tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244060942011-10-21T14:22:25.440-04:00Trying to make sense of my thoughts using the English language.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.comBlogger1751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-6807655629549302132011-01-18T06:48:00.006-05:002011-01-18T08:07:50.933-05:00

Over the past several weeks I have been reminded -- with a kick to the face and a punch to the back -- why I dislike working with Windows. Ahh.. memories. I'm sure my story is not new. Considering I had almost committed myself to an asylum, I thought I'd share the tale in order to help with my healing process. Twas three weeks ago when I reinstalled parallels and XP on my Macbook Pro.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-28499640130660604862010-11-09T15:56:00.003-05:002010-11-09T16:19:29.126-05:00

The week hasn't started off on the best of notes, mainly because Mr. Moon decided to pay his monthly visit. Not only am I tired but I'm extremely irritable. That being said, Ollie -- our dear, dear dog -- really knew how to push several of my already teetering buttons. In case I haven't mentioned it, Ollie has a terrible habit of taking our belongings out into the back yard when he wants

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-15349842713649401642010-07-29T16:09:00.003-04:002010-07-29T16:18:27.611-04:00

My greatest pleasure about being a stay-at-home mom is watching my daughters development. Physically, we know that she can handle about anything you throw at her. Her dare-devil personality also keeps us on our toes because she has absolutely no fear. The verbal skills... well, it's been slow going, but recently she's been trying to talk more and it's adorable. Yesterday we were outside

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-61772885241826086652010-05-23T19:24:00.005-04:002010-05-23T19:56:49.889-04:00

A couple of weeks ago we made the decision to stop sending Ollie to dog camp. It was a lot harder for me than hubby since hubby thought that dog camp was too foo-foo-la-la anyway. Whatever. I looked at it as a way for Ollie to socialize with other dogs a couple of times a week. Especially now that we have Claire. ESPECIALLY because remembering to take him to the dog park is a lot of work for

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-10542954132260931182010-05-18T19:27:00.003-04:002010-05-18T19:53:19.121-04:00

The past 2 days have been gray and rainy. Not much fun when mamma, baby and dog LOVE being outdoors. Luckily we had a bit of a reprieve today, but yesterday-- yikes! Talk about cabin fever! At one point we all were looking at one another with shifty eyes, just daring the other to do something annoying. All we needed was a tiny prod and *BAM* we'd be all over the instigator giving her what-for

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-84305818640269257492010-03-18T11:48:00.003-04:002010-03-18T12:04:32.429-04:00

This morning I had my once-every-4-year appointment with the dermatologist. I like to be sure that I haven't completely ruined my skin with the amount of tanning I do. The tanning begins once the weather starts warming up. Any amount of sun time I can get I'll take and it only increases come summer. Luckily there's a lot of Italian blood in me, from both sides of the family, and thankfully it

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-38864417840572460012010-03-11T16:04:00.003-05:002010-03-11T16:10:54.401-05:00

We're standing in the hallway. I'm bending over and down to tell Claire something. Because it is warmer today than yesterday, I've opted to wear a t-shirt instead of another long-sleeved one. Spring is right around the corner! As I'm talking with Claire, She notices my bare arm and begins to slap it. "Arm. That's my arm!" Claire looks up at me and smiles. Then she grabs my arm and gives it

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-53559171662505717622010-03-10T11:51:00.002-05:002010-03-10T14:21:23.675-05:00

Yesterday was so beautiful outside: mid-60's, sunny skies. A much anticipated day since we've been buried in 5 feet of snow for the past month! The warm weather meant that we could all be outside and not be up to our knees in snow or covered in mud from the snow melt. YAY! So I took them (dog and toddler) out for a walk and ended up hanging out at a tot lot that was spacious enough for Ollie

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-40425286346937511032010-01-21T22:28:00.006-05:002010-01-21T22:42:52.007-05:00

Every day I try and get Claire to name different things rather than point and grunt like she usually does. Her verbal skills come a distant second to bungee jumping and I can understand why. I mean, why talk when you can so easily do! Or aggressively point or scream/cry. Personally, English and I usually butt heads so I can see where Claire gets it from. I think if Casey ever heard her call

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-59698869901007352262010-01-16T20:24:00.002-05:002010-01-16T20:35:51.833-05:00

Before dinner we headed out for a family walk. Ollie was all giddy with excitement because this meant 2 walks in 1 day! Very rare and special indeed (a doggy door comes in so handy, but to meet Ollie's exercise needs, not so much). Anyway, we took our usual route and ended up at the elementary school playground. I was so impressed with Claire's climbing abilities. I knew that she was a good

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-86203787699063098232010-01-15T15:12:00.003-05:002010-01-16T08:55:26.700-05:00

As Claire approaches the big -2- we, ok ... me ... has started making inquiries into and visiting different day cares in the area. The process is overwhelming and I'm grateful to have other mommies give me feedback about the day cares they send their children too. It helps to narrow down the options. Oh yeah, that and the fact that 1/2 of the day cares around require the children to be 3 years

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-56454945401585661472010-01-14T16:34:00.002-05:002010-01-14T16:44:55.504-05:00

