tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50252220039506063382024-02-07T17:29:14.010-08:00While You Were NappingAdventures in DIY, Crafting, Literature, and Television. Like I was going to spend it cleaning.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025222003950606338.post-41241823388756669292013-01-01T10:04:00.002-08:002013-01-01T10:04:24.909-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>I would like to preface this letter by stating the we live in a 12 apartment complex that shares two washers and two dryers. To wash and dry one loud of laundry cost $3. This can get very pricey for a family of three with a toddler. Not only is laundry a tedious never ending cycle of drudgery and pain, but someone has decided that I am their mother too and should be in charge of their laundry duties. I politely object. </i><br />
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Dear Complex Managers,<br />
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Please send and an email to the residents of (name concealed to protect identy) apartments stating that is "not okay to put their dirty clothes in the washing machine that others are paying for. Neither is it acceptable to put your jeans in anothers dryer, to what I assume is, " freshen them up"."<br />
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I have now found three full outfits (both male and female) in my laundry that do not belong to me. I did not place them in the washer or dryer, and yet they somehow they still find their way in. Normally I would thank the fashion fairy for free clothes and go about my day, but as these clothes are not the right size and of very poor taste and quality, I question said fairy's sobriety.<br />
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I am also aware of the theory of "sock worm-holes" in dryers but I've never heard of an entire ensemble materializing. Should this be the case I apologize for my annoyance and would like to congratulate you on this amazing scientific discovery.<br />
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Thank you<br />
This broke Mommy<br />
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P.S- Happy New Year<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025222003950606338.post-55237114877388303162012-08-25T17:47:00.000-07:002012-08-25T17:47:49.528-07:00Mommy's back in school!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Today while you were napping, my handsome son, Mommy wrote a short 500 word "story". In order to be a better writer and to hopefully keep from </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;">continually</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> boring people to death (seriously the law suits are getting out of control) I am now enrolled in a creative writing course. Creative Writing (Prose) literary fiction to be all technical and junk about it. Below I have reused my first </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;">assignment</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> (a self portrait) as a post. TWOFER! Since I wrote it during </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;">nap time</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> it totally counts and I don't feel bad about reusing. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">“What goop should we eat today Big Boy?” I stand
before the cupboard debating which prefabbed cube of vegetable flavored mush to
feed my son. I can’t believe I feed my son this gestational colored slop. “Do we want fruit or vegetables?” I ask,
waiting for an intelligible response from my unintelligible ten month old. “Da
da da vuuuuuurzzzm,” my son decrees, sitting in his high-chair alternating
between eating his cheerios and watching them skid across the linoleum when he
beats his little fist on the tray. His
lordship is in high spirits today, all may be merry. <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">I take his charge to mean fruit and it from its
place. I don’t feel as horrible spooning the faux fruits into his mouth as I do
the vegetables, it feels like less of a lie. I take the three short steps from
the cupboard in, our small white-paneled kitchen, to his highchair and sit
across from him. I scootch my chair a little closer, and smooth his red-gold baby
curls back from his forehead. My utensils are already placed and waiting beside
me on the table, an arsenal of brightly colored, ergonomically designed spoons,
their mismatched patterns are an affront to the calm sophistication of the chartreuse
tablecloth. A pristine paper towel and off to the side a Sippy cup that’s most
often used as a missile, rather than for hydration.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> While ripping
the foil off the container marked “Roasted apples”, I’m splattered with pieces
of pulverized apple flesh, wincing at the sudden, though not unexpected, shower
and place the foil in line beside the others. It’s one of the nicer smelling
substances I’ve been perfumed with today.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Stirring the roasted apples my son and I start in on
our mealtime chatter. His sweet baby chatter fills the kitchen overtaking the
summer sounds outside, the cicadas and birds carry on a gentle background noise
ebbing in and out of our stories. This is one of our favorite parts of the day.
