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Once More into the Fray
Nothing really world-shattering over here, so please don’t be looking for bloggy brilliance today. Just a super quick update / mea culpa [while I wait for pizza delivery - haha] before the insanity of My Last Semester of Grad School overtakes me and sucks out my brains. This is somewhat of a follow-up to the “survival” post, but yes, I am still feeling pretty anxious, overwhelmed, and hella burnt-out. Unfortunately I was not struck by any major academic epiphanies during the break, despite many sleepless nights laying in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to plan things out and avoid full-blown panic attacks. However, I did mentally work out a rough set of project plans (sexy they are NOT); for our purposes let’s call them “A” and “B”. I was banking on plan A because it was the least painful to execute but I just realized (now 4 days into the semester) that it was only a pipe dream…I won’t risk putting anyone to sleep with the details but suffice it to say the timing just wouldn’t work out. So back to plan “B”, which is (I am doing some serious sacrificial praying) hopefully going to be feasible with a minimum of pain. So. Now I just have to work out a million details, file my grad papers, line up a bunch of research, write a literature review, and start figuring out the details of execution. Joy.
So all of this has kind of put me into full-blown freak-out mode the last couple weeks. Uncle Bubba has been acting as my ad hoc unofficial therapist/sounding-board on the go (mostly because he is the one that is always available via phone/text/yahoo lately — sorry UB!). Aside from the academic challenges, I am seriously worried about the reality of student loans pressing in upon me; my ability to find better-paying work one way or another; and getting our general current finances in some kind of order because quite frankly, 2009 and 10 kinda kicked our asses and the ducks are coming home to roost. It’s all a mess right now, but operating under certain constraints makes it hard to plan for improvement. I think this will all become a little clearer once I have escaped from grad school and can get my head screwed back on properly for other important life-details.
We did succumb to one little pre-semester fun hurrah; since we minimized Christmas expenses and whatnot this year…we took a little MLK weekend trip to Vegas, just the three of us. It was actually quite a fun trip, althought very different from recent Vegas adventures because Gmom wasn’t there this time to offload some of the kid-duties. So a lot less drinking/gambling/related shenanigans, but more family-based adventures. K had a great time.
Have to put a shout-out to my awesome hubby for all his recent support, patience, and general steadiness in my life at a time when it feels like everything else is wobbling on its axis. Over the last couple days he has been painstakingly working on our @#$)(#!& master shower, so that I can finally be reunited with blisteringly hot morning showers which have more water pressure than a dog peeing on a bush. He also took on the Dad-ariffic task of taking the little genius out to buy her Long-Awaited-Tap-Shoes. She is THRILLED and tomorrow’s dance class ought to be a TOTAL hoot. Oh and he has lately been playing frequent victim customer to K’s “barber shop” ministrations. All this during a week when his dear daughter jokingly suggested replacing him with 1) a puppet or 2) a robot. (!)
On the other family WIN front, we finally got the little genius in to see the dentist this week, which had been somewhat delayed for a variety of reasons. As first dental visits go, it was pretty positive and she seemed to enjoy it overall. For my peace of mind, I am so relieved to find out that the nightly teeth-grinding isn’t going to ruin her life, and her overall dental health is A-OK perfect right now. Hooray!
OK as exciting as all that is — on to the mea culpa. I had great intentions (and we ALL know where those are used for paving…) to get around to fixing the blog design layout and whatnot, and get some serious type-time in over the break, but somehow the allure of DVR and Wii frisbee golf and staying up all night doing nothing meaningful got the better of me. So. Maybe not so much on the redesign and playing catch-up, given that my next three weeks of academic/work life are probably going to be sheer hell, BUT I am planning to try to commit to one post a week this semester, because I feel a lot more sane and happy when I get some of the junk in my head OUT. Fortunately (?) you all are along for the ride!
So, onward and upward; on the road again; ready-steady-GO; once more into the fray….yada, yada, yada.
Pizza’s here!
What’s on the Menu
A brainless post, just because I feel like it.
For our family Christmas eve feast, we are planning to make:
- Turkey (I know…how boringly traditional, but see we didn’t do a bird ourselves for T-day this year and so we were robbed of the opportunity for delicious leftovers)
- FF’s famous creamy, heavenly mashed potatoes
- Turkey gravy, courtesy of Fresh & Easy
- Cranberry-orange relish, courtesy of Fresh & Easy
- Baked sweet potato with cinnamon and brown sugar
- Homemade stuffing with sausage and sage
- Mandarin orange jello salad (yum)
- Peas (trivia factoid: my all-time favorite green veg)
- Crescent rolls, courtesy of Pillsbury (because K likes to roll them)
- and for dessert….Crow’s Nest (this is something like a cinnamon apple cobbler)
Mostly, I am really looking forward to cooking this meal with my little family and having a good time.
