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It's the most wonderful time of the year! Book Fair time! This time of the year I don't mind spoiling Josh 😊😊
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Sitting next to Josh in case he gets car sick on the way up to Nana and Grandfather's house. He reaches over and takes my hand. We've been sitting and holding hands for the last 10 minutes. Best feeling!!
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Joshua sleeping with "Baby Charlotte," the bear our nurse gave us at the hospital to represent our angel girl. One month ago today we found out we'd lost her.
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Check list for a cold and snowy morning: *PJ's still on CHECK *Fireplace on CHECK *Toys to play with CHECK *Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone on TV CHECK and double CHECK I'm so excited to introduce Joshua to the amazing cinematic world of Harry Potter 😊😊
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And so I've officially begun. #newnovel #changeling
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My Initial Thoughts on Outlander
I know that I am massively late to the party as the show is now in it’s 3rd season but I bought and started watching Outlander last night for my birthday. I put off watching it for so long because I had tried to read the first book and almost immediately had a major issue with the premise of the story. Sadly my misgivings have not been alleviated now that I am watching the story instead of reading it. My problem that I am struggling to get over begins literally page one in the book and within the first 5 minutes of episode 1.
We are introduced to Claire, a MARRIED woman. Right there is my problem since Outlander is ultimately a love story between Claire and Jamie, who is not her first husband. Frank Randall is her husband and so far I have seen nothing that would indicate why he deserves her ultimately abandoning him for Jamie. Now spoilers don’t bother me (I actually prefer them) so I’ve already read ahead on Wikipedia about the TV show and book series and I know that Claire has an opportunity to return to her own time and Frank, who as far as I can see is nothing more than a loving husband who told her that he would love her no matter what, even if she had taken a lover during her time as a nurse in World War 2. Instead, she chooses to stay with Jamie and I don’t understand why. The only possible flaw I see in Frank is that he’s a little boring and reserved and maybe Claire wants some adventure. Or maybe Claire realizes that Jamie is a better fit for her over all. So be it. That’s perfectly fair. Every woman is entitled to adventure and to being with the love of her life. However, no one is entitled to string another person along while pursuing their new passion. And that’s what I feel like Claire is doing to Frank. Again, I’ve read ahead so I know that eventually Claire makes it back to Frank 2 years later in their timeline, pregnant with Jamie’s child. AND HE TAKES HER BACK! She admits to him that she married someone else and is pregnant by this other man but Frank ultimately accepts this, forgives her, and raises Claire and Jamie’s daughter as his own. What’s so bad about him that everyone is rooting for Claire and Jamie, not Claire and Frank?! I get it, Jamie’s dashing and romantic and maybe he really loves Claire too (I haven’t gotten that far and Wikipedia doesn’t go into that much detail). But Frank doesn’t deserve what Claire does. I understand that his ancestor Randall is an asshole and the main villain but Frank is not Randall.
Now you can make the argument that Claire was just making the best of a bad situation and didn’t mean to fall in love with Jamie. And I get that too. What bothers me is that she had the chance to get back to Frank. And she doesn’t. Nor does she try to do anything to set Frank free when Frank is tearing himself apart to find her back in their timeline. According to everything that I’ve read, Frank is incredibly devastated that Claire is missing. And she does nothing to allow him to move on. If she knew she had a way to get back, I’m sure that she could have found a way to send a message to Frank that she was fine and encourage him to move on as she has. But she doesn’t. And that’s where my problem comes in. She marries another man who is more dashing and exciting than her husband with whom to have many dashing and exciting adventures while stringing along her original boring husband. Then, once she gets thrust back to her original timeline, she just thinks “Ah well. I’ve had my fun. Guess it’s time to settle down with the boring one.” And I just feel for the guy, I really do.
I’ve bought the 1st season so I’ll finish watching it of course. I’m just hoping that her motivations become more clear as the story progresses because right now I’m having trouble shaking my disgust with her.