No messes for mommy to clean are clamoring for my attention, no toys demanding his
care.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">He only allows me a few attempts to feed him, before
relieving me of my spoon and feeding himself. He waves his half empty spoon in
the air, splattering us both with more apples in his gleeful gestures. He
laughs as he puts the spoon back in his mouth, clenching and unclenching it between
his teeth to make it dance. I laugh at his slapstick while I rub the residue
off my glasses.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">The tribal paint on his face and tray are soft
beiges and light browns, subdued in hue but shining in texture. The fresh
markings are easy to wipe away with his bib, but the older ones will have to
wait for his bath.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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final mealtime command. “Up”. He smiles and waves his baby sweet arms at me and
I lift him from his chair. Hidden cheerios fall off his lap. </span></b></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025222003950606338.post-73829159574896709332012-08-06T15:14:00.000-07:002012-08-06T15:14:27.501-07:00Some one's gonna have to send me to crafters rehab<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today, while you napping, my curious critter, mommy took a moment to step back and look at all the new projects she's started since she vowed to not start any new crafts until the old ones where done. Here are all the new crafts I started:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Felt book that only spells half your name and isn't sewn together. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monster party favors for your Birthday party in 3 months. I like them because<br /> my bad sewing and inability to cut a straight line just ad to their charm (right? RIGHT?)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Second more flattering angle of Monsters. Old lumpy <br />up top thought he looked to hippy in the last picture. Only ten more to make! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Deblurring...um de-cluttering my desk my cluttering up my memory board. <br />Now with nifty thread holder in green made from a paper towel roll (It's an empty roll, just to be clear). </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nailed the deblurring part! Yep, those are peeps from last Easter (featured in the lower left corner). <br />I want to see how long it'll take them to start glowing in the dark, or clucking. Which ever happens first. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monster envelopes for your Birthday invites, yes the Birthday that's not until October.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A candle made from a clementine (found this one via <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/how-to-make-a-clementine-candl-1453" target="_blank">this site</a> from Pintrest).<br />I wanted to send a message to the other clementines. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Poorly covered toy box made from an old diaper box and an <br />old ripped curtain it's supposed to look<a href="http://www.designsponge.com/2012/06/sewing-101-fabric-boxes.html" target="_blank"> like this</a>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wiggly-eye frame for your first Birthday picture (my main crafting premise<br /> for your Monster birthday party is put wiggly-eyes on it and it's a monster). I still have many,<br /> many eyes to apply. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picture frame for a photo of your first trip to the beach, that was<br /> two months ago, that I still haven't developed pictures for. </td></tr>
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And those sweet boy, are just the ones I'm not to embarrassed to show (and the only ones I remember starting, I'm sure I'll stumble over many many more).<br /><br />
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Seriously, I might write it a poem or a novel that involves star crossed lovers and mythological creatures like werewolves and vampires or rewrite the Minotaur legend into a post-apocalyptic love story that involves reality TV(see what I did there? HUH? HUH? I'm a callin' you out <i>Hunger Games</i> ( I love you more than the candle so it's said with love) to describe my love for you. Or maybe instead I'll rewrite<u> </u><i>Gone with the Wind</i>, but set it on Mars and it'll be all about how awesome this discovery is. (<i>I don't know nuthin 'bout lighten no candle!) </i><br />
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And back to the candle itself, I found the instructions for it <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/how-to-make-a-clementine-candl-1453" target="_blank">here</a>. The way the blogger describes the process it looks like she flips the rind inside out and gets all gentle with it.<br />
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I found it easier to cut the clementine in half and just scoop out the flesh. That way the "wick" is fully in tact and you don't break the peel. It does take a long time to light, so long I had to switch lighters so my thumb wouldn't catch on fire.<br />
