'm at work. And that's pumping twice. Maybe my body's just adjusting to her needs. Whatever it is, I hate it. It makes me sad, right to the core. I don't want to wean her. Ever. I've never been closer to another human being before. The ability to sustain a life while it's inside you and to nourish it while it's outside of you is indescribable. And to have it end, or to even comtemplate the ending of it, is shattering. Even my cold, dead, black heart feels something.

    Oh, the horror of it all. I guess it could be equivalent to her just moving out of the house and not saying goodbye. I know I'm exaggerating...a little. I just don't ever want to wean her. I want to keep her nestled in my arms forever.

    I'm not planning on weaning her until she's ready. I was hoping for a full year of it and maybe we can do it. I've just been making mental notes that have pointed to her striving for her own independence. It makes me just want to keep making babies so that I can keep nursing until the day I die.

    You can cremate me with my nursing bra on, you know. And don't forget to throw my breast pump in, too.

    My heart feels sick. Gah!

    Tuesday, November 28, 2006

    Feeling Nostalgic...

    This picture brings back warm memories of what I wrote last year. I love the holiday season!

    Monday, November 27, 2006


    1. These "Bible-beaters" want this book removed from a high school in Wisconsin. They've probably never even read it, to be honest. They just know they don't like the content, no matter how true or relevant it is to the school's curriculum. I guess they need to shield themselves and their children. You can't hide forever, you know.

    2. This man should be shot. Or at least hung upside down and disemboweled in public. I read this and almost died. Here's a taste of what the article was about:

    “Free baby boy to good home. My ex-girlfriend had him a few weeks ago, but now he just sits in my closet and cries. I'm not too sure how to deal with it, and I'm in a pretty low financial spot. I lost all the baby accessories. Batteries not included. Transaction final. No returns. Guaranteed not DOA.”

    3. "Ten is the new fifteen." Being the mother of two small children, this scares me. I mean, I am truly rattled. What's next? And how do you weave that delicate balance without having to raise them in cages to protect them from themselves and society? Yeah...I'm not good at letting go; we know this already.

    What are people thinking? I'm completely disgusted.

    Sunday, November 26, 2006

    Nothing But Love...

    It's always hard to see her go back home to Kansas, but I know one thing, for sure. The time My Sister gets to spend with my kids is nothing short of wonderful. They don't see each other often, but when they do, it's full of fun, frolicking, and happiness. And these times are precious to my family and me. I'm so happy she and her family came in for Thanksgiving. We always look forward to her visits. I miss her already, but the memories of her being here will be forever etched in my mind and my heart. I love you, Orphie! I'll make that CD of pictures and send it to you faster than it takes for you to drive home.
    Baby Jack and My Sister...

    ...and Baby Liv and My Sister...nothing but love.

    Saturday, November 25, 2006

    Learning New Things...

    That's Baby Liv and me getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner. She learned how to act like a little lady. Baby Jack, however,...

    ...learned how to take the wind out of his cousin, Bubba;

    ...learned how to share a donut with his cousin, Bubba;

    ...hung around with his Ciocia Sue (My Sister), and...

    ...he learned how to locate the leftovers now. He also found out where we keep the Coca-Cola. Uh-oh...

    Friday, November 24, 2006


    Baby Liv and Baby Jack truly love each other. The picture might be a little blurry from their movement, but the moment is captured well. I think they're going to have a wonderful relationship when they get older. It's already started off quite well. I have a feeling they're going to be the best of friends.
    Can you feel the love?

    Thursday, November 23, 2006


    I am grateful for many things this Thanksgiving. Family, love, friends, health, etc. all are part of it. There are so many things to be grateful for, really. And to name them all would take me forever. Just know that my being grateful this Thanksgiving means a lot, given the many things that have been going on here this year. So, instead, I'll leave you with a little holiday humor, just like I did last year. Look closely; some of you may remember this one:

    Happy Thanksgiving! May you eat so much that your pants don't fit when you're done. Heh...

    Wednesday, November 22, 2006


    My Sister and her family are driving in from Kansas today. They leave this morning and should all be arriving sometime this afternoon (or evening, depending on the traffic). I can't wait! I haven't seen them in a while and I miss them a lot. It should be quite a busy weekend for all of us.

    I'm sure I'll have plenty of pictures to post from our visit. You know me. I'm very thankful to have them in my life. I've got quite a wonderful family, you know.