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What I Want to Post on Facebook Today... But Can’t
Today is supposed to be my first day of school (for teachers). I’m still at home. Why? Because I was on bed rest after transferring our last two embryos yesterday from our fresh cycle that created JT four years ago. Only my principal, ITL, and two close co-worker friends know why I’m not at work today. I am trying my damnest to not draw attention to the fact that I’m not there today, so of course my brain is coming up with truly post worthy Facebook statuses that I want to post... but don’t want co-workers on Facebook reading and questioning why I’m not there today. So I’ll post them, because no one actually knows about this blog ;)
Obligatory “First Day Back to Work” post:
Welcome back to school fellow teachers! May your first day back be full of coffee and good conversation as you ease back into the flow and may your school year be stress free- or at least filled with wine ;)
Silly story post:
So I finally found my garlic powder limit. Anyone who knows me knows that I love garlic. I mean, love it. But my breakfast this morning had a little too much garlic in it, even for me. See, our new garlic container has two openings, one for sprinkling and one for pouring. Guess which side I opened? I had dumped about two tablespoons worth of garlic powder into the two eggs I was about to scramble before I realized my mistake (that shit comes out fast, man!). I was able to get maybe about one tablespoon worth back into the container by pinching it but too much had already congealed to the eggs. I sure as hell wasn’t dumping the lot so I went for it. Something less than a tablespoon of garlic powder is my preferred amount for two scrambled eggs lol
Contemplative Post:
The weather here is just gorgeous for August- mid 70′s to low 80′s. Our windows are open and it is the perfect temperature for sitting on the screened in deck with a cup of coffee (decaff of course for now until we know whether the transfer worked or not). My kind of weather!
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Hi! I bought this super cute skirt from Modcloth earlier this summer but quickly discovered that I don’t have any shirts that go perfectly with it. Would someone have something in size XL to 2XL (depending on how form fitting it is) that they are selling and think would match? Plain colored preferred but small patterns are ok too.
So that’s what my Facebook wall would look like today. I’m a really boring person lol.
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You Made Me
I will be teaching this year with a student intern. It is my second year with one and I’m pretty excited about it, particularly since she’s a native speaker from West Africa. I can’t wait to see what she can bring to the classroom :)
I spent today at an orientation with my intern to learn what the university expects from her and from me. We had some fairly informative sessions. However, the afternoon session was definitely my favorite. We had the World Famous (literally, she’s won International competitions) slam poet Gayle Danley come and read some of her poems to us and also lead us through writing our own about the start of the school year. It has been so long since I’ve last written creatively. I keep telling myself to pick it back up again and have a plethora of journals (damn you AC Moore and your 2 for $9.99 deal!) in which I can write my stories. I just don’t make the time for it, which should be obvious since there’s an almost 2 year gap between last night’s journal entry and the one before that. Writing the slam poetry today was almost therapeutic- and I’m really proud of one of the poems I wrote! Gayle had us title it “You Made Me” and dedicate it to the teacher who inspired us to become teachers. This is what I came up with:
I entered your classroom a lawyer.
At least, I wanted to be.
But you convinced me otherwise.
You opened up the world for me.
Inspired me, believed in me.
And you made me realize that I could be
That same thing for someone else.
I am not just me in front of that room
But the very best of you
Mixed with the very best of me.
And maybe, just maybe
I’ll be able to make someone new.
My second piece is still a work in progress. I wasn’t feeling the rhythm yet and so wrote it as a paragraph but I can feel a poem in there somewhere. Once I convince it to emerge, I will happily share :)
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The Bedtime Shift
The bedtime shift. Synonymous with the graveyard shift. I sit here beside JT and wait... and wait... and wait for him to go to sleep. And I’m telling you that the wait can feel just as long as waiting for the next season of Sherlock. Thankfully not as bad as waiting for season 2 of Firefly (too soon!) but still the monotony of waiting for those eyes to finally close. Some kids fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. Heck, DH is like that, asleep within minutes. But JT has my circadian rhythms. It can take us hours to fall asleep- and I’m not exaggerating. We toss, we turn, we do leg exercises. The blanket goes on, comes off, goes one, one leg out and then two. Our eyes are droopy, then wide open, droopy, closed, and then POP! awake again like the Flash just zoomed through our room too fast for us to see him but close enough that our hearts are racing and sleep is definitely not happening yet. It is 8:44 pm EST and I predict that I will be here waiting for him to fall asleep for at least another hour.