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<br />I'll post back later today when the clementine goes out, I'm really curious to see if it'll last 8 days. This would be an awesome Sunday school or Hanukkah teaching project. I will also finish all these projects! In 8 days! Ha, that's the best wrap up I've ever written. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025222003950606338.post-32573408588266450592012-07-08T07:52:00.002-07:002012-07-08T07:52:17.888-07:00I will finish what i have sta<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today, while you were napping, my fearless little boy, Mommy spent sometime looking at all the "almost" and "just about" finished projects she's started. This blog, <a href="http://aisforrandom.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">my last blog</a>, my degree, this painting from 2009.<br />
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And to prove I'm going to finish what I start, I'm gonna change subjects mid-post and talk about how brave you were at your first fireworks show! Mommy was ready, if the loud bangs and lights flashing scared you, to run for the car and hop a plane to England until the fireworks were over, but nope! You were spell bound, you sat on the grass in the park in awe of pyrotechnics. Then you actually tried to touch the fireworks! You kept looking at me and Daddy like "Guys, are you seeing this? Is this for real?! Tell me I'm not the only one seeing this, why are you not more excited?!".</div>
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Today, dear boy, while you were napping, Mommy spent way to much time on Pinterest. An you know what? Pinterest needs a "Hide" button. So I can pin really awesome, crafty, witty presents and then take all the credit for them. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025222003950606338.post-54653234330042883542012-06-22T13:59:00.002-07:002012-06-22T13:59:37.398-07:00I miss the cats<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today, my diminutive dreamer, while you were napping, Mommy started decorating for our little family Graduation party for Daddy. He's officially an exercise scientist and has his bachelor's degree! GO DADDY! I made him the world's longest and worst proportioned banner in the history of the universe, and then made some pretty cool pom poms in our University colors <i>(because what do men think of when they think of celebration? Frilly tissue paper balls). </i><br />
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And that's when thingsgot mysterious and spooky altogether ookey........I relized the cats are at your grandparents now. So when say, I hear shampoo bottles fall in the bathroom, or a bag of something shift in a cubboard or chains rattling and someone saying "Get out! Get out!", I can't blame it on feline shenanigans <i>(different ways I tried to spell that before spellcheck figured it out- <span style="background-color: white;">shinangins, shinnnagens, shenananagains) </span></i><span style="background-color: white;">anymore. So here's my proof of haunting:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ok, sweet boy, when you wake up we're gonna go buy a bunch of sage to burn and find a couple priest to bless the apartment so Mommy can sleep tonight. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025222003950606338.post-1903332333157724502012-06-21T12:58:00.002-07:002012-06-21T12:58:46.710-07:00Holy Mother of all Tornadoes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
OMG my sleepy little boy, while you were napping and Mommy was napping, daddy was awfully quite.<br />
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I'm gonna preface this photo the way Daddy prepared me for it: "I'm going to clean it up, don't freak out, I'm just organizing it."<br />
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While you were napping, my imaginative explorer, Mommy had an idea. I'm kind of obsessed with the idea of DIYing (which is short of getting the people at Lowes Hardware to do all my measuring and cutting and whatever else I can finagle <i>(I know I don't know how they got D I Y out of that either)) </i>for me.<br />
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One of your favorite activites is turning the knobs on Daddy's amp and pushing buttons on things you're not supposed to. Soooooo I want to make you a play table with all sorts of awesome just pooring off of it. Like a part that has a bunch of switches and knobs for you to turn and switch and push and scream at. Maybe they'll light up and set off fireworks and solve world hunger.<br />
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Also it would have a section for legos and a section with the old-timey wooden beads on "roller coasters" like at a doctor's office but it wouldn't have mutant west nile - bird flu -anthrax germs so mommy wouldn't have to have a nervous breakdown every time you lunged for it. The last section is blank (at least in my mind, kind of like my mind most of the time), I'm thinking maybe dry erase board then you can color and or eat and or do experiments and or have free space. OH! OH! It would be a great excuse to make my own chalk board paint!!!!<br />
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Today, dear boy, you took a nap at our garden. You gave it a valiant effort to remain conscious but it was to boring watching Mommy weed. What you missed was the awesome that is Mommy staking our garden for less than $8. Do you know how many diapers that is? Two. For the price of two dollars mommy did this:<br />
