NaBloPoMo and Bullets

Well, I have fallen into this NaBloPoMo thing so here is day one of posting to this blog everyday for the next month. What?! You say it is cheating to start NaBloPoMo in the middle of the month. Do you see how often I actually post to this blog? I think it will be a great exercise in daily writing for me. We'll see if I can keep it interesting.

Bulleted Updates by Persona:

• Bebe Boy is so into whining right now. Well whining, screaming, bawling and whining some more. He is the King of fit throwers. Everything his sister has he wants and takes. How do you relay the concept of Don't take shit that isn't yours! It is as simple as that. Aside from wanting to tie him up hang him by his toes from the ceiling I am handling it the best I can. I do occasionally scream into a pillow but I am sure it is just a phase. Please for the love of all that is mommy say it is a phase!

• Bebe Girl has been sick for the past couple of days. She came to my bed Tuesday at 3am from a bad dream. Just as I pull her in for a quick snuggle I briefly register the word puke. We were cleaning the trail to the bathroom for a good half hour. She was extra bummed because we had to miss a field trip to the Indian Pueblo Cultural Center. I tried to convince her that since her Auntie was married there (BG was 1 1/2 at the time) that we really didn't need to see it again. Alas another visit is in my near future.

• HD is slaving away since his promotion. It seems that once you out perform those around you then you are held to that high standard. He is damning himself for his lack of the lackadaisical attitudes his co-workers seem to thrive on. I must say that I am the lucky one. He gets thes kids ready and drops them at my Mom's 4 days of the week and has them all to himself on the 5th day. That short stint as a SAHD really helped him get a handle on butterfly pancakes and fruit smoothies.

• Mamacita. Well I got the news today that it is "Business as Usual" at the job. I have been putting on a good front, the whole "Hell no I am not in the least bit worried about losing my job during the Holidays" sorta front. Now that it is on solid ground again "I am so freaking relieved to have a job during the holidays!" Well thats all for now I have 16 more days to go, gotta save it up.

Tomorrow's topic; learning to read.

The one where she almost uses a bad word.

So you absolutely know that things are awry when you are mad at the car in front of you for going the speed limit. When did I become this speed demon? Well the truth be told, I leave work for "lunch" at 12:05, my daughter has to be at the bus stop by 12:45, I have to drive across town to get her from my mom's house, I have to be back at work by 1:00. 55 minutes and some Mother ah,erm Fluffy Bunny Lover, in front of me has the audacity to go the speed limit. Ridiculous!

I feel like all I do these days is drive here, there and everywhere. Zooming to and from, I might as well be grover..."Near, far, over and under and through." I can't say that anything about my life is boring right now.

The job is always in peril, as my industry is a volatile one at best. BG is full of Parent teacher meetings, field trips and school pictures. The Madre is up to her own eyeballs in drama and the HD is work, work, work these days. Did I miss BB, one word FIT (not the popular European compliment). We flux in and out of a stress status, but somehow remain above it all.

I am finding myself strangely apathetic to the turmoil. I am as excited as I have ever been about the holidays. That could be because I am going to give a hand at these, and this and that too.

I am loving that Autumn has graced us with her presence and is making way for winter. What are you up to for the season? Are you getting ready for a jam packed holiday, or snuggling in for an afternoon movie. If you're like me your feeling the crafty bug which is so difficult to shrug off with all of this mindless commercialism going on around me. What is your favorite part about the November to December months?

Well peace, love and Petit Fours, -out

The Tiger & The Butterfly

So there they are my two cuties. The tiger and the butterfly made it one round of the trick or treating, now we're just trying to convince them that there definitely IS a Sugar Fairy. You know, the Sugar Fairy, the one that needs our candy for the sprites in Sugar Fairy land. Lame you say, well the Tiger and the Butterfly didn't fall for it either. Here's to sugar crash.

disjointed crabcakes and other compound words...

So my HD wants some BJ action, and I am all up for the quickie, but other secretions...?

Oh that got your attention did it? Sorry to say folks but this is not a sex blog it IS a mommy blog so go find some bunny action elsewhere.

I am having a pre-K issue; issue meaning, I think my daughter's teacher is either on crack or doing triple shots of espresso every-freaking-hour. Really though she talks like 90 miles per minute and every time I ask her about a field trip I'm not sure if she gave me the date or said she'd call me later. It is worse than waiting for a one night stand to return your call.

So (the teacher) Miss D finally called me, at work by the way, and proceeded to put me on hold. For the 2 minutes I was on hold I imagined every possible mutilation that BG might be experiencing. The "sitch" pick your kid up 15 minutes early because Miss D has a meeting. WTF, then in real speak...What the Fuck!! (no kids around realization I could curse out loud).

Ahh the life of pre-K. I am also currently having a bout of the terrible twos. BB is determined to throw one hellacious fit the minute I walk through the door. He is an angel for grandma, decent for dad, good around strangers, and the spawn of evil for mommy.

I love my life, my kids, the pre-K crack addict, I really do. It keeps life, after my boring 50 hours a week, sane. If I didn't have the chaos I might get complacent and think this is actually a great place to get comfortable. I might forget that at the heart of it I am this crazy sorta hippie, completely bohemian artist. I might forget that I'd rather have my kids say "my mom was this crazy artist with integrity." vs "My mom the ops sup she worked a lot, and boy did we throw some parties..."

This blog is disjointed at best. I am in the process of evaluating being 30+ and deciding where to go from here. I'll try to be more intelligible later, until then Peace..Love..Green Chile and Crab Cakes (MD style). -out

If you see my reflection...

"can I handle the seasons' of my life?"...

"time makes you bolder and children get older, well I'm getting older too."...

I just can't listen to this song the same way that I did when I was 25. Does seven years really make that much of a difference? I guess my answer would be yes. If you had asked me then if I would be a working mom in a dual income family I would have said.."Fuck no, I'm not ever having kids." woah-hoho look at me now.

Then: Age 25, Charm City, had the "hook up" (aka Larry, guitar strings, and zucchini) happily married, crazy fun, especially when entertaining larry and alcohol. This is the kind of code I spoke in then, it made perfect sense to me.

Now: Age 32, kids (aka BG and BB) happily married to HD, still fun not-so-crazy, especially with the occasional glass of red wine or a beer. This is the kind of code I speak in now, and it makes no sense.

Where will I be at 45 and 52? Will I have developed yet another code, jargon language that seem sensible and senseless at the same time? I certainly don't have the answer to that right now, but I can't wait to find out! Imagine living forever, what then? Man oh man what an adventure.

"I took my love, I took it down, Climbed a mountain and I turned around"...

"Can the child within my heart rise above?"...