Why do I sit here and not do what other parents do and just shut the door? That’s a great question and one that I frequently ask myself on hour 2 of the bedtime shift. Honestly, we’ve tried doing that. It sent my anxiety through the roof. I could not sit in another room and listen to my child crying hysterically. I still can’t stand listening to that, although we’ve advanced past that stage for the most part. Now we’re on the “Hehehe, Mommy/Daddy left the room! Let’s see what mischief I can cause!” Honestly, if I leave him alone I firmly expect to come in to check on him and find him on the top shelf of his bookcase or even in the attic. My philosophy is that my parents never left us to cry it out and at 33 I don’t need need them in the room with me to fall asleep and haven’t for probably 29 years. I weaned myself off of it gradually on my own. JT can too. At the very least he’ll have to once he heads off to college. Did the dorm life, no thank you, not again!
Ah, the eyelids are heavy. And yet they do not close. So I will continue to wait- and hope for my shift to end soon.
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The tattoo is coming along nicely. It will (hopefully) finally be finished this Wednesday.
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The outline is done! Letting it heal for a few weeks before the color gets added on the 23rd.
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Ye Olde Renaissance Faire
Pre-Child versus Post-Child
Last weekend, Tee and I took JT to the Renaissance Faire. It was actually his second time there but as his first was right around 4 months old, I doubt he remembers much. He’s at that fun age where he loves people watching (I mean, does people watching ever get old?) and is a total ham. We dressed him as Link from the Legend of Zelda and he totally got into it. Tee followed him around playing Link’s adventuring music on his phone whenever JT was out of the stroller. You can see in the picture above the sword that we bought him. We popped in one of the shops that were selling wooden swords and bought him “Baby’s First Sword.” Of course he just loved waving it around while there but promptly discarded it once we came home. Ah well. Just good practice for the future.
I will say that between this year and last, there are many noticeable differences between going to the Ren Faire pre-child and post-child. While still fun, you definitely have to make a few concessions.
Pre-Child
You arrive at least ten minutes before the faire opens at 10am and you leave after the final joust. You spend the whole day shopping and watching shows. You arrive early for the final joust to make sure that you get a good spot to see the show. After the joust, the cast line up by the gates and wave goodbye as you wearily shuffle out talking animatedly about the day with your friends (because of course you came with a group of like-minded people). It was a long day but soooo worth it and you can’t wait until you do it again- maybe even next weekend!
Post-Child
You arrive after the horn sounds the opening of the gates. It wasn’t because your child wasn’t awake (oh hell no, they were up by 5:30). No, it was because you had to pack the spare outfit, the cheap snacks incase he didn’t want the food at the faire, the sippy cup, diapers, wipes, the changing pad, find the ponchos (it was raining when we went), and everything else your child might need while there. Then you had to pack him in the car, get him out of the car and in to the stroller, check that you didn’t forget anything… Honestly, you’re lucky they were still letting people inside when you arrive. It’s typically just you and your significant other. You try to coordinate with friends but most of them have their own offspring with wildly different schedules. If you’re lucky, you successfully get one other couple to come out with you. You wander the faire not really enjoying the sights because you’re watching your toddler for signs that you’ve pushed him too far past nap time (seriously, why don’t these things start earlier? Don’t they realize that 10am is really close to the average toddler’s nap schedule?) and you want to avoid a public meltdown so you don’t turn into one of those parents. You end up leaving after only 2 or 3 hours without really having done or seen anything because you want to get the toddler home to his own crib for a nap but then he falls asleep in the car before you’ve even left the parking lot. You won’t be back this year because A. you can’t stand the idea of paying full price for a ticket when you’ll be staying less than half a day and B. you can’t handle the idea of going through the prep process again until at least next season.
