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    honest scrap: 10 honest things

    I’ve been tagged by the lovely Allison (fellow BurghMom, w00t!) for ‘Honest Scrap’. She thinks I’m BRILLIANT! Boy, do I have her fooled.

    Honest ScrapThe Honest Scrap award is given by other bloggers who consider a blog’s content or design to be brilliant. The awardee must then post ten honest things about themselves and pass the award on to other bloggers who fit the bill – in other words, whose blog is brilliant.

    Well gee! Ten things about me. Seeing as I’ve been blogging for like a bajillion years (since 2000!), there’s probably not a whole lot I haven’t covered. But I know I have some new readers from the past few months, so here are 10 random things about me. Some superficial and silly, some a bit more serious, all of them weird because they’re about me and I’m kind of a goofball.

    1. I can sing, but I get embarrassed about it. I sang the National Anthem in high school for some basketball games, and I think one hockey game (where I was standing on a mat on the ice and the cord of the microphone was laying on the ice and HELLO ELECTRICAL SHOCK ON MY LIP WHILE I’M SINGING, gah!) and again in college a time or two. I also sang solos at church, and I was in an auditions-only ensemble in high school. Plus some karaoke here and there. Additionally, I rock out in my car ALL THE TIME, imagining I’m up on stage somewhere with hundreds of people watching me. But in real life? I get way too nervous and way too embarrassed to do it anymore. I was much braver as a teenager apparently. Now I think I would melt into a puddle of goo if I had to sing in front of a crowd. So, it’s just for Maggie and Dan when we’re in the car. Aren’t they lucky??

    2. I love to cook. This is a relatively new development in my life, in the past couple of years. And I’m getting pretty good at it, I have to say. *insert tooting horn* When we first got married, I didn’t cook much- just simple stuff, usually from a box. Dan was in graduate school and then I started freelancing while still working full-time, so that didn’t leave much time for being in the kitchen. We ate a LOT of fast food and soup from a can. But once things calmed down a bit (relatively speaking of course- having a kid can hardly be considered ‘calming down’!) and we settled into a more predictable schedule with work and all of that, I usually cook 3 or 4 nights a week. And I try to cook something new each week or at least every other week. I get boooored with the same stuff all the time, plus I’m more comfortable in the kitchen now so I’m braver with recipes.

    Also, as much as I love to cook, I HATE cleaning up, planning what to make, and shopping for the ingredients. Is there someone I can hire for just those parts? :) I can also do the eating part, I’m good at that.

    3. Sometimes, I’m afraid to have a second kid. Parenting is a big honking huge leap of faith. From the moment you decide to TRY to become a parent all the way through your kid becoming a grown up and having kids of their own- you have NO idea how it will turn out. That’s obviously part of the attraction, it’s the Best Part of Life, really. But for me, A Planner, it scares the crap out of me. And the entire process of having Maggie turned out so fantastically awesome, why would we want to mess with Perfection? We conceived practically right away, my pregnancy was boring & uneventful (which, as far as pregnancies go, that’s what you want!), delivery was perfect, and she is just The Best. (And I say that even after she was Super Crank, Child Spawn of Satan yesterday.) Plus, there’s the whole idea of being responsible for a SECOND human being. I feel like we just got settled into a nice rhythm of our days, I’m balancing my business and being a mom pretty well (most days!) and things are going great. Having another kid will completely crap on all of that. heh.

    That’s not to say that we won’t have another one, and it’s not to say that we don’t WANT to have another one. It’s just some days I really consider the benefits of only having one child. I know one day when we do have another one, I’ll look back and laugh and think I was crazy for ever thinking that, but still. You know.

    4. My torso is super-short. SERIOUSLY. It makes buying shirts nearly impossible. The style lately seems to be longer shirts, narrow and tight against the body. On me, they end up looking like a too-small dress because they come down past my butt. Because of this, I usually shop in the petite section of stores- which leads to two problems: 1) Not very many stores HAVE a petite section, and the ones that do are usually quite pricey (at least for me, El Cheap-o when it comes to buying clothes) and 2) The styles in the petite sections are usually geared toward… um… MATURE women (basically OLD LADIES.) Flower prints, plaids, SHOULDER PADS (I only WISH I was kidding!!) So yeah. When I go clothes shopping, I usually leave with determination and many hours blocked off for many many many trips to the dressing room, and I end up coming home with like TWO SHIRTS and major feelings of dejection.