I was not using my brain, even when I saw what the immediate future held in store for me and Claire. This morning I had a cup of tea, well, only half a cup because a feisty 19 month old refused to let me finish it up. During the blur of time that followed, I remember us leaving for our morning play adventure. Fast forward 1.5 hours later. I went into the kitchen to make Claire's snack.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-7900866747087332352009-11-05T14:16:00.004-05:002009-11-05T14:25:25.068-05:00

Claire has two blankets: a heavy one that came with the bed spread and a light one that Mimay made for her. I use the light one for naps since the house is pretty warm and she's like a mini-radiator anyway. Aside from switching out the blankets, Mr. Kasoogi is always laying on the edge of her pillow. Today I was so flustered I forgot to get her bed ready and left everything as it was, which

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-1803298271019859602009-09-02T18:28:00.006-04:002009-09-03T08:37:31.858-04:00

A phone conversation that Casey had with a 4 year old who just LO-UH-UUUUVES the cookies I bake. -- begin email -- The phone just rang (about 10 minutes after you left for rehearsal). This was the conversation: I pick up - "Hello?" Tiny voice - "hello." *pregnant pause* me - "yes? hello?" tiny voice - "I like the cookies" It takes a half second now for the penny to drop in my mind before I

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-24206253242423273782009-08-26T18:34:00.002-04:002009-08-26T18:41:45.993-04:00

I took Claire to a child's program that takes place at the library. Today, there were less people in attendance then normal and I think that has to do with it being the end of summer and families getting in one last vay-cay before school starts. Less people meant more space for the kids to walk, run, and dance around. This has its ups and downs. The downside usually equates to moms chasing

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-90062921258984931512009-08-14T21:48:00.004-04:002009-08-14T22:19:44.517-04:00

This afternoon I took baby and dog to the playground. It's a great compromise because Ollie MUST, MUST, MUST get out of the house. He's eyeing me as soon as we wake up in the morning. "When are we going for a walk? Now? Is it time for a walk?" argh. I like to take them in the late afternoon because there is a 1% chance of us coming across wildlife, which means it's safe to let him walk off

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-86853088812936284612009-08-05T18:00:00.002-04:002009-08-05T18:05:29.998-04:00

In one 24 hour period, Claire has managed to poop 7 times. It's a delicious thought, I know. It completely baffles my mind though because I don't understand how one little body can pass so much stuff! At first I thought she had a stomach bug until Casey felt a new tooth cutting through her gums. Ahhhh!! Now I know why she needs to poop and poop and poop. It's better than her fussing and

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-31878932993084633332009-08-03T22:18:00.002-04:002009-08-03T22:23:45.765-04:00

We were all excited when last week Claire made the connection and understand what "No" and the head shake means. Trouble is, now everything is a "no", even when she means "yes" and this is extremely frustrating. Now when I ask a question or know that she really means yes, I follow her violent head shake with a smiling, nodding "yes" in hopes that she'll make this correlation sooner than later.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-44525643221768539572009-07-30T11:07:00.002-04:002009-07-30T11:13:38.982-04:00

Our child fully understands how to say "No" with her head. We'll ask if she wants juice. Claire shakes her head and scowls. Do you want your ball? Another head shake and a scowl. Suddenly she'll blurt out "Schzzzzzz" and run to the refrigerator. Once opened, she gives a mighty point to the package of cheese sitting on the shelf. The girl knows what she wants. It's scary and exciting to

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-10257981229325230652009-07-06T09:25:00.007-04:002009-07-07T08:12:31.403-04:00

We had quite a few "firsts" over the past 2 weeks. I was putting laundry in the dryer and suddenly I hear "Ptht" "spit" "ptht". Oh, would you look at that. A wad of Ollie's canned food with a particle or two of dry kibble. Where Claire had found this treasure I haven't a clue. I do know she must have put the whole thing in her mouth because when I picked up the yummilicious treat to toss,

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-40408367900002893342009-04-24T15:03:00.003-04:002009-08-09T19:33:15.024-04:00

Rather than waiting to put all of this into your monthly update, I wanted to capture these now because we are just so impressed. First off, last Saturday you took your first steps and only I was witness to this (even though your uncle and dadda were standing RIGHT THERE). You were balancing on your feet in front of me, then suddenly u took 5 steps towards your dad! It was incredible. From

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-38439029809069893332009-04-01T13:30:00.002-04:002009-04-01T13:32:52.751-04:00

So last night I had Claire chase Ollie around downstairs. He would run out of the house and I would tell Claire to "go get him!" and she'd crawl all enthusiastically to the back door/doggie door. When he would come back in she would shake her body and give a exclamatory gasp like "OMG! THERE HE IS!!!" Along the path to the door, she kept stopping to inspect a piece of debris on the ground.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-90884965128389405472009-03-31T06:40:00.004-04:002009-03-31T08:29:55.903-04:00

On Sunday you reached the big 1-0. And as you approached the double digit, your development in areas suddenly sped up. For instance, you see the value in crawling and will drop on all 4's to go and chase Ollie around the room (or mamma if Ollie isn't around). You also switched from "da-da-da-ba-ba" to "na-na-ma-ma. mom". It's exciting to see you building a vocabulary and will be even more