And because I’m a bad mommy and didn’t feel inclined to make sugar cookies for Santa this year, I talked the kid into leaving out a slice of pumpkin cheesecake roll (since we already have this hanging around the fridge). I’m pretty sure Santa will be OK with this plan.
Some Awesome Recent Search Traffic
Here are some search engine terms that recently brought traffic to this blog, and which amuse me to no end (hey – gotta take my laughs where I can get them these days…):
- bacteria for kids – Any particular strain you want? I’ll see your streptococcus and raise you 2 staphylococcus.
- scared duck – Does that make it taste better?
- demonic elmo – Well, he is naturally kind of demonic, yes…..
- “ducktape” – Buahahahaaha!
- make people feel important do it sincere – As opposed to insincerely making people feel important?
- dead possum and bacon – YUM! I know this blog has the word “DINNER” in it, but I swear I have never eaten possum.
And the number one search term in the history of this site, with thousands of hits and links…..is…..
drumroll….
WILDEBEEST!
(guess my random analogy really paid off that day!)
Did You Hear a Bell Ring?
I guess this is how blogs die a slow, lingering, death and get their angel wings? Through the author’s careless inattention, unmotivation, and allergy to computer time? Well, I guess if so, then you dear readers can thank graduate school for the sorry state of things. Alright, I can only shift just so much of the blame, but honestly, I’ve been out of school for about three weeks now and I can barely, and I mean barely drum up enough forced attention span to sit in front of the computer to pay bills. (Work, is of course outside this artificial barrier, since I’d be out of a job in mere days if I refused my technological leashes at work.) Honestly, I don’t even know how it is possible to both love and hate something so equally. I mean hell, I shouldn’t complain about the amazing opportunity I have to go back to school and learn really interesting things, but holy bejeezus, it saps my will to live some days. Even though I am still pretty shell-shocked from this academic year, I am trying to focus on two important positive things: a) I get the summer off (WOOHOO) and b) ONLY NINE CREDIT HOURS LEFT TO GO! I might just survive this thing afterall.
So yeah I’ll agree, it’s pretty contradictory to be all “yay! 1 year blogaversary / empowerment / discipline / accomplishment / blah blah blah shit” and then just drop off the radar, but see paragraph #1, above. By the last week of the semester, my soul was bleeding out through my fingers every time I had to log onto the course system. I didn’t even bother checking my final grades for several weeks. Sorry, sorry state, people.
So I’ll try to tackle a series of “latest and greatest” posts to get back on track and we’ll see how things go. Not that there is really anything all that interesting to relay, but it’s my party and I’ll blog about it if I want to. So there. Of course the most interesting thing in my life is my little genius child so I think that’s a logical starting point. You’re welcome.
Dr. K. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Weird / Random Things She Throws My Way
Where to start? Well, she is on this side of four, and creeping up on the landmark age of FIVE this November. She is feisty, funny, and strong-willed as ever, precocious-ly talkative (seriously, her verbal functions are off the chart according to her preschool). At her last checkup she measured at the 75th percentile for height and she seems to be continuing in that growth pattern because when shopping for summer clothes, we had to go pretty much with all size 6′s because the 5′s were already too short in most cases. I packed away her size 5 long pants and shirts for fall but I sincerely doubt they’ll fit for long. Oh well, it means she’s healthy, right?
Which is pretty amazing considering that the kid never eats! OK, that’s not strictly true but she is still pretty picky and will go for 2-3 days at a stretch eating practically nothing. She has recently started eating chicken (as long as it is crispy, boneless, and fried to an acceptable shade of golden deliciousness (sigh). At least it is something new that she actually likes, so I am trying to feel encouraged. She is doing better with eating fruit, and willingness to try tastes of new foods, but still pretty much sticks to her usual routine of pasta, cheese, bread, milk, crackers, and yogurt. She has recently decided that fettucine alfredo is pretty much the cat’s meow at italian restaurants, after a yearlong consideration period of the merits of alfredo sauce for dipping her breadsticks in. I guess it passed the test or something because now she’ll eat it on pasta too, on occasion. And the girl absolutely LOVES garlic bread. She’ll even ignore a sprinkling of parsley on garlic bread, whereas you would think it toxic poison on any other lesser foodstuffs.