    I'm so excited about them coming here! Oops, I think a little pee came out!

    Tuesday, November 21, 2006


    Touch. Feel. Liv.

    There's a product out there named after my daughter. Okay, it's not really named after Baby Liv, but when I saw the ad in the paper, my jaw nearly dropped. My little girl's name is not one you see everywhere, so you can imagine how startling it was, at first, to see it on a product being sold in a major store.

    It's something that could be of great use to many women out there, too. Whether or not it works, I don't really know. Regardless, it was a bit of a shock when I saw it at Walgreens. It's a product conceived by breast cancer survivor, Olivia Newton-John.

    I cut the ad out and I intend on saving it for Baby Liv when she gets older. It's on my fridge right now. I don't know what she'll think of it, but I think it's pretty cool. The concept of the product is wonderful and the fact that it's got my little girl's name on it is just an added plus. I hope women take advantage of it. Early detection is key.

    On a whim, I searched for products and/or companies with my name in them. There's an Asian food company with my first name out there. Are there any products out there named after you? Just curious.

    Monday, November 20, 2006

    Rub My Belly...

    My dog Java is a whore for affection.
    (An alternate title for this post was "Puppy Porn," but I decided to change it. I don't want traffic from sickos, if you know what I mean.)

    Sunday, November 19, 2006

    Strong Improvements...

    In the past couple of days, Hubby has made some strong improvements in his recovery from back surgery. He's being "zapped" less by certain movements and his pain is more of a dull ache down his left leg. He's not completely pain-free, but that's to be expected since his surgery wasn't even two weeks ago. His back is still very sore, but it's also itchy at the site of his incision because he's healing. He has an appointment with his surgeon tomorrow, so we'll get a clearer picture on what's expected, recovery-wise.

    It's getting better. That's all that matters to us. It may take a little longer than we anticipated, but we're hopeful that he'll get to where he needs to be. It seems like the nerve isn't as inflamed as it was a week ago. Little by little, we'll get there. The human body is a remarkable machine.

    He's "turned the corner," as my Mom says. And what a relief that is!

    Saturday, November 18, 2006

    Fun At Breakfast...

    "I don't know; what do you think? Should we smile for the camera?"

    "Okay, Mom. Cheese!"

    Do you see the secret language Baby Liv and Baby Jack have? I sure do.

    (SIDENOTE: These pictures were taken yesterday morning at around 6:30am when I attempted to feed both children breakfast at the same time for the first time ever. I usually feed them at separate times, but I wanted to try something new with our morning routine. It actually turned out to be a great experience and quite a lot of fun in the process. And, yes...I do keep my camera with me at all times for moments like these.)

    Friday, November 17, 2006

    The Good Wife's Guide...

    Click on the picture to read the print. If you're anything like me, it'll make you nauseous.

    Thursday, November 16, 2006

    Some Good Things...

    I have to make a list of good things that have been happening lately. It's good for my soul.

    1. Baby Jack has finally decided to sit in the tub! Many of you know of his fear of the tub because he fell once and swallowed a bunch of water. Well, the other day, he decided that he was no longer scared of the water and he sat in it. Not only did he sit in the tub, he also made the choice to crawl around in it and splash and have a grand time! This overjoys me to no end.

    2. Baby Liv is an eating machine. Unlike her brother when he was that age, Baby Liv finishes whole jars/tubs of baby foods at each meal, in addition to her cereal. There isn't anything she doesn't eat. Now do you see why I call her "Chubbyfat?" She's my little piggy, my Butterball baby. Heh...

    3. Baby Jack has also had a language explosion. He's repeating letters of the alphabet if we ask him to; he's aware that the letters are in some sort of sequential order; he can also identify two-thirds of the letters if you ask him to point them out. Hubby found a new way to get him to talk; he tells Baby Jack to tell his little sister how to say something and he says it. He also uses certain expressions for certain things consistently. It makes me beam to know that when he says "Mama," he knows what it means.

    4. My babies truly love each other. They giggle at each other; they cuddle; they watch each other's every move. Baby Jack simply just can't wait for Baby Liv to get bigger and do things. He wants a playmate and she has quickly become his best friend. It's amazing to see them interacting with one another. They have their own secret language, you know.

