the writing on the…

…post it note.

I saw this first at Flutter’s place a couple days ago, then at Slouching Mom’s and again at Jennifer’s yesterday. What can I say but that I’m a follower. Wouldn’t you follow them too?

I do think your handwriting says a lot about you. Mine says that I seem to have forgotten how to actually use cursive. Do schools even teach cursive anymore? I hope so.

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It also says that I’m just as messy as my house.

I suppose now that I have my scanner hooked up, I probably ought to scan some stuff I need for work, eh? Hmm, or maybe I could dig out my old photo albums…no, must not get distracted…ooo look a shiny pretty thing….

Psst, now go check out my Editor’s Pick up on Blog Nosh today 🙂

kindergarten: a guest post

My friend Megin asked me over twitter if I’d like to do a guest post for her at GNM Parents. Heck, yeah! Like I’m going to say no to writing for a website I’ve been reading for years?! Go see it and tell me what you think.

Oh, and while you’re there, don’t forget to check out all the amazing people who write there regularly!

have you heard about Schuyler?

Back at Christmas I received a few of books that I had really really wanted. Lucky for me my MIL always checks my Amazon Wishlist when she buys me presents! But then, as much as I wanted to read them, I couldn’t focus and I just set them aside and kept on reading blogs instead. Then I started my own blog. After a few months I realized I had not read a real book in ages, and that is so very unlike me. I resolved to set the computer aside, at least a little bit. One of those Christmas books was at the top of my to do list: Schuyler’s Monster: A Father’s Journey with His Wordless Daughter.

I never should have waited so long to pick it up, because once I did, I couldn’t put it down. It made me laugh, it made me cry (a lot), and it made me fall in love with Schuyler all over again. The writing is so beautiful and so is she, that you just can’t help it.

See, I’ve been reading Robert Rummel-Hudson’s blog about Schuyler for about 2 years now and it’s one of the first feeds I check to see if it’s been updated, so I already knew the gist of the story. It’s different though, to read bits and pieces here and there, versus reading it all at once on real *gasp* paper, printed with real *gasp* ink.

If you’ve read either the book or the blog, then you already know exactly what I’m talking about. If you’ve never seen either, you should, but I warn you, once you start, you’ll be hooked. I suggest you start here, then here, then just add his feed to your reader. And, you know, go get the book.

Cross-posted at my new review site, Catnip’s Critiques.


In honor of this being my 100th post I’m doing something I thought I wouldn’t ever do here.

I’m posting a photo of myself.

In going through my image library though, I’ve discovered something. I have very few pictures of just me. Almost every single one includes either the boy or someone else that might not want to be revealed here. So I chose one from when the boy was only 6 months old – so he’s not recognizable – but me? This picture is exactly me, even five years later.

food fact meme

I owe Kaza a meme and you know I only do memes when I’m in work hell. So it’s meme time! I think Kaza started this meme accidentially – she wrote this post and her bloggy friends took it upon themselves to do it with her – then she tagged me! Ya’ll need to know how much I heart Kaza – not only is she my blog twin in so many ways, she calls me her “fairy blogmother” – so really, how could I not adore her!

Five Facts about my Foodie Self

  1. As far as I’m concerned coffee isn’t right unless it’s super strong and it tastes like a candy bar. Think caramel mocha. Yep, that’s my drink of choice if I splurge on Starbucks. At home it’s French Vanilla New England Coffee, with fat free French Vanilla creamer. Yum.
  2. I love my popcorn with Parmesan cheese. From the green canister. With plenty of butter for it to stick to.
  3. I don’t consider myself a great cook, but others have told me I am. I just think their standards are low!
  4. I don’t like pizza. I try, but it’s always kinda meh. Frankly, I think it’s the crust. Is that heresy?
  5. I can’t eat raw vegetables. No really. I mean I can but it’s a baaaad thing when I do. I have Ulcerative Colitis and most raw veggies do a number on me, so I have to cook them all. Worst offenders: cucumbers and iceberg lettuce. Least offenders: spinach and tomatoes. You’d think it would be the opposite. I haven’t had a big, ice cold, crunchy salad for four damn years. Just try to imagine that. You can’t can you?

If you’re reading this and you’re a bit of a foodie, consider yourself tagged. 😉

ps. I dare you to google Ulcerative Colitis and click on the wiki definition. Eww. Even I didn’t need to know that much!

what a flop

I wrote a post and it was depressing so I deleted it. There’s no funny in me today.

I played poker with some friends last night so I was sure I’d have some stories for you, but man, I sucked. I was exhausted from a week of taking care of chicken pox boy and dealing with work crunch and I just couldn’t concentrate.

