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I swear I had nothing to do with this. My daughter likes to make her little books. Usually they involve princesses and the like. This one's different. I stumbled upon it last night while picking up some papers the kids had left around the house.
I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves..
More background on me, the family and our trip to Russia and a story about how we were attacked by rabid fish can be found here.
To say things were a bit different in Russia than they were back at home in Jersey would be a gross understatement. Even the city we were in was unlike anything I'd seen back home. It was clean. Even when we were in Moscow, the subways were not only gorgeous-- think marble, gold plating, etc.-- they were spotlessly clean. They looked more like museums than public transport stations.
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It was the summer just before my senior year in high school. I was 16. I figured that I had a nice long summer of doing nothing and hanging at friends' houses doing nothing. This didn't bother me as much this year because some of my friends now had licenses and cars. That meant roadtrips.
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My mother-- like many other mothers, I'm sure-- is rather fond of watching Lifetime movies. She has somehow wrangled my daughter into watching them. The problem with this-- besides the whole watching Lifetime movies thing-- is that my daughter has the attention span of a golden retriever on crack. She spends most of the movie asking questions about what she just talked over, not realizing that no one else heard a damn thing over her yammering. This has lead to the rule "Mouth shut, ears open". I should mention that my daughter isn't a follower of rules.
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Yesterday..
Me: Is it just me or do you find the whole Katie Holmes/Tom Cruise pairing disturbing and awkward?
J: ...
J: no way
Me: You haven't seen them?! They're everywhere!!
J: i've been in meetings!
Me: Watching them kiss is about as exciting as licking the sidewalk.
Stole this meme from Ms.Q.
1)
My uncle once: taught me how to swim in a baptism gone wrong. Ok, not
really. He threw me into the pool and was shocked that my skinny little
body went through the hole in the inner tube. But I did learn to swim
that day.
2) Never in my life: have I ever liked bananas.
The kids are playing Guess Who? and The Girl keeps winning. This is not going well with The Boy. Not at all. He hates to lose. The Girl was trying to comfort him with...
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A lame cop-out, I know. But I'm tired, people! I've got kids home for spring break. I'm running myself ragged trying to wear them out. So, in lieu of an actual post, you can stare at my cat. And the humiliating pictures I take of him.
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Last night...
Me: "Mom?"
Mom: "Yeah?"
The Boy and The Girl have been playing pen pals with my mom's boss. My mom's boss is an old friend of the family. I've known him since I was their age, so he's especially excited about me having kids. The Girl was reading us his latest letter when we had this misunderstanding...
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My kids. I joke about how if you mushed them together, you'd get me. They're undeniably my kids, they have a lot of my odd traits. But what traits of mine they have inherited are amplified and slightly distorted. It's like holding a magnifying glass up to various parts of me. It's a truly bizarre experience for a parent to notice these things.
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Yesterday, to get out of my funk, I decided to wrangle the basement into some semblance of order. We got rid of all of the toys the kids no longer play with, separating the unbroken from broken to be sent off to Goodwill or Salvation Army.
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My first two vector drawings..

Yes, eyes. What else were you expecting?
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Ten things I have done that you probably have not:
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Me: "Mom? Remember when I was little and nothing was child-proofed? How the playground was rife with metal, rust and sharp, pointy objects?"
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My daughter's version of London Bridge:
All the branches falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
All the branches falling down,
My god, lady!
I hate Cadbury creme eggs.
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From the moment my kids could point, they wanted to pick out their own clothes.
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I feel like I need to put this here. If you don't know me personally, don't assume you know me by what you read. Being a "writer", I take certain liberties. I distort, manipulate, tweak. Basically, I lie a bit to make things more amusing. I do not write conversations word for word unless I specifically say so. I do not whip out a recorder if I think something might be funny so I can blog about it later. I remember the gist and fill in details.
(More)When you're a parent there are certain responsibilities. You're the one who guides your little bundle of joy through their early years. You mostly lead by example. That is why we lie a lot. Who really is that nicely mannered? But in front of your kids, you have to be. There are also times when you have to sit your kids down and have a heart to heart talk. (More)
I was just sitting here, enjoying my lovely mug of tea when some
sloshed onto my shirt. I exclaim, "Oh, great! I spilled tea on myself."
Which lead to this conversation..
Me: (string of muttered curses)
Mom: "You what?"
Me: "I got tea on myself."
Mom: "Pee? You peed yourself?"