    5. Next week is a three-day work week. What's not to be happy about that?

    6. I have quickly developed a great routine with the kids since Hubby isn't well enough to take over the duties just yet. Our mornings are easy because I prepare everything the night before so that there's no problems. That's the anal retentive organizer in me. Baby Jack's drinks are already in their sippy cups in the fridge; his breakfast is set up so that it's easy to get it ready when he awakens; both kids' clothes are already laid out for them so I don't have to scramble around matching anything; Baby Liv's cereals are measured; her baby foods are set up so that anyone can see what she'll be eating at her next meal; her booby juice is thawing in the fridge for her bottle later in the morning; the coffee pot is ready to go so that I only have to press a button when I wake up; my clothes are laid out; vitamins are set out on the counter for us. There's nothing I haven't covered, really. What I thought would be difficult has turned out to be one of the easiest parts of my day. And it's no big deal if both kids get up before 6am because I'm already set. That's a relief!

    7. I tweezed my eyebrows and they're both even, not that anyone around here ever notices. That's okay; I do them for me. It makes me feel better.

    8. I have successfully resisted the urge to go out and spend money on things I don't need in an effort to boost my spirits. You'll be happy to know that I have avoided the bookstore and the beauty store and I feel good about that. Heh...

    9. It's almost that time of year when I break out the Vince Guaraldi Charlie Brown Christmas CD and play it to death all season long. Baby Jack's song is "Linus and Lucy." I'm pumped about it.

    10. I'm holding a contest in my classes over the Thanksgiving Break, like I do every year. It's my annual "Who Can Gain The Most Weight Over Thanksgiving Weekend? Contest." I've won the past two years, but only because I was pregnant both times. I'm hoping not to win this year. Heh...

    Now it's your turn. What's making you happy lately?

    Wednesday, November 15, 2006

    I Am Taffy...

    Like taffy, I feel like I'm being pulled in many different directions, but I am only human. And unlike taffy, I can break. I am exhausted in many ways; emotionally, mentally, physically, financially. There is only so much one person can take and only so much one family can handle. Right?

    Yesterday, I left work early because my Hubby had to go to the ER. I had noticed the night before that his right leg (the one that doesn't give him trouble due to his back and his surgery one week ago yesterday) had become swollen. It also felt warm to the touch. His pain was also crippling and I became genuinely scared. I suggested that he call the surgeon that performed his laminectomy and that started a war in my home. Hubby didn't want to call; he's a stubborn man. So, what's a good wife to do?

    I called for him when I got to work yesterday morning. The surgeon called me back almost three hours later and told me that his situation wasn't normal and that he should go to the ER immediately to rule out the possibility of a blood clot in his leg. (Gasp!) So, while my Dad stayed with the babies, my MIL took him to the ER. I met them there and my niece went home from work to help care for the babies. I love it when my family pulls together to help in difficult times. It's what we're known for, really. I just wish it didn't have to happen so often sometimes. Crisis is never pleasant.

    As it turns out, Hubby did not have a blood clot in his leg, thankfully. He had an ultrasound that indicated there was no blood clot. What he has, however, is a strained muscle from overcompensating for the bad leg. Whew, right?

    By the time I'd gotten home, I felt drained. I am glad the worst case scenario was eliminated, but the strained muscle will put a slight damper on his recovery time from the back surgery he just had. Not good. He's doing the best he can, as we all are. But that doesn't mean I don't feel like taffy, pulled in every which way and then some.

    I guess there are some silver linings in the clouds that have formed over my family's heads: my niece made a wonderful dinner for us, which Baby Jack decided he would devour voraciously (fried chicken, mashed potatoes with homemade gravy, and corn); Baby Liv decided to eat like a champion and actually get along with those taking care of her; Hubby isn't going to die from a blood clot; and I am just going to keep on getting stronger through it all.

    Yeah...I am like taffy. In order for it to be really, really good, it has to pulled many, many times, over and over, again and again. By the time this is all over, I'm going to be so fucking delicious.

    Tuesday, November 14, 2006

    I Am Predictable...

    When the going gets rough and I feel stressed out to no end, I don't write a post about it. I post something stupid or silly to detract from my worries. Just ask My Sister; she pegged my posting predictabilities a long time ago. I guess, rather than spew my words into cyberspace, it's sometimes just easier to keep them to myself. Just know that my life at this moment is not easy, nor is it easy for those I'm closest to, and it's just not fair at this time. I don't want to write about it, though. I want to be quiet, for a change. I feel that sometimes more is said with silence. So, here goes nothing...