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-76747208887603167072009-03-20T20:19:00.001-04:002009-03-20T20:20:46.427-04:00

This morning I run to the market with baby in tow. The parking lot was pretty empty so I found a spot that was 3 spots away from a car on my left. This gave me plenty of room to open my door (a 2-door) and begin extracting baby from the back. I also thought that with the 3 spots to my left, the next person to come in would take a spot further from my vehicle. Oh was I the fool! Because I

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-89309568870354757952009-02-26T18:45:00.004-05:002009-03-06T17:05:47.120-05:00

Once again I'm combining two months of your life into one post for one reason -- laziness. OK. That isn't the only reason, I've been extremely busy raising you and working and trying to balance life with my spouse, dog, friends and self. So your mamma isn't as lazy as you may think. She's just overwhelmed and considering we're now one week into month 10, I better get this up fast before the

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-81002588373154664052009-02-03T11:51:00.004-05:002009-02-03T12:03:27.552-05:00

My dog loves to mark his territory. And when I say 'love' I mean his passion is so ingrained into his being that he could be running on 'E' and still lift that leg in hopes that one microscopic droplet escapes. Damn if any other dog or wildlife will think they are alpha in these here parts! Because of this deep love of his, I can not go running with him. Talk about annoying. Every couple of

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-80336640783541608312009-01-16T10:43:00.001-05:002009-01-16T10:43:55.105-05:00

Holy cripes, did this make me laugh. Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-66164091320236768032009-01-05T12:14:00.002-05:002009-01-05T12:16:17.466-05:00

Vanilla rice milk tastes like playdough, or at least what I believe playdough would taste like based on its smell. My mouth is very confused right now.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-67687453836251383562008-12-29T17:00:00.000-05:002008-12-29T17:03:38.310-05:00

This month has been filled with achievements. Goals that your dad and I put into place after your last visit to the pediatrician. You still got to have fun, just with a little added "oomph." Since you enjoy walking so much, I think these milestones weren't a thought in your head because, hey, you can walk with mommy and daddy's help and that's much faster. Unfortunately, your parents are

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-26082223256993316922008-12-12T10:34:00.004-05:002008-12-12T10:49:52.757-05:00

This morning I'm watching BBC America and it's commercial time. Normally I try an tune them out, but one caught my attention: the Silver Sonic hearing aid. Initially I had to laugh. The hearing aid is designed to look like a blue tooth headset. I would think that if you have to use a hearing aid, you would want to conceal it rather than announce to the world that you have trouble hearing.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-2934728866543399942008-12-11T08:28:00.004-05:002008-12-11T08:44:43.922-05:00

Yesterday morning Claire was obviously tired and needed her morning nap. I tried several times to get her down, only to hear her rip the binkie from her mouth and begin fake-crying as I left the room. Oh that fake-cry brings back memories from my own childhood. I remember very distinctly fake-crying in order to get dad's attention, or something I wanted. I'm guessing hubby didn't have the

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-45889561298062114952008-11-29T09:52:00.003-05:002008-12-01T11:07:15.291-05:00

Happy one-half year of life! I can totally picture you rolling your eyes and saying "Mah-uhm!" over the cheesiness of that line. Awesome. This months post may be a tad longer than the previous ones because I am combining the last two months of your development into one post. It is all due to laziness and lack of motivation to write at month 5. Boo on me.. I know. Be grateful that I'm not

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-67706635281156937712008-11-24T13:25:00.002-05:002008-11-24T13:32:47.003-05:00

I'm only ever going to buy vintage dresses from eBay (assuming there's a "Buy Now" button and it's affordable) because OMG!! I just purchased the most adorable dress. OK, it's more of a gown, and I bought it for the show I'm currently in ("It's a Wonderful Life" at Pasadena Theatre Company. I'm revising my role as Mary Hatch/Bailey.) And it was hard to only purchase one because these dresses

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-4468574615595036242008-11-09T13:51:00.003-05:002008-11-09T14:02:56.613-05:00

The other night hubby was trying to find a way to placate our little girl. I told him that she likes to be startled. One of her favorite games is having you close your eyes or look away, then quickly look back at her and blow raspberries in the air. It makes her eyes flinch and then she just laughs and laughs. So he gives it a go. First time receives a giggle. Second time a hearty laugh.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-58868505586873041712008-10-08T17:57:00.005-04:002008-10-08T18:03:44.540-04:00

Not sure what's in the water around here, but every day for the past month at least 2 birds have been flying into either my front or back window. Most survive, a few do not. I am sad to report that we have our second official bird death. Not more than five minutes ago I heard a loud "THWUMP"! I got up to walk to the living room where a blob of feathers remain plastered against the window.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-36569075493330896612008-10-04T19:25:00.004-04:002008-10-04T19:36:46.857-04:00

I'm trying to install the latest IE (7) without overriding IE (6) so I can test my web sites in both (side note: this has failed miserably many times in the past because IE doesn't deem it necessary to see where you would like to install the latest version and takes it upon itself to update and override your previous applications.. f*k'rs). Before I get ahead of myself, let me explain that I'm