Today we’re missing my father’s 75th birthday party. Stupid pox. Bah humbug.

Dang, this post came out depressing too. At least it’s mercifully short.

Anybody got anything fun to talk about? Or at least wanna commiserate?

horrible is so very good

I have a new crush. On Dr. Horrible.

Who’s that you ask? Are you kidding? If you’ve been living under a rock this week – or at least off the grid then you’re missing the most entertaining internet mini-series ever! Dr. Horrible’s Sing A-long Blog.

If you were a fan of Buffy or Angel (if you’re a fan than I don’t need to explain them right?) you must watch the latest incarnation of Joss Whedon’s twisted mind. (I have no doubt it was somewhat inspired by my fav ep of Buffy, Once More, With Feeling.) But do it quick! It’s going away Sunday night at Midnight!

There are 3 acts – each about 15 minutes long. No commercials, no interruptions.

I finally got a chance to watch the first two last night – though I wanted to watch all week but have been slammed with work deadlines. The third went up at midnight last night and I’m off to watch it as soon as I finish this post! Did I mention I have a crush on Dr. Horrible? Oh, I did? Yes, I know it’s Neil Patrick Harris – but dang he’s cute!

Uh, you all know I don’t get paid for this, right? That I just tell you about stuff I like?

aack! a big byte!

It’s little long, but it’s fabulous! Chapter 9 is up over at ChapterBytes. Heather has taken us into a whole new world with her twist! It’s so good it just wasn’t possible to trim anything off the word count – but it will suck you in and you won’t even realize it’s almost twice as long as some of the other chapters!

a pox on our house

If you were paying attention to me on twitter yesterday afternoon (after the whole candyland debacle) you might have seen this:

annettek crap, boy has either chick pox or bad poison ivy. I’ll know tomorrow am.

And as Mary Beth pointed out:

mbg1030 @annettek May explain the extreme reaction to losing this morning.

Right on girl. It sure does. Late in the afternoon the boy started pointing out dots all over himself. I had seen one on his cheek earlier but thought it was a bug bite. The other? NOT bug bites, but poison ivy? Perhaps…

So I took him in to the doctor’s office this morning. Yes, It is in fact, the chicken pox. Oy

For those of you wondering – he did have the vaccine when he was a baby. Apparently, you can still get the chicken pox even if you’ve been inoculated. You just don’t get it as bad as you would have without it. *sigh*

The boy is actually feeling pretty good. No fever, not too itchy, still has plenty of energy. He’s just spotty. Really spotty. He’s got a cute little spotty face alright, and a spotty ear, neck, belly, and arms. Oh, and inside his mouth. I’ve been warned though, that he will likely get worse before he gets better. Great.

We made a quick trip to Target after the getting the verdict, so now I have everything I need on hand to help him if he starts to feel bad, tylenol, benadryl anti-itch gel, oatmeal bath, popsicles, bandaids, movies, gatorade….and a new power ranger toy cause I’m a sucker for a cute miserable kid.

Did I mention I was supposed to go to a baby shower this weekend? Yep, can’t go – definitely can’t expose a pregnant lady to the pox. No playdates, no park, no exposure to other kids of any kind for a week. A week. If I have to stay home for a week, you better believe there will be chinese food delivered.

Oh, and one more thing – I guess it turned out to be a good thing that I didn’t plan on going to BlogHer after all. As much as I would have loved it, imagine trying to pack up and leave for days and leave your poxy kid behind? Nope, couldn’t do it. Small blessings.

candyland for sale: super cheap

It must be Monday. It’s only 10 am I’m done.

The boy mentioned a few times over the weekend that he wanted me to play a game of Candyland with him. Oh, how I loathe playing that stupid game. I managed to avoid it until this morning. This rainy, hot, horribly muggy morning.

So we played. He was losing, with really no hope of winning. He tried to quit. I explained about poor sportsmanship and that he needed to finish the game. He sulked but finished, and I won as predicted. I said we’d play again later and he’d have another chance to win.

Then the drama ensued. The heavy sighing. The banging around. I told him to take it to his room. It got worse. I told him if I heard anymore about it I was throwing the game in the trash. Now he’s up there wailing. There’s probably rendering of garments or something too. Have mercy.

Soon he’ll come out, all puffy cheeked and red eyed. He’ll mumble an apology, hug me tight, and ask me to play again.

Of course I will, and I’ll probably let him win. I’m his mom.

And then? Then I’m hiding that frigging box and he won’t find it until he’s twelve.

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