    Number 10:
    Life is sexually transmitted.

    Number 9:
    Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

    Number 8
    Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an
    erection, make him a sandwich.

    Number 7:
    Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.

    Number 6:
    Some people are like a Slinky.....not really good for anything, but
    you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.

    Number 5:
    Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying
    of nothing.

    Number 4:
    All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

    Number 3:
    Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?

    Number 2:
    In the 60s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is
    weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.


    We know exactly where one cow with Mad-cow-disease is located among
    the millions and millions of cows in America but we haven't got a clue as
    to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration and homeland security.* that I've posted something ridiculous, I feel better physically, mentally, and emotionally. Okay, not really, but it was worth a try.

    *No offense if you're an illegal immigrant.

    Monday, November 13, 2006


    That poor girl...heh.

    Sunday, November 12, 2006

    Back To Another Reality For Me...

    Tomorrow, I go back to work for the first time in a week. Hubby had his back surgery last Tuesday and he still has a lot of pain down his left leg. It's unbearable for him at times. I told him he should call his doctor to let him know. Let's see if he calls. Just moving one millimeter the wrong way will make him break into a sweat and curse like a sailor. Shouldn't it have been even slightly better by now?

    Unfortunately, I have to go to work tomorrow and all is still not well at home. But I have to go. And I'm just not ready or rested, really. With everything going on here at home, plus not feeling up to par, myself, I just don't have any time to rest my own body. My cold is kicking my ass and I'm just worried sick all the time.

    We'll have help during the week while I'm at work, though. And that relieves some of my worries. My Dad will be here in the morning before I leave for work and my MIL will relieve him halfway through the day until I get home from work. The kids will adjust, I'm sure. It's just another whirlwind, really, that we're all thrown into. Lucky for all of us involved, kids are resilient. And forgiving.

    I don't want to go to work. I just want to win the lottery and stay home with my babies and Hubby and never have another financial care in the world. Wouldn't you stay home if you could? In a heartbeat, I would.

    Mornings are going to be rough for me, but we'll figure it out. I just want my workdays to go by quickly now. I just want to get by, survive. And I just want all of us to be healthy again.

    If there's a Magic Fairy out there who can make wishes come true, why aren't mine being accommodated? Yeah...I know. Magic Fairies don't exist. Wishful thinking.

    Man, I'm just beat. Beat.

    Saturday, November 11, 2006

    A Little Diversion...

    I'm sick of writing about what's been going on here the past few days. It's wearing on me. I need to put something out into the Blogosphere that is mundane and frivolous. I'm beat, so I need to post something I don't have to think about. How about a joke?

    Ages of Women:

    Age 8: Looks at herself and sees Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty

    Age 15: Looks at herself and sees Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty/Movie
    Star, or if she is PMSing; sees pimples/ugly ("Mom I can't go to school
    like this!")

    Age 20: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
    tall, too straight/too curly" - but she decides she is going out

    Age 30: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
    tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to
    fix it so she's going out anyway.

    Age 40: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too
    tall, too straight/too curly" -but says, "At least, I'm clean" and
    goes out anyway.

    Age 50: Looks at herself and sees 'I am" - and goes wherever she
    wants to.

    Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who
    can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore...goes out and
    conquers the world.

    Age 70: Looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and ability - goes
    out and enjoys life.

    Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a red hat and goes out
    into the world.

    Age 90: Can't see and doesn't worry about it!

    There...I feel better...still tired, but better. Gah!

    Friday, November 10, 2006

    Sharing Isn't Always Good...

    Baby Jack has another cold again. Maybe he just never truly got rid of it the first time. His nose is like a running faucet. That's okay with me because, at least, I know his snots aren't clogging his sinuses up.

    My cold is still hanging on. I got it from Baby Jack the first time. It has migrated into my chest from my head. I can't wait to stop coughing; it wakes up Baby Liv when we're sleeping. And, so far (knock on wood), she doesn't have that nasty cold back. I'm not holding my breath about that, though. It's bound to happen. She's a bit "out of sorts" lately.