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-59908672960798098772008-10-03T17:46:00.004-04:002008-12-03T09:50:31.638-05:00

I'm typing an email with baby-girl on my lap. Within 30 seconds I feel something very warm on my thighs. Not feeling anything wet, I assume it was Claire and her overly heated body. Another minute later I brush my hand against something wet. Nuts! And it was day one of wearing my new non-maternity jeans. *sigh* It's feeding time and Claire is fussing. Hubby has stopped over to say his

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-34049093426932255682008-10-02T11:31:00.006-04:002008-10-02T16:48:35.525-04:00

Dear Women's Clothing Manufacturers, The other day I ventured out to purchase a few non-maternity pants. The experience left me confused and quite put out. Why do you insist on distorting a women's perception of reality by using arbitrary numbers as the actual pant/dress size? Especially when we know that these sizes do not represent the same amount of fabric that went into making said size a

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-58178340771298866212008-09-29T07:12:00.002-04:002008-10-04T19:25:23.332-04:00

Weight: 12 lbs 3 oz Height: 25" Today you turn 4 months old and we are celebrating by you working on hour 4 of your morning nap, as well as night 7 of yet another 11 hour sleep. If there is one trait that definitely makes you daddy's girl, it's your ability to sleep and sleep and ... ummm ... oh yes, sleep. Of course this ability is hindered when mamma has to swaddle you. I do not possess the

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-50271131084578896352008-09-15T08:14:00.001-04:002008-09-15T08:17:43.568-04:00

I'm not much of a cat person, but I just fell in love with this one. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muLIPWjks_M

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-59399880852428243202008-09-12T16:31:00.003-04:002008-09-12T16:38:18.181-04:00

It's 5am. I hear a pacing in the bedroom "Mom, I have to pee. I have to pee, mom. Mom, really.. it's been 8 hours. I have to pee." *pause* "HUMAN, CAN YOU LET ME OUT OF THIS &*$*#*#(@#( HOUSE!!" I begrudgingly get out of bed to open Ollie's doggie door. Five minutes later I'm back in bed, snuggled against my pillow when I hear "BUH-LEEEHHHH". Good grief. Dang dog spewed... again. I

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-48116597411823466692008-09-12T15:16:00.004-04:002008-09-12T15:22:47.949-04:00

I don't know what it is about my iPhone that scares her so, but every time I try to get a picture of Claire smiling she gives me this face instead:

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-67384236734631327742008-09-10T10:11:00.002-04:002008-09-10T10:18:19.249-04:00

Hubby is at a conference these next few days, which leaves me alone with Claire and Ollie. Ollie is easy... I'm sending him to a few extra days of camp so I won't have him follow me around the house with "Are we going? We're going right? Now? Walking.. Right. Seriously, are we going? I'm totally ready to go." Claire on the other hand is a pistol. She's not only discovered her high-pitched

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-62609488029109776332008-09-04T16:31:00.002-04:002008-09-04T16:35:04.558-04:00

Today has been a rough one for me mentally. So when I received this IM from my brother, I got that much needed laugh. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did...

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-41584029451092132542008-08-29T18:35:00.000-04:002008-09-02T09:01:41.533-04:00

You are a very curious child. Every morning I take you over to the fridge and as soon as you see the Periodic Table of Elements you laugh and laugh. Then you get very serious, because, after all, this is the Periodic Table of Elements. After about 5 seconds of heavy concentration you begin to babbling. I can only assume you're reading aloud about each element, giving me a blow by blow of what

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-51217533683702120902008-08-27T18:29:00.002-04:002008-08-27T18:35:45.254-04:00

I just went downstairs to ask hubby a question. While talking, baby-girl looks at me, then turns to look at dad, only to turn to look back at me, and then again back at dad. *baby-girls mind*: "What? Is this true? Am I really seeing TWO PARENTS?? But I thought there was only one that changed form based on time of day? Wow! This is making me dizzy..." She must have checked us both out for

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-4153993368648107292008-08-20T11:25:00.003-04:002008-08-20T11:27:10.109-04:00

Received a "Please Come Back" mail from AAA. Apparently they really miss me because my name has been modified from Christine to Christ. Wow. I'm flattered. Dorks.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-20691608561994202522008-08-19T21:36:00.004-04:002008-08-19T21:51:55.626-04:00

Well, not quite. But a "Yea! I've Finished" medal is received. Back in December when I was about 4 months pregnant, I signed up for the Baltimore Half-Marathon in hopes that it will get me back in shape. When I told friends and family about it, I would get the universal eye-roll and a "Sure! OK." response. Because apparently when you have a baby you can't do anything that doesn't include

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-19496077504382477182008-08-18T18:40:00.002-04:002008-08-18T18:54:47.653-04:00

I'm in the car driving back from a very pleasant outing w/ baby-girl (meaning she slept the entire hour we were out). Flipping through the radio channels I stop on Green Day's "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)". Cool. Or perhaps not. The song ends and I hear the station's advert "Lite FM". WHAT?!?!? Crap. Is it true? I thought only the likes of Neil Diamond and Sade and Lionel Richie