    5. I chewed my nails to BITS up until I was 22. Then one day, I decided I was done walking around with hands that looked like they had been through a meat-grinder. I got some of this stuff and used it religiously. Once my nails grew a little bit and started getting stronger and prettier, I didn’t WANT to chew my nails. Since then, I’ve had long nails and haven’t gone back to biting them.

    6. I am afraid of debt. I suppose it stems from growing up and watching my parents work SO HARD and still have Money Troubles. Now that I’m an adult with a job and a family and a house and bills, I am constantly afraid we’re going to get into trouble. We have 1 credit card that we use for daily things (groceries, gas, shopping, whatever) and we pay it off each month. Basically, if we don’t have the money for it, we don’t buy it- we just like the rewards points we can redeem for free crap! (which, it is rumored that these perks for ‘Good’ credit card users will be going away, in which case, they can guarantee that we’ll stop using ours. Just isn’t worth it, thanks.) This Anal Retentiveness (on both of our parts- thankfully Dan and I are on the same page when it comes to money) has worked out fairly well for us- we have only ever carried a balance on our card once, right after we got married (we had to pay for a bit of our wedding stuff- photographer and honeymooon and such- and it took us a few months to catch up) And now that we’ve paid off our 2 student loans from undergrad (totaling over $40K, GAH!!) and our first 2 cars, our only debt is our house and my new car we bought last September. That makes me a happy camper. Credit cards SCARE THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF ME.

    7. I crack a lot. And by crack I mean my joints. My knuckles, my wrists, my elbows, my neck, my back, my toes, my ankles, my knees… you get the idea. A lot of times it’s not even on purpose- it just happens when I stand up or move. Sign I’m getting older, I suppose. But my knuckles cracking is all me- yes, I’m that annoying one making all that racket with her fingers. I imagine my old co-workers were glad when I quit. ha

    8. I used to be afraid of the phone. This is SO funny to me because I’m normally very chatty (just ask… anyone who has ever met me. ha) But in college when it came time to do something like Order The Pizza, I would do whatever I could to avoid making the call. I would make Dan do it. I don’t really know why, I think I just felt awkward and didn’t like the uncertainty of calling a stranger on the phone about anything, even something as minor as extra cheese and pepperoni.

    I have since gotten over this, given that I have a business. I participate in a LOT of phone calls with people I’ve never spoken with before, and now it’s no big deal. Which makes me laugh when I look back on my panicky evasive maneuvers. Such a dork.

    9. I drink a ton of water. It started when I worked in a research lab after college. I think the air was really dry or something because I was constantly thirsty. Then it became a habit and that’s pretty much all I drink anymore. I prefer water to most anything else- I rarely drink pop (or soda or whatever the eff you call it in your neck of the woods) and I don’t usually drink alcohol either. I get too filled up on fizzy drinks and I’d MUCH rather spend my calories on something covered in cheese. (Do they make alcohol you can put cheese on? Because THAT I’d be into.) It has gotten to the point where if I don’t drink my normal amount of water, I get a weird headache the next day and feel horrible. Water withdrawal?

    10. I’m addicted to chapstick and lipgloss. I think this kid of goes along with the water thing- parched mouths and lips ANNOY THE CRAP out of me. So I always have a chapstick nearby (Bonne Bell Lipsmackers FTW!). I have them stashed all around the house: in my desk drawer, in my purse, in my jewelry box, and I usually have either a chapstick or a lipgloss in my pocket. If I happen to be wearing pants without pockets, I PANIC. WHERE WILL MY LIPGLOSS GO???!

    I’m kinda neurotic. (hey that’s bonus item #11!)

    Okay, for this little meme thingie, I’m tagging:
    Melissa at Moody Peach
    Danielle at Captain Pork Chops
    Kelly at Kellybeans

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    weekly winners, volume 15

    A day late. Better than not at all, I always say!

    Weekly Winners @ Sarcastic Mom

    mmmm cake
    mmmm cake

    hanging basket
    hanging basket

    puddles & chubby knees
    splish splash

    rocky
    rocky

    watching for ducks
    Maggie & Uncle Tom

    rainbow & my shadow
    rainbow

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    so no one told you life was gonna be this way

    I’ve been thinking a lot lately about friendship.