    Now let's hope that Hubby doesn't get it. He's got enough to worry about with recovering from his surgery on Tuesday. He doesn't need a head/chest cold to make him cough and give him more pain than he already has.

    There must be something in the water. So many people I know are sick right now. I guess it's that time of year, right? I tried to get a flu shot on Monday, but they refused me because I have a cold. Aarrgghh! It makes me just want to wash the entire house with bleach. Gah!

    Thursday, November 09, 2006

    He's Home...

    Hubby came home from the hospital yesterday at 3pm. I am amazed they let him come home just 28 hours after his back surgery. He's in a lot of pain, but his foot is no longer numb. He has a lot of pain in his leg, more than he went in with. We've been told that the pain will go away with time; we need to remember that it's all still so fresh. His incision in his lower back is about three inches long, closed with steri-strips.

    He goes back to see his surgeon the Monday after Thanksgiving for a follow-up visit. Hopefully, he'll feel better. He can't drive for two weeks or pick up the babies or do anything that might require bending at the waist. It's understandable.

    I'm glad he's home, resting comfortably in our bedroom. He's walked around the house and done the stairs and sat in the dining room, too. He ate, took his meds, and is able to get some rest here. Everyone knows you don't get adequate rest in a hospital.

    The kids missed him and Baby Jack doesn't quite understand why Papa can't pick him up, but he'll never remember this later. He doesn't remember when I couldn't hold him after my C-section with Baby Liv. Kids are resilient, you know.

    I'm really glad I took off the rest of the week from work. It's time well-spent. I missed Report Card Day yesterday, but it's trivial compared to what my husband is going through right now. Family matters most.

    Thanks again for your kind thoughts. They go a long way, you know.

    Wednesday, November 08, 2006

    Operation Update...

    Hubby is in a lot of pain, more than he had anticipated. And he can't believe they're going to send him home 24 hours after his surgery. His left foot is also numb, which it wasn't when he went in. Since it was back surgery, that numbness is a bit alarming right now. I'm thinking it's due to the swelling and I feel confident that he'll be okay soon. He's never had any kind of surgery before (wisdom teeth don't count) and his body has been messed with in a way it never has before. It's virgin territory, if you want to call it that.

    I'm not sure what time he'll be discharged, but I'm just hoping that the pain meds they prescribe are ones that he'll take. Hubby hates putting any substances in his body that aren't naturally already there. He had a Fentanyl drip that he only pressed a few times when he should've been pressing it every ten minutes. That's my husband for you.

    It's too soon to tell how much of a success or failure the operation was. Time will tell. We're hoping that he never has to go through this again. Pain has a way of aging us in ways we never thought.

    Thank you for all your wonderful comments and sentiments. It means a lot.

    Tuesday, November 07, 2006

    Crossing Our Fingers...

    I posted about this not too long ago. Well, today is the day. We'll be at the hospital at 6am for the surgery. If I have time later, I'll post on how it all went. Until then, wish Hubby luck.

    This will hopefully make him feel so much better.

    Monday, November 06, 2006

    Everyone Should Know About This...

    Do you know who your neighbors are?

    I wanted to share a website with you that is a good idea to visit. It is I already emailed it to some people, but if you don't know about it, here it is. This site will show you all the registered sex offenders in your area.

    When you visit this site you can enter your address and a map will pop up with your house as the small icon of a house and red, blue, green, dots surrounding your entire neighborhood. When you click on these dots, a picture of a person will appear with an address and the description of the crime he or she had committed. The best thing is that you can do is show your children pictures and see how close these people live to your home or school. This site was developed by John Walsh from "Americas Most Wanted." It's another tool to help us keep our kids safe.

    Please pass this website on to anyone who has families.

    Sunday, November 05, 2006

    Dear Dumb Lady...

    I realize that you're an elderly woman, but I didn't know you were so stupid. You live across the street from me with your daughter and her husband. You continue to feed "the birds" large pieces of bread from your front stairs every single morning. Do you have any idea how many creatures come looking for your friendliness? Well, let me tell you.

    I've seen possums and raccoons and an inordinate amount of squirrels congregating near your house, waiting for treats. You are not feeding the birds, you nitwit. You are feeding rodents. Squirrels are everywhere and they don't hassle anyone, but when droves of them come out to find the food you leave so they can bring it back to their 'hoods for the winter, it gets a bit disgusting. I'm not even mentioning the fact that I saw one crawl across my window ledge during breakfast yesterday. Don't even get me started on the possums living in your yard and the raccoons that scale the large tree in front of your house with their babies. Yes, babies! That means there's many of them and they're only going to keep breeding.