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-62585216964989274052008-08-01T07:40:00.002-04:002008-08-01T07:45:46.049-04:00

Right now I'm wearing one of my pre-pregnancy jeans. Yes! That is correct. Granted it's my wide-leg pre-pregger jean from Express, but I don't care because IT HAS BUTTONS AND A ZIPPER!! One down and 4 remain. *Oh-oh. And my abs have gone from a 4.5 finger separation to little over a 3-finger separation. THE JOY!!!*

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-78465637655666132782008-07-29T14:33:00.004-04:002008-07-30T06:00:31.801-04:00

Stats: weight: 9 pounds, 14oz length: 23" head: 38cm For some reason, the doctor's measure the heads because this is where they are most concerned about growth. I'm thinking you only have to look at baby-girl and see that her head is HUGE! A baby bobble head, which means -- to me -- that she will also have a big brain. I say she's in the 100 percentile group here. This has been a big month

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-20735553997102894192008-07-21T14:18:00.001-04:002008-07-21T14:19:45.258-04:00

My eye pillows are weighing me down. I think baby-girl knows that dad is away on business because she has changed her sleep cycle from every 3-4 hours to every 1-2 hours. AAAIIIEEEEE!!! Dad is totally doing a whole night of feeding once he returns. I need to sleep.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-49659912255555795612008-07-12T09:53:00.004-04:002008-07-12T10:15:14.317-04:00

We did it! Claire and I finally did something more than just take our daily walks. We ventured out into the public. I know.. and not even at 6 weeks of age! She was well protected so that strange hands wouldn't find a way to touch her. Our first outing took us to a friends house (who has 2 kids of her own). Claire was a bit off since it was her nap time and she was all confused as to why

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-6684036922715099702008-06-26T07:19:00.005-04:002008-07-08T18:20:59.368-04:00

Claire, this is for you. My goal is to try and document all of your milestones every month. Unfortunately I'm a bit behind the first month and being that my mind is mush I'm going to make this more of a bullet-point type list. I've never held or been around a newborn before, so one of the really cool things to watch develop are your eyes. During your first week one eye would go left, the

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-75367935686485277092008-06-25T10:22:00.001-04:002008-06-25T10:24:06.819-04:00

XKCD captured it perfectly:

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-40981511651268214012008-06-04T06:45:00.005-04:002008-06-04T08:00:02.631-04:00

OK. It's been a week since my last post. Figured I'd catch you guys up on what happened. Ollie: he ended up with a sprained toe. I know. It's insane, but yes. He sprained his toe and was given medication to deal with the pain. How ridiculous is that?? Seriously. So we headed to the vets office that is closest to us, only to find out that all electricity has been cut in that plaza. I

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-69764436815438694802008-05-28T12:40:00.002-04:002008-05-28T12:48:21.258-04:00

As I writhe in agony on the couch downstairs, I realize that Ollie hasn't left the couch upstairs. It's now 7:30am -- well past his usual 5:15am wake up call. At around 8am, when I enter the bedroom to talk w/ hubby, Ollie comes hobbling towards us. Yes, hobbling. Our poor dog is walking with a limp. Now I'm all concerned. So at first I rubbed out his leg thinking it had fallen asleep, but

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-9981148317103719562008-05-28T03:26:00.002-04:002008-05-28T03:36:28.270-04:00

So it's 3:30a EST and I'm fully awake. I've been trying to sleep for the past 2 hours but am completely unable too. The reason: I have the most wicked lower back cramps taking place. They started a few hours after my doctor appointment. I don't know if they are a result of the cervix exam or whether my body is all "You know what.. I think I'm ready to pop this child out." **Regarding the

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-2748170035981316752008-05-24T17:58:00.003-04:002008-05-24T18:21:44.312-04:00

Today marks the 5th year of my marriage. Some would say "Wow! That's a long time." We say "Damn, on top of the other 7 years of life together, this is by far the longest commitment we've both have ever made!!!" Our way of celebrating our anniversary is by taking the traditional approach. That is, we look up what the traditional gift exchange would be for that year of marriage and see what we

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-34385222301647645412008-05-21T16:34:00.003-04:002008-05-21T16:46:25.748-04:00

I can seriously entertain myself for quite some time just watching my feet go in and out of view as I walk down the street. It's true about pregnancy, by month 8 you don't have feet anymore. So when we were at the dog park I decided to take a few aerial shots of my feet. This wasn't an easy task because if I stood up, my feet completely disappeared. If I sat down I couldn't get the angle

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-47045608565606566132008-05-16T15:21:00.004-04:002008-05-16T15:32:09.556-04:00

*WARNING: massive spew of complaints follow* The physical discomfort and my anxieties about actually having to birth my baby are kicking into full swing, turning me into the supreme b*tch of the block. Making matters worse, the weather is getting nicer and I can't enjoy it by biking or running. I could walk Ollie, but I can't move as fast as I used too, which frustrates both him and me. I'm

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-31448783049632154622008-05-14T17:38:00.007-04:002008-05-14T18:20:20.809-04:00