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Instead of buying plants stakes at a garden center, I went to lows and bought 2 10ft pieces of PCP tubing. I asked a gentlemen (that worked there, not just a random customer that was wandering around aimlessly) to cut the tubes into 2 1/2 sections giving me 8 stakes. The tubing only cost $1.78 and cutting is free (LOVE ME SOME FREE STUFF!).<br />
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I am the most proud of our 43 cent pea trellis, one of the advantages of planting in a community garden is that people are willing to share. If someone has say, some extra bamboo, they leave it in the community tool pile ( not fully of jerky boys that use to much jell and "cologne" (<i>cough cough PERFUME cough cough)</i>). So mommy took some bamboo and leftover twine and created a small place for our peas to grow!!!!<br />
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This evening, my unpredictable little boy, you took a nap after our errands. That's two naps mommy got to participate in today. Did I exhaust you with my over enthusiastic awe of the "Ugli Fruit'? Because, sweet pea, this fruit is the most appropriately named fruit of all time.<br />
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Look, I even managed a picture of the little old woman I scared with my inconceivable awe at this horrible horrible looking monstrosity. Frankenstein must have learned his lesson about making humanoids and has moved onto mutant reconstructed fruit.<br />
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Speaking of mad scientist and experimentation (worst segway EVER) Jen Lancaster at <a href="http://jennsylvania.com/">jennsylvania.com</a> is giving away a free short story if you mention her on social media and I LIKE ME SOME FREE STUFF. and Jen Lancaster's writing. So just to be clear, Jen Lancaster.<br />
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Today, my nocturnal rag-a-muffin, mommy spent a lot of time looking at her essay, but not very much time revising it. The irony of writers block hitting so hard on this paper? It's the theme of your mind as it's own prison with examples from Lord Byron's <i>Manfred</i>.<br />
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Yes, my slumbering bambino, I have made a hell of my heaven's rest. I was so miserable I attempted cleaning again, partly to get the juices flowing partly in a desperate attempt to feel productive. <i>(The mess is just located in different areas in newly created piles) </i> I spent quiet a bit of time on Pinterest looking at writing tips<i> (because of course Pinterest is the best source for an undergraduate senior English paper, duh).</i><br />
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Yesterday, dear boy, you did not nap. I believe you are the answer to perpetual motion and self sustaining energy. If mommy strapped a generator to your hiney we could power the whole complex, for a year, on one day of wiggles.<br />
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You, my bustling little boy, were up from 9 am until 11:30 pm yesterday. You took one thirty minute nap in the car on the way home from the store and were completely set for the day. How? You are only 8 months old, how do you stay awake for such long stretches?<br />
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This morning, silly boy, while you were napping, I realized what a fabulous, well dressed, interesting, well traveled, crafty chief I am. On pinterest.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025222003950606338.post-58006367057690313502012-06-15T13:15:00.004-07:002012-06-15T13:38:17.574-07:00The Beginning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today, while you napped dear boy, Mommy cleaned a fan, started a blog, and made an owl crinkly toy for you.<br />
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First I laid down for ten minutes because you wore me out this morning. Then I got up to clean the year worth of dust that had accumulated on the free standing fan in the living room. I didn't remember to turn to the fan off first. Now there is a path of yuck evenly distributed across our floor, it looks like the dust bunnies have started molting (or, in more non child friendly visual, as if the dust bunnies were attacked by a weed whacker). This is why Mommy doesn't clean.<br />
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Because I am so hilarious and I'm sure the entire world has been waiting to hear all the fascinating minutia of my life, I started blogging again. <i>(That's why you heard all those trumpets blaring and angels singing during your nap, the heavens had opened at the joy of my return to the bloggisphere, it had missed my ramblings and tangents so much</i>.) Because there just aren't enough Narcissus talking about themselves using horrible grammar and disgraceful spelling in the world, I had to fill the niche. It was my civic duty, my son.<br />
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After awhile I became bored with<i>(all my ideas were taken)</i> trying to find a witty, yet understated, and poignant yet easy to remember blog name and started to work on your owl crinkly toy again<i> </i>. Yes handsome, the same 15 minute craft I have been working on for two weeks now. If I could remember where I kept the first 8 patterns I cut out, I would have been done by now, but that's one of the pit falls of mommy trying to clean, I put things down in places I'll remember and then when I try to organize later, I don't know where things are. This is what it's<i> supposed </i>to look like-<br />
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