She has approximately 3,908,214 toys (I’ve counted) but I find it difficult to retire / donate any of them because she plays with EVERYTHING. She is the most creative, imaginative child I’ve ever known when it comes to the variety of toys she integrates into her play. I so look forward to the day she moves off to college so I can reclaim even one floor of our house to be semi-toy-free. Dinosaurs, stuffed animals, and pretend kitchen toys remain key favorites, but she really is an equal opportunity toy-spreader.
Ever since the loss of her beloved sleepytime Pooh bear (more about this in another post), she has taken to sleeping with a whole herd of critters on her bed. She generally has about 10-15 piled on there every night, but only 1 or 2 favorites are worthy enough to cart back and forth between her room and ours when she wakes in the middle of the night. Pretty crazy.
Yeah, she still wakes up every night and drops by for a visit (AKA taking over 2/3 of the bed and methodically trying to kick her father into permanent male sterility). So, she is sleeping somewhat better than a few months ago where we could barely get her to stay down for an hour. Lately she has been doing pretty well in her room until 4 or 5 am, which is pretty reasonable for her. We tossed around ideas such as draconic sleep training, rules and regulations, bribes, etc etc but when she started sleeping a bit better again, we let the notion slide. Mostly because when it comes right down to it, when I have a bad dream, a bad day, or watch something depressing on TV where kids are hurt, there is something so precious and comforting about having the chance to cradle her noggin in the crook of my arm, kiss her forehead in her sleep, and go to sleep to the sound of her peaceful breathing. I just figure that she is growing up fast enough that I don’t need to make a war out of this right now, even though at times it can be maddening…the sweet, good moments outweigh the rest. For now.
Her vision is much improved with just a few months of wearing glasses and she will most likely not have to go through eye patching or surgery. We are relieved and glad that we caught the vision problems in time to prevent further strain. She still looks totally cute as a bug in her glasses, and she takes really diligent care of them. She has been so mature and easygoing about the whole thing; it really swells my motherly pride factor.
We have been letting her grow her hair out longer because she wanted to start wearing it in ponytails. It is longer than shoulder length now and looks super cute when put up in ponytails or clips, but like a wild bushman otherwise. She prefers the wild bushman look about 5 days out of 7. Sigh.
How is it that they leave so many details out of the parenting manual? No one told me that I’d be called upon to make emergency trips to restaurant or store bathrooms to deal with urgent problems such as “really itchy buns!” Really kid, REALLY? Or that three month stretch when she’d randomly get the urge to throw up after eating (we think it was a mild acid reflux problem) which was super! fun! to deal with at restaurants. Usually after purging, she’d then want to go back to the table and order up some dessert. Um?
Preschool ended in early May and the last-day party was a hoot. Still not exactly sure what lies ahead for her schooling future but we’re still working on it. For now, she gets the summer off just like Mom and has been having a pretty good time. We are looking for some supplementary extracurricular activities to keep her busy along with weekly summer gymnastics.
Speaking of gymnastics, holy cow, I had no idea that a spring gymnastics graduation ceremony for 4 and 5 year old kids could be so hysterical / dramatic / entertaining / cute! They did it mock-olympic style and K and K2 got to show off all their mad skillz. Well, K mostly, since K2 was suffering an attack of performance shyness, but she was still cute as all get out. I think we’ll keep signing her up for the next 5 or 6 years just so I can keep going to the graduation ceremonies, hahaha. Yep, am pathetic example of humanity that is extremely easily amused.
She has a big-girl bike now and is learning to master it. She especially likes taking certain stuffed animals for rides and pedaling around in her gymnastics leotard, sparkley flip flops, and wild bushman hair. Hey, why not?
K has been getting into movies with nuanced storylines and more complex characters, and she has an attention span like a steel trap. We saw How to Train Your Dragon and Shrek in theater and she enjoyed both, especially the popcorn. She wants to see Despicable Me, but I’m not sure how appropriate that may be… She is watching less Noggin (AKA Nick Jr) and more Penguins of Madagascar, Fresh Beat Band, and food network shows with Mom and Dad. She is in love with Alton Brown, and rather enjoys Guy Fieri, too.