    Depending on where we are in our lives, friendship takes on different meanings. When we’re 5, it’s pretty much whoever lets us play with their toys or whoever likes the same cartoon character that we do. As we grow older, the requirements for being friends with someone become a little less tangible- sometimes we just click with a person, and there’s not really an explanation. Usually there is a common ground that brings us together- a job, a mutual friend, going to the same college- but if you asked me why I am friends with the people I call my friends, I’d have to think about that.

    And that’s what’s been on my mind.

    I have a lot of people who I’d call Friends. I’m pretty social and (I like to think) I’m fairly easy going and likable. And of course the internet makes it really easy to keep in touch with people and thus feel like us have a lot more friends than we probably do (all you have to do on Facebook is click a button and HI! INSTANT FRIEND!) But in all honesty, as far as Best Friends or even just Close Friends, for me, those numbers are low.

    Dan is my best friend. He has been since we were 17. It’s easy being his best friend, for reasons I’m not sure we could pinpoint specifically- it just is. He’s the only person on the planet who I really feel 100% comfortable with, even when I was all fat and pregnant and pushing a human out of my Lady Parts. I was totally fine with him watching that, and he was too. If that ain’t friendship, I don’t know what is. ha

    But Girl Friendships are different. I have never had more than couple of Really Close Girl Friends. Because of that, I try to really make an effort to keep those friendships going, which of course gets harder as we all get older. We all have kids and husbands and jobs and people move far away and just Life In General, really. So in order for it to work, both people have to make an equal effort.

    And recently I have been coming to terms with the fact that sometimes all of these things in life? These changes and distractions and Big Life Decisions? Can get in the way of a friendship continuing. They can actually force us to grow apart from one another, even when we’re trying desperately to ignore the fact. Two friends- who have been friends FOREVER- who seem on the surface to have a lot in common, might really be in two totally different places and have become two entirely different people than they once were. And it’s nobody’s fault, really… it just is.

    Friendships with girls are tricky at times, because of the J word: jealousy. And the C word: competition. In my experience, girls are jealous by nature & can be a bajillion times more competitive than boys. We just are, because we suck. ha. I know I can be that way- envious of her beautiful hair, or jealous of her ability to manage 4 kids, or wishing I had her discipline to stay in such awesome physical shape, sometimes wanting to do better and have better than her. It happens to all of us. But the hard part, the sad part, is when that jealousy is between friends, and it grows and festers and eventually becomes an unspoken elephant in the room, and the Jealous Friend turns the other friend into the Feeling Guilty Friend. And then the Feeling Guilty friend becomes defensive because she feels attacked over things she can’t really control. And then… goodbye friendship.

    Nobody likes walking on eggshells around a friend. You shouldn’t HAVE to walk on eggshells around a friend. Right?

    At a certain point, is it even worth trying to repair the damage from years of the Jealousy-Guilt Cycle? And aside from being worth it- is it even possible to heal a friendship after all of that? It can start to make you crazy, questioning everything- why were you ever friends in the first place? And if this friendship is doomed, are you truly friends with the other people you consider your friends? Maybe YOU’RE the one with the problem. Maybe it’s ALL YOUR FAULT and you can’t even see it.

    I’m not even sure where I’m going with this, I just really needed a brain dump today. In addition to everything else that’s been going on the past few weeks, this has been on my mind and I needed to get it out. And possibly ask for advice. I know I’m being very vague and non-specific.

    I guess my real question is, if you have ever been the Feeling Guilty friend, what did you do? And have you ever been the Jealous Friend? How did it all turn out?

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    bits of everything, all over the damn place, including MY BRAINS, OMG.

    OH THIS WEEK. This week has nearly beaten me. I have never had to make so many phone calls and appointments or fill out so many papers or have such an incredible amount of work to do in such a short time. My house is in shambles, there is clean and dirty laundry everywhere and I had an entire dishwasher load worth of dirty dishes on the counters and sink today that I could put into the dishwasher yet because it was full of clean dishes from 3 days ago and by 9pm every night, my brain is just DONE. This whole work/moving/toddler/wife/family thing? IS EXHAUSTING.

    ENOUGH WHINING! We finally finished up our home inspection today. Regular inspection, pest inspection, radon test- all passed. w00t! Just a few minor things that we’re taking back to the sellers to see if they’re willing to fix, but nothing that would be a deal-breaker for us.