Today the baby sling I've been wanting arrived and it's flippin' cool! For serious! Originally I was going to go with a BabyBjorn Baby Carrier, but after reading the reviews on various sites, as well as checking out some of the baby boards I'm on, I decided against it. The carrier seems really good for babies over 2 months of age, which is fine, except I wanted one that would go from newborn

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-38017669652999290022008-05-11T18:32:00.003-04:002008-05-11T18:57:02.164-04:00

One thing I'm really trying to incorporate in my/our lives is making more of our own food -- primarily the staples. You know, like bread, jam, yogurt (non-frozen). One staple in my diet is granola. Mmmmmm... yummy, crunchy granola. *slurp* Trouble is I can go through a box every two weeks or less and the cost of granola is not cheap. So today was the day I was going to make my own. After

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-22292652821412831222008-05-10T12:22:00.003-04:002008-05-10T12:28:46.355-04:00

This morning I went to the gym to put in my hour workout. Between sets I pass an elderly gentleman who was on the elliptical machine. Him: "Did you spend the night here?" Me: "Mmmm.. no. I do believe I woke up in my bed." Him: "Wow.. Because you were here yesterday when I left the gym and you're here this morning before I even got to the gym. You're dedicated!" Me: *smiles* Him: "I just

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-16757986452598766262008-05-10T06:28:00.002-04:002008-05-10T06:46:13.938-04:00

I went to the doctor's last Tuesday. She performed a cervix exam to see where the baby was sitting. Before I continue, let me just say that a cervix exam is totally NOT fun. If anything, it's painful because if the baby isn't sitting at station 0 or greater (1, 2, or 3 with 3 saying "Here's my head top... prepare for launch") the doctor has to ram his/her finger up into your baby path to feel

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-38447293771001637262008-05-02T22:01:00.002-04:002008-05-02T22:29:04.881-04:00

Earlier this evening we're sitting downstairs watching Women of Ninja Warrior (aka: Kunoichi). Ollie had situated himself between us. After about 10 minutes, Ollie pops up his head and stares intently at the fire place. His eyes are so wide they began to bulge from its sockets. Slowly the hairs on the back of his... back... begin to stand up. We're looking at him like he's crazy. After

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-31840579704157017332008-04-29T19:29:00.000-04:002008-05-02T22:35:31.669-04:00

Him: "What's that?" Her: "Huh? Oh that." *slight pause* "Jelly." Him: "Well, aren't you going to clean it up?" Her: "That's Ollie's fault. It was on his piece of Wasa and I thought when he came back for seconds he'd lick that spot clean. Guess not." Him: Stares incredulously at her. Her: "What? Fine, I'll finish cleaning up his mess." We are so going to be excellent parents.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-31525702570745100182008-04-22T17:03:00.005-04:002008-04-22T17:16:10.477-04:00

Just got back from another prenatal appointment. In two weeks we check my cervix. WOO-HOO!! Today I learned a few things. For one, I've been having Braxton Hicks contractions and had no idea. The other lesson I received was discovering what that uncomfortable feeling is between the top of my stomach and below my breasts: MY LARGE INTESTINES!! No wonder why it pains me to even hunch

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-1286031850523351912008-04-18T14:53:00.002-04:002008-04-18T15:03:47.244-04:00

Today I took off from work to get a few things done.. like getting my car fixed. That always calls for a good time. But the one important errand --- that I've managed to procrastinate for about 3 months --- was to take the MySQL Associate (CMA) Certification. If you read up on, or know anything about MySQL certifications, the Associate certificate is not has hardcore as the DBA or Developer

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-33157738353703554192008-04-18T06:36:00.002-04:002008-04-18T06:57:26.123-04:00

Ok.. now I'm starting to really get uncomfortable. I've complained a lot during this pregnancy because I'm really not one for physical change that is outside of my realm of fitness. And now... well... my belly is expanding faster every day and baby-girl is HEAVY!! In case you haven't seen a picture of me, most of my weight -- about 95% of it -- is in my belly. I use it to navigate me around

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-62803434996986732002008-04-13T07:53:00.003-04:002008-04-13T10:34:58.707-04:00

I don't know what it is, but there have been several nights this past week (last night included) where Claire will not allow me to sleep on my side--right or left. As soon as I do, I get this obnoxious *BANG* *SLAM* *POW-POW-POW* beneath and directly into my rib cage. I know I'll wake up one morning and find a big black and blue on my left side (her preferred boxing area). That's the morning

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-35189518692481135292008-03-25T17:18:00.003-04:002008-03-25T17:33:09.772-04:00

Please, please, PLEASE stop making up words that don't exist and only make you sound dumb. I know that you are capable of finding the right words needed to complete your sentence, so why do you have to add "-ize", "-izing" or some other suffix to the end of perfectly good words? I know that your software application is almost ready to go live and when it does, it will move from test to

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-83650348836201045212008-03-13T16:56:00.003-04:002008-03-13T17:09:04.689-04:00

Last night we watched Peter Jackson's King Kong. In my last post I talked about how I currently have this severe soft spot for animals. So much so, I'll cry buckets if I see them hurt in any way. Well, cgi King Kong was no different. I left the room at hour 2 when they were trying to capture poor Kong. Seriously, as I walked up the stairs I started to hyperventilate because I really want to