So, I guess that’s the latest and greatest with Dr. K. Strangelove. Every day seems to be a little mini roller coaster. She is a very intelligent, loving, generous, stubborn, and lovable kid and I think we’ll keep her for a few more years.
OMG! Run faster!
First, take a moment and look at these date tags, will you? NINE days since the last post. This is totally unacceptable and management will address the problem forthwith. Well, hopefully.
Yes, as this picture illustrates, I am back on the hamster wheel of grad school again. The break went by in approximately 5 nanoseconds, I think. (Vegas’ll do that to a person, I hear). Even though the semester technically started a week ago, I find myself floundering and completely at a loss for motivation, comprehension, organization, and any other applicable tion‘s you can think of. On Sunday night, I did the first assignment for one of my classes and it should have been easy in theory but in practice it took me about 4 hours, and included an elegant mental breakdown, 2 temper tantrums (on the inside [mostly]), and a very, VERY strong impulse to throw my mouse through the window just to hear some kind of satisfying breakage. Yeah, welcome back to academia!
Sooooo, yeah, I’ve been a in a marvelous frame of mind and lots of fun to be around lately. Just ask FF! On second thought, don’t ask him. Work, too, has been pretty nutty, although, not as bad as some semester launches. I attribute the manageable-nut-factor to my awesome coworkers. (and possibly I should also recognize here the fine contributions of my good friend, Beer.)
So anyway, this is another one of those “whatever pops into my head with no organization or coherent theme” posts.
K has not been the best sleeper lately. After 4+ years of dealing with unholy sleep disruptions, I’d like to say at this point that becoming a parent is FULL of false advertising. When they are all tiny, cute, and fit in one arm, you tell yourself that all the sleep deprivation is worth it, and after all, they’ll sleep through the night eventually, right? FALSEFALSEFALSE!!! Woe is me.
I have to proclaim something very important: vanilla oreos dipped in Nutella might be the most delicious thing on Earth. So delicious in fact that I will not be able to buy them ever again, because merely looking at the package is approximately 200 calories. This is most definitely what I want for dinner. Sigh.
Just when I am about to pull my freaking hair out over my daughter’s sudden shift to demanding parent-interactive play CONSTANTLY, a $6 investment in a pretend-pizza-set kept her busy for 2 days straight! What the heck? I mean, she always used to be really good about creative, imaginative pretend and/or toy play, and I always felt we had a really positive mix of solo and interactive play. Lately though, it has been Mom/Dad/K2 or nothing but complaints. I don’t get it. Is this a normal developmental shift? Geez kid, go entertain yourself already and let us take down the Christmas decorations!
Now that the dining room area is painted, mostly deboxed, and we have an actual table and chairs, we have started eating at the table like (mostly) civilized folks. Thus, I am teaching K to set the table. So far, she thinks it is a lot of fun; especially when it comes to lighting or blowing out the candles. I wonder, am I starting a pyro here?
My self Christmas present this year was my ridiculously cute Coach bag. FF, on the other hand, has been lusting after a Keurig single-cup coffee brewer for quite awhile, so that was his self-gift this year. I expected to get indifferent service out of it, just as I have viewed any other coffee apparatus in the past. Well, that was the past. I’m now a slavish fanboi for this thing. Go figure. But hey, it brews perfect single cups of coffee, tea, or cocoa in mere seconds, directly into my travel mugs and there are no distracting measurements, clean up, filters, blah blah blah. It’s ridiculously awesome.
/Soapbox:
Dear Ghost Whisperer / JLH:
I feel that some of the storylines this season have been waning in quality. For example, who had the great idea of digitally rendering the “Shiny people” on the cheap, thus ending up with something that looked like the love child of Casper the ghost and the Stay-Puft man? Also bear witness to the oddness of sending JLH inside an online virtual world avatar. Please understand that I hold you to no specific intellectual standards, but there is only so much ridiculousness that I can tolerate in the name of my JLH crush. I hate to bring this up and all, but I just saw the preview footage for next Friday and all I can say is….couldn’t you spend a little more on those glowing orange contact lenses? And hasn’t the cheesy demonic possession thing been DONE enough already? I’m really ok with numbing, formulaic regularity in your episodes, so please consider this my request to skip the contact lenses, avatars, and marshmellow people forthwith. /Soapbox off
OK, one more last thought: DAMN, some days I wish I could have gone from pregnancy to a 5 year old in the blink of an eye with nary a scratch, saggy boob, or misplaced hair.