    I have small children and dogs to protect from the vermin you're attracting because you're being generous. Stop. Or I will be forced to kill these rodents with my own bare hands and neatly place them in your fucking mailbox.

    Are we clear?

    P.S. Feeding the birds is against the law here and you could pay a fine if caught. Maybe I should just call the police and Animal Control, instead. Nah...the mailbox thing would make me feel so much better. And maybe you'd drop dead from shock.

    (SIDENOTE: Yeah. I know I'm going to hell for that last sentence. That's okay because I'll have plenty of friends there. Heh...)

    Saturday, November 04, 2006

    Halloween Pictures...Finally!...

    Baby Jack was a puppy; Baby Liv was a pumpkin; my niece Blondie was a puppy, too, and she's pictured with our dog Java (who had the lower half of a witch coming out of her head) and her dog Linus (who had the witch's head on).

    Friday, November 03, 2006

    The Beans...

    Guess what my dog Java (a.k.a. "The Beans") found yesterday morning at 5am? A BAT! It was by the garage where a fuckton of leaves had gathered from the trees. She wouldn't get away from it when I let her out, only I didn't KNOW it was a bat! I figured it was probably a mouse or a dead bird, given her stance and her demeanor at the moment (Translation: she was a raging guard dog, silently waiting to attack.).

    Anyone who knows my dog knows that she's the sweetest, most lovable dog in the world and would never harm you; she'd only ever lick you to death. Or so I thought. She stood like a Pointer sniffing out a bird (even though she's a Lab, not a Pointer), with a straight tail and all her hair standing up, not uttering a single growl or bark. I noticed that she'd get close to it and then jump away from it, several times. After calling her for the 100th time, I decided to go out there in my pajamas (while it was 24 degrees out!) and drag her back into the house.

    Once I got closer to her, the BAT flew away. And by the way it flew, I knew that that was NO bird. When I got her into the house, I inspected her face to make sure she hadn't been scratched or bitten. If you recall, my mother had a bat near her front door not too long ago. What is it with the bat epidemic in Chicago? Is it me or do bats just love the Windy City?

    And what do you suppose I did after I carefully inspected her?

    Yup. I gave her a cookie...for not being the dumb dog I thought she was. If she had been dumb, she wouldn't have alerted me with her odd behavior. She would've brought the damn thing to me and contracted rabies in the process!

    Java has proven me wrong. She is not dumb at all; she's smarter than she looks. And Hubby will never let me live that down; he's the one who insists she's not dumb and gets offended when I say she is.

    She's The Beans, after all. And she's a damn good dog.

    Thursday, November 02, 2006

    Getting Pissed Now...

    I've been trying to upload my Halloween pictures to Blogger (or Booger, if you like to call it that) for two days now with no luck. I'm getting sick of it! They're cute pictures, too. I'll probably have to post them through Picasa because Booger isn't doing me any favors by being fussy.

    In other news, I have a raging cold. It started yesterday. On my way home from work, I felt "off." I wound up going to bed before 8pm last night, too. And I didn't wake up feeling any better today; I feel worse. It's a head cold, I'm sure (caught from my babies who had it about two weeks ago). What ever happened to "Mommy Immunity?" I thought Mommy's were immune to their children's colds! And it's just in time for Hubby's back surgery next Tuesday.

    I hope he doesn't get it or they'll have to postpone his surgery. Keep your fingers crossed that he doesn't catch this shitty cold. I'm fucking miserable, really. And it's not like I can go home and go to sleep. I have children.

    (Insert a sneeze and a cough here, followed by a moan of disgust )


    Wednesday, November 01, 2006


    I just can't seem to upload my Halloween photos to Blogger. I think it's because Blogger is being a booger. I've got some neat pictures for y'all to see.

    Baby Jack was the cutest puppy ever, especially with his personality. He's a show-stealer. And Baby Liv was the most delicious-looking pumpkin I ever laid my eyes on. I just kept kissing her cheeks to keep them warm. We went to about ten houses and collected some good loot. Other than that, it was a safe Halloween. That's all we wanted, anyway...

    ...that and chocolate. Heh...