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-75497961526029484812008-03-11T19:00:00.004-04:002008-03-11T19:47:50.722-04:00

Ok. So I've been pretty bad about posting. I've just been busy... or extremely unmotivated to write. Actually, there are several posts in my "saved" folder. The trouble is that I get 1/2 way through writing one, lose my concentration and then hope to complete the post at some point in time in the future, which we all know is just never going to happen. Guess I'd just rather study or work on

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-16360594420956772062008-02-01T18:07:00.000-05:002008-02-01T18:09:03.556-05:00

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-54907498013959988842008-01-09T20:28:00.000-05:002008-01-09T20:36:34.918-05:00

The other day we were cooking some chicken and an uncooked piece fell to the floor. "Ollie! Come." *scurry across carpet* *pitter-patter on tile* "Look. Here. You want it? Go on. It's yours." Ollie walks over to the raw piece of chicken on the floor. He gives it a thorough inspection, steps back and looks at us with the "You've GOT to be kidding. You expect me to eat this?" look. Us,

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-54421930641695149592008-01-06T08:21:00.000-05:002008-01-06T08:28:06.923-05:00

Last Thursday I had my 2nd trimester ultrasound. Deemed "a squirmer", the munchkin is looking good all around. Unfortunately, the images don't look as good as the ones we were viewing in real time, but trust me. The lil' munchkin has all of its parts and was swimming laps during the entire exam. We also happened to find out the sex. Sssssh... it's a secret.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-62568806512727208692007-12-06T18:03:00.000-05:002007-12-06T18:04:18.518-05:00

There is just so much truth to this:

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-57904356596269227522007-12-05T07:09:00.000-05:002007-12-05T07:34:19.392-05:00

Friday Cravings Around 4pm last Friday, I received an email from an ex-coworker and fellow Thespian. "Christine, you must come audition for our winter production. There has been very little turnout you'd be perfect for the lead." I explained to him that I was pregnant and would be 24 weeks along when the show opens. "They can find clothes to hide that.". Hmmmm.. Somehow, come 24 weeks, I

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-79286538533003112822007-11-29T18:13:00.000-05:002007-11-29T18:25:38.703-05:00

As many of my readers now know (all one of you), I'm pregnant. Yes, it's true. Hard to believe I know, but it did 'mysteriously' happen. I'm currently at 13 weeks. Just a mere 27 more to go. I've got the baby ticker ticking and every week I receive newsletters from the many baby boards I've signed up with informing me of the lil' aliens development. There's so much to talk about, but it

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-15106974851524660022007-11-17T07:02:00.000-05:002007-11-17T07:12:30.964-05:00

All week I've been in training for MySQL for DBA's. Honestly, out of the many training courses I've attended, this one was the best. Not only am I extremely interested in the subject, but we had an amazing instructor. The downside: commuting to/from Rockville everyday. Wow!! My dislike for driving has increased infinite-fold. Although the final drive from Rockville wasn't as frustrating

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-36570347960332721482007-11-05T07:10:00.000-05:002007-11-08T18:48:57.535-05:00

The other day I received a Bed Bath and Beyond circular in the mail. Intrigued with their Thanksgiving goodies, I decided to window shop and stopped dead in my tracks halfway through. "Energy Saver Window Panels" only $40 per panel. The color: crimson. The style: 84" Argentina window panel. I was sold. If you've ever been to our house, I'm sure you were wowed over these beauties: And in

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-74408165616949699502007-10-27T23:53:00.000-04:002007-10-27T23:56:15.340-04:00

It's out to get me. Two sips and i'm doubled over in pain. Yes, I know it's lactose intolerance. Oddly enough I can eat cheese, yogurt and ice-cream. But give me milk and my life flashes before my eyes. It's been 7 hours since I last had those two innocent sips of hot cocoa with a milk/water mix and I want to die. I'm so put out.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-61324681273467962232007-10-23T08:36:00.001-04:002007-10-23T08:47:54.141-04:00

The other day we took Ollie to the dog park. Because the weather was cool there were more dogs there than normal AND they all had high amounts of energy. Particularly this one Wheaton terrier. She would just take off and sprint around the perimeter without any rhyme or reason. At one point, Ollie and the Wheaton took to playing with each other. They began to wrestle and chase each other

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-22780801453242180692007-08-11T10:03:00.000-04:002007-08-11T10:59:42.754-04:00

We're spending this weekend up in New York. Originally the trip was planned where I was going to go all by my lonesome and visit family. Coincidentally, friends of ours happen to be throwing their annual rooftop party this same weekend. After receiving some motivating words from his life partner, Casey decided to take Ollie and join me. I was made privy to his decision when I received an

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-40961477364925430712007-08-03T18:17:00.000-04:002007-08-03T18:22:14.814-04:00

That's right. This is my very own Sonic Screwdriver. Just received it today. AND Dr. Who is on tonight. I know. I know. Can I get any cooler? It's great being me.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-5732776972061574902007-07-30T22:19:00.000-04:002007-07-30T22:20:18.502-04:00

Holy cripes. I'm completely hooked!