Me: "Tea! I spilled tea on my shirt!"
Mom: "Oooh.. Tea. Tea on yourself. Heh."
Me: "Yes, mom. I've been potty-trained. You were there, remember?"
My family has a fine tradition of being chased by various animals and I continue to follow in their footsteps. Here is a list of animals that I have been chased by: (More)
I have a long history of fear and loathing where geese are concerned. For some strange reason, they love to attack me. Even as a baby. My mom had to stop taking me to the park because they'd charge after me, en masse. (More)
I've seen these lists here and there and thought "Why the hell not?" Usually, that thought gets me into lots of trouble, but I think I'm safe here. Let's kick this off...
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Mom: So I told the boss that I won't be working anymore overtime!
Me: But...you brought work home with you..
Mom: ....yes.
Me: So you're doing the work, but for free. Did you think this out?
Today, I get a call from the kids' school. The boy has broken his glasses and I need to bring him a spare pair. Luckily, we had a pair to spare. (More)
I got this email from my cousin and thought "Wow! Easy blog entry right there!" I know, I'm a lazy ass. It's one of those things you forward to everyone, but I don't because I don't hate people. Here goes: (More)
As I said before, you didn't piss off my grandma. Her Look could kill a man at 50 paces. She was scary, in a warm, cuddly, grandma way. One of the things that you could do to irk grandma was, well, to do something stupid. My cousins and I pissed grandma off often enough. (More)
Grandpa's memory wasn't ever very good, even on his best days. Maybe it was all of the kids they had. I don't know. All I knew was this: I've always-- from the day I was born, and probably till the day I die-- hated bananas with a passion. Just one whiff of anything banana scented sends me reeling away, gagging. I hate, hate, hate bananas. And I've always been rather vocal in my dislike. (More)
My grandma had bad eyes. We all do. It's a family thing. After many years of seeing her lean way back while holding whatever she was reading far
out in front of her, I finally asked her "Grandma, why don't you get
new reading glasses?" Grandma quickly, in her terse way, told me "I
don't need glasses, these are just fine." to which I replied "Then you
need to grow longer arms." only to have her give me The Look and remind me that she still had a wooden spoon and she knew how to use it.
I learned something that day. Don't piss off grandma.
Yes, more on my grandparents. Too many memories. Must write. This one is about my grandpa. (More)
That is to say, we're cursed with our family. No one gets a say in who they're related to. If you're lucky, you don't entirely hate the relatives. I guess I can consider myself lucky. I actually like my family. Well, most of them. (More)
Boy, I was a downer before, wasn't I? To lighten things up, I'll tell a story from my youth. Now as I mentioned before, I was a very good girl and a very trusting girl. If an adult told me something, I believed them. I might have taken things a bit too literally-- so that's where the boy gets it-- and a bit too much to heart. (More)
My mother's parents had a farm up in upstate NY. I always thought it was a nice place to visit, but never could understand why anyone would want to live in the country like that. My mother apparently agreed since she couldn't wait to get away from there. She married as soon as she could and never looked back. Well, except for once or twice a year, for holidays. (More)
Dear Aunt Jo-
I do not even know you, but I feel as if I
do. You've left many messages on my voicemail. I don't know why you
think my name sounds like "Sally"-- it's not even remotely close to
that-- yet you still leave messages for dear Sally on there. You're an
angry woman, Aunt Jo. I guess that's why Sally's mom had your number
blocked. Or were you calling another wrong number there, too? (More)
Usually to my kids. I'm quite sure the neighbors think we're all quite insane and I'm not too sure that they're wrong. I've found myself shouting odd things to my kids. But then, my kids do very odd and/or stupid things. Actually kids, in general, do very stupid things. It's amazing that any of us survive childhood. But enough of that, some things I've said to my kids... (More)
Thought I'd torture you all with pictures of my cat. I'm preparing to become Scary Old Cat Lady. J says I need more cats to become Scary Old Cat Lady, but I'd like to be able to breathe. And not have a house that smells like a litter box. (More)
My obsession with eyes knows no bounds.

I saw an interesting meme that I thought I'd try out. You have to list your favorite bands from A to Z. I don't even know if it's possible, but here goes... (More)
I give you my interpretation of the very strange character thought up by a very strange friend...