    We also applied for our mortgage last Saturday. We locked in our crappy rate, which really in the grand scheme of things isn’t that crappy but compared to a month ago when we first found the new house, it SUUUCKS. We could have ‘floated’ it (which just sounds GROSS to me, because I’m a 12 year old boy) and locked it in later if it dropped, but we were afraid if we did that, rates would just keep climbing. So now that we’re locked in, I’m sure in a couple of weeks, rates will be like 0.000001% or some crap. Lowest Rates In History! Too Bad You Missed It! BLARGH.

    BUT! We’re all set for the move (pending the inspection on our current house, of course!) and we killed lots of trees with all the papers we had to sign. Go us. August 14, here we come.

    Maggie escaped from our house last night. Dan and I were in our room changing clothes after we got home from work, and she wandered down the hall. I thought I heard her go down the stairs but I didn’t think much of it- she does that a lot and she’s usually fine for a few minutes- she likes to climb on the couches down there. Then I realized the squealing giggles I was hearing were coming from OUTSIDE. I ran down the steps and out into the driveway and sure enough, there she was- running and giggling and thinking it was such a fun game to watch Mommy chase after her in no shoes and her gym shorts and her dress shirt. (I looked Hawt.)

    Turns out that the door leading from the house into the garage wasn’t latched all the way so she just pushed her way through, and the garage door for the car was still open from us getting home. HOWEVER. We witnessed tonight that she is able to open our front door on her down. So far she can’t reach the lock… but it’s only a matter of time.

    I’m considering Invisible Fence.

    WORK. IS. KICKING. MY. BUTT. I am *thisclose* to finally wrapping up a huge ecommerce site I built- the main site launched tonight (woo!) and I just have a few things to finish in the next week or so. Combine that with still catching up from vacation, a couple of other sites that are mid-way through, PLUS 3 new jobs (!!) I just landed in the last 2 weeks and a new client meeting tomorrow- I’m a busy busy girl. Which is obviously great given the Giganto Mortgage we just applied for and will be taking on a mere 7 weeks. But still. WHHHAAA!

    This is the first real computer time I’ve had in over a week that involves doing something fun. Or at least non-work related. I’ve snuck a few minutes here and there to check in on my Google Reader and read some of your lovely blog posts, but I’ve been having trouble keeping up and commenting. I love you all though! I’m reading along! I promise! I miss my bloggie friends.

    We have a few moving companies coming to give us estimates in the next week or so- I honestly have no idea how much it will be. $500? $200? $3000? (*GULP*) We’ll be doing all the packing and can move a lot of the little stuff, but we need (want) a professional company to move our furniture. Mainly our flat screen tv because DUDE, they have insurance and if they break it, they buy us a new one. If we try to move it and break it? No more HD Steeler football for us and that is no good. This will be interesting. I’m sure my eyeballs will fall out tomorrow when I get the first quote.

    Maggie is a constant source of frustration and overwhelming awesomeness. One minute she’s driving me up the wall with her Not Listening (Seriously. She totally ignores everything I say until it involves anything remotely close to the word ‘candy’ or ‘dammit’ or ‘YOU SUCK’, then suddenly she’s ALL EARS.) and her sudden decision that she hates blueberries, even though she has been eating and begging for them every day for like A YEAR, and then the next minute, she’s giving me kisses and asking me to ‘play wif me, Mommy!’ And how can I resist?

    This evening while I was cooking dinner, she was watching Cinderella. Then she was playing PlayDoh on the dining room table. She knows that the rule is PlayDoh Stays On The Table. I peeked into the living room and saw a big blue blob of PlayDoh by the tv and she was standing next to it. I asked her, “Are you allowed to have PlayDoh in the living room?” She whipped her head around to stare at me, then slllooooowwwly shook her head back and forth, with her big green eyes wide open. I asked her to take it back into the dining room, but she ignored me (SHOCKING!). So I paused Cinderella and told her that until she took it back to the table, Cinderella was staying off. She looked at me. Then the tv. Then the PlayDoh. Then back at me. Then she sighed, grabbed the PlayDoh and walked to the table.

    SHE SIGHED. And I think she may have rolled her eyes a bit. My two-year-old is suddenly 13.

    I’m such a mean mom.

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    weekly winners, volume 14

    Not a ton of pictures taken this week, but I got a couple good ones. A day late though- still catching up from our crazy weekend!

    Weekly Winners @ Sarcastic Mom

    my baby, growing up
    my baby

    splish splash
    splish splash

    TA-DA!!!
    TA-DA!!!

    running
    running

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