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-44626313908588481182007-07-29T21:11:00.000-04:002007-07-29T21:35:34.985-04:00

Expanding upon my previous post, many moons ago I read "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance." Since then I've re-read it several times, usually when another phase of my life has begun. Throughout each reading, I always take away something new, yet one constant has always remained: the desire to ride a motorcycle. During our recent trip abroad, we discovered we wouldn't be able to rent

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-18183357623476013312007-07-29T14:18:00.000-04:002007-07-29T14:19:14.497-04:00

I did it!! I am now the proud owner of a motorcycle license!! GO ME.. GO ME.. More details to follow...

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-40412649582484163142007-07-20T20:12:00.000-04:002007-07-20T20:28:19.856-04:00

We're in the car and I'm driving. There are bumps on the center of my steering wheel to indicate where the horn button is located. Me: "You know. Car manufacturers should make these bumps say something in braille. Like 'horn'." ('Reading' each line I softly say): "Horn. Horn. Horn. Horn" Casey: ...(pause)... Casey: "I think there's a very good reason why car manufacturer don't write

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-29777391512194547292007-07-15T19:00:00.000-04:002007-07-15T19:13:07.157-04:00

A few months back a great friend of mine introduced me to an ah. maze. ing. opera singer. His name is Vittorio Grigolo. Talk about a voice of pure beauty. I hear the sound and melt. Lucky for us, Vittorio is scheduled to perform at the Kennedy Center in one of my all time favourite operas "La Boheme". And my friend, being the rock star that she is, scored us tickets. THAT'S RIGHT!! WE ARE

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-71876490468881004362007-07-15T09:53:00.000-04:002007-07-15T10:42:04.138-04:00

I thought I could hold out, but no. So, last night we saw "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix". Out of all movies made to date, this is by far my favourite and David Yates is the most impressive of all the Harry Potter directors. Granted, by book 5 the story line had definitely gotten darker, the plot richer and the characters more developed (on so many levels), so Mr. Yates had a bit

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-11677878668039009872007-07-14T12:50:00.001-04:002007-07-14T13:18:46.947-04:00

Yesterday, Ollie and I were lounging about in the living room when suddenly we hear a *THWUMP*. We both turn to look at each other. I gave Ollie the "Well, you're our family dog, go check it out," while his stare said "I'd go check it out but I'm exhausted. Be a peach and go look into it for me? Thanks." 30 minutes later I decided to investigate. A bird had flown--full force--into our

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-91480496351014014372007-07-13T16:03:00.000-04:002007-07-13T16:06:55.097-04:00

There's nothing that brings a woman closer to her dog than standing in the middle of the sidewalk yanking dingleberries o' grass from the pups a$$. Ahhh.. another memory for the books.

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-16917313423367916452007-07-07T17:20:00.000-04:002007-07-07T20:01:42.153-04:00

I received a call from my brother: "Have you talked with mom?" Me: "No. Why?" (thinking I was in trouble for not sending an anniversary gift sooner or something) Brother: "Dad's in the Hospital." At this point my mind is racing with the horrid possibility that it had something to do with his heart. And then hoping beyond all hope it's actually nothing and everything is ok. Brother: "Dad

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-26020687108956574042007-07-03T07:05:00.000-04:002007-07-03T07:15:39.901-04:00

Yesterday, returning from our walk, I spotted one of the neighbourhood cats. This one is HUGE!! and I continually mistake it for a mid-sized dog. Before Ollie notices, I command him to "Wait" then proceed to kneel down next to him and hook on his leash. He immediately cowers his head and gives off the sadest cry I have ever heard him give. He sounded and looked like I was about to punch him

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-10838572939967480452007-07-01T21:37:00.000-04:002007-07-01T21:47:23.004-04:00

It's no secret that I'm a nutcase when it comes to exercising, as much as Casey is crazy about sitting. To get him to be more active (because, let's face it ... the only way I could be still if I were knocked unconscious) was to purchase 'Dance Dance Revolution' for our PS2. This game is awesome. Unfortunately we need a solid surface for the dance pad, so we're either going to purchase the

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-16436540478982005582007-06-22T19:02:00.000-04:002007-06-22T19:43:37.604-04:00

Tonight the final episode.. ever... of SG-1 airs on Sci-fi. I'M. SO. SAD. For 10 years Casey and I have been following the most awesome adventures of the SG-1 team as they battled the Gua'uld, and most recently the Ori. Granted, their fight against the Ori isn't as exciting, but they managed to keep me interested with Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell (hummina-hummina). I have to admit, I fell

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-26207962323169701172007-06-18T09:04:00.000-04:002007-06-18T09:26:25.447-04:00

We're nearing the end of our vacation. It's been... an adventure. Mostly due to the long list of issues that seem to be b*tch-slapping Casey in the face. I believe it all has to do with a karmic imbalance. Yet, rather than waiting for us to return to the states, Karma decided that the imperfection in the universe would best be rectified during our long-awaited holiday. I can't argue with

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24406094.post-43450612981782767162007-06-16T09:08:00.000-04:002007-06-19T09:09:47.962-04:00

When in Rhodes... :^)

Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969647041937890040noreply@blogger.com0