Pre-Child
You of course arrive in full faire attire. You have the dress, the shoes, the headpiece, the jewelry. A purse? Please. You have a small money bag that perfectly matches your outfit and the time period in which you have placed all the cash you pulled out and a few other essentials (like your driver’s license if you are over 21 so you can buy over-priced alcohol in a cool mug and your debit card to pull out more money because no matter how many times you tell yourself YOU WILL NOT SPEND MORE THAN $X!!! you end up spending more than you planned). Plus, a purse is just another thing you have to lug around. You may carry another piece to your costume like a staff or shoulder dragon but probably not. You need your hands to carry all the cool stuff you’re buying that you didn’t pull out enough money for!
Post-Child
You plan out your outfit in advance not necessarily because you’re overly excited but because if you try to put it together last minute, there ain’t no way you’re going to wear it. Even then, you don’t have time to do your hair the way you wanted or accessorize with all the pieces you’d planned. Heck, you’re throwing on your snood and tucking in your still-wet-from-the-shower hair as you run out the door. You don’t bother trying to do a necklace cuz the toddler will just tug at it when you pick him up and that shit’s too expensive to become a teething toy. A purse? Pssshhhht! You have a freaking suitcase with all the stuff you’ve packed. You pull out money and spend most of it on food trying to entice your toddler to eat something or you spend it on the toddler buying him things he’ll like for a few minutes and then forget about once you’ve left.
Pre-Child
Yeah, port-a-potties aren’t glamorous but they rock better than what people actually had back in ye olde days. You try to limit your bathroom trips to just one time while there but in the end, you do what you have to do.
Post-Child
Port-a-potties?! Are you freaking KIDDING ME?!?! Do you not realize that everything a toddler touches he inevitably tries to put in his mouth?! Not to mention those units are small! I’m going to have to balance him on my knees while I try to do my business without dropping any part of my costume into the black, smelly pit of disgustingness. Plus, there’s no actual location to change your toddler’s diaper so what the heck did you pack all of those extra diapers for? Hopefully he’ll be ok until you can get to the car… Meh, who are you kidding. You’re not there long enough to need to use the facilities.
I know we’ll be taking JT back next year and the year after that and the year after that and at least once a year for as long as he wants to go. I also know it will never be like it was pre-child and ultimately, that’s ok. But I will still look back with happy nostalgia on those days.
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Forgot to post this last weekend. Stopped by the comic book store and got some new bedtime reading for JT. Tee is not too thrilled about the "ruining of history" that is Manifest Destiny (He laughed like a meanie when I dropped it in the kitty litter by accident and said that is where it must stay) but it looks hilarious to me 😀
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It's officially happening guys! It starts at the end of the month and will be done the end of October. Eek, I'm so excited!
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Better Late Than Never
I’m ashamed to admit it but it has taken me until I am almost 31 years old to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer beginning with the pilot episode. Sure, I’ve seen an episode here or there on rerun but never in the full story arch. I have to say that Joss Whedon continues to impress me. I can tell that he is still perfecting his craft with Buffy but it is obvious that his genius developed early. It is at times campy but I still enjoy it. I’ve gotten to where Quark takes over as principal of Sunnydale. Well, ok, of course it’s really Armin Shimerman out of his Quark costume (which is really weird, BTW, after you spent the first year of your son’s life watching Star Trek) but I just have to close my eyes and there is Quark trying to maintain some sense of control on this Hellmouth.
This probably isn’t the best show to watch while trying to put your 16 month old to bed but it’s our routine. While feeding him his nighttime bottle, I set up my Kindle Fire and watch the next episode of whatever series I’m on. I spent the first three months of his life watching Star Trek: Voyager on my Kindle (Don’t hate. I realize I’m one of the few in existence that actually like Voyager. It’s my second favorite after Next Generation.) before I moved on to Next Generation and then first 6 seasons of Deep Space 9 (Couldn’t finish it. Sorry not sorry. It was painful.). Then there was Orphan Black, Under the Dome, Defiance, Mr. Selfridge (Okay, that one seems out there but I have a weakness for period dramas), and more. So Buffy isn’t the worst thing I could watch with him. Besides, he has little interest in TV. He likes music videos like Daddy.
I’m interested to see where Buffy goes from here. It is hard for me to watch at times since I tend not to do horror movies but it’s campy enough that I can usually overlook it. I’ll probably do a season reflection once I finish season 1 and then go on from there.
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