What happens when you have nothing to talk about? Ok, there's always something to talk about, but do I want to talk about it here? Not necessarily. So when I run out of ideas, I randomly flip through blogs and such looking for interesting topics, etc. Found a meme over here that I thought was cute/funny and decided to do it. (More)
I'm an awful person. I love teasing my cat. He looks so cute/funny when he's irked. I can't help myself. One day, I'll wake up to find him hovering over me with a diabolical gleam in his eye, I just know it. That's why I keep my bedroom door shut. No opposable thumbs. I like to taunt him about that, too. See? I'm cruel. (More)
I'm going to take a page from my daughter and do a little about me thing. The girl brought home this paper. On it was written Student of the Week! and it tells about how the child has to put a little presentation of sorts together for the class to see. It's put up on a bulletin board the whole week. She was given various questions to answer about herself, I figured I'd do the same. So here goes: (More)
The other day, my father suggested a family trip. He thought we should all go apple picking. It's something we used to do when I was young and he wanted the kids to experience it. I can see the girl getting into it, she's the outdoorsy type (God knows where she got that from); but the boy? Maybe if it were a Gameboy Advance game. He's not into nature, unless it's on a 2" screen. Throw Mario and Luigi into it and you've got his attention for sure. But I was all up for it. I'm into the family thing. Then I remembered, it's too late in the season for apple picking so that idea was nixed. I also remembered the last apple picking trip we went on. (More)
I'm still sorta feeling sorry for myself. About the aging thing. I have a sense of humor about it. I can't take my own self-pity too seriously. It's just not done in my family. We don't do self-pity. But since I'm the "overly dramatic" one (read: drama queen) and the "emotional one" (read: still drama queen, but maybe with capitals; i.e., Drama Queen) it's almost expected of me to wallow a wee bit in my self-pity but only if I make it funny for others. (More)
Or B-Actor Catfight Night
I'm not as lucky as my friends. They meet famous people a lot. Yes, I'm looking at you, J. I always almost meet the famous people. Or I meet people who've met famous people. (More)
Or Attack of the Leaping Fish.
This
story comes from my trip to Russia when I was 16. I was a lucky girl,
wasn't I? My father took me, his twin sister, and her son. My mother
didn't go because she refuses to set foot on a plane. This was my first
plane trip ever. I was very excited. I plan on telling a few Russia
stories, so I should give some background. My aunt hated me. Very much.
From the day I was born. She taught her son to hate me as well. He'd
forget on occasion, and when he did we got along very well. But a lot
of the time, he was a brat and we fought. My father and I fought almost
constantly when I was a kid. So no one really got along and we were
going to another country for 6 weeks. Sound like fun? (More)
Did I mention that children are contrary? I'm sure I did. My daughter will argue with anyone over anything. Even if she's basically agreeing with you, she doesn't realize this because she's too busy arguing with you. The girl loves to argue. And she's very, very stubborn. To the point where it's ridiculous. But she'll argue that as well. A conversation/argument between us yesterday: (More)
Being of scientific mind, there are some things I've been very curious about. Mostly things that are illogical, such as human behavior. In specific, the behavior of children. As a parent, I'm curious about this because I'd love to find a way to make my children behave. Just a little. I know, it's an impossible task. But one can hope-- as illogical as that is. I have a confession. If you're a parent, you'll I'm sure understand and quite agree: Children are evil. (More)
Dear Psycho-
What can I say, really? Every
conversation I have with you makes me realize more and more how glad I
am that you're no longer a big part of my life. I'm slowly, oh so
slowly, phasing you out. You, of course, do not know this. But you will. (More)
The Meat Man or Psychos You Can Meet in Supermarkets
I
was about 14 or so. Every summer we'd go to the shore and rent a
cottage for a week. We still do our annual trip to the shore, but now
it's a different shore and we stay at a motel. We'd run to the local
supermarket and pick up supplies for our week-long vacation. (More)
Picture this:
Going to the bank before we go shopping.
In the car: My mother (driving), me, my kids in the back. It was
insane. Idiot drivers everywhere. I comment, "It looks like the stupid
parade is in town today."
My son pipes up from the back, "Do you think they'll throw candies and toys to the kids?"
Welcome to the new home for Strange Things!
Don't mind the rubble and dust. Things will settle down eventually. Unfortunately, I'm going to be very busy the next week or so, so I don't know just how long it will take to get settled in.
I plan on moving a few of my favorite posts over here from my old blog, but will keep the old blog around just for the hell of it. As for now? I'm going to sleep. I haven't gotten a wink all night.
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