• Bug,  half assed posts,  I forgot to pick a category,  Super Dad

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    For lack of anything else to post, we have tongue. Today is one of those rambly no particular subject days.

    Isn’t it funny how now that everybody knows about blogs you’ll get people in your every day life, like family members, telling you what you should blog about? Toby does this to me all the time. It’s so weird. Half the time what he wants me to blog about I don’t want to blog about at all. But I guess to each their own. I wish Toby had a blog. It would be great to hear his side of the story.

    Remember back in the day when you might casually mention that you have a website and you update daily and people would look at you funny? Like how self centered are you that you think people will actually want to read about your day. Remember when you had to explain that “blog” was slang for “web log”? And then there was a while when people thought I was really into chat rooms or something. I hated that phase of the blog learning curve. (Even though there was a short month where I was really into chat rooms) Chat rooms, ew.

    So anyway, times are a changing. Blogs on the news, blogs on the radio, blogs on billboards. It’s a blog happy world. Why did I come here to talk about that? I have no idea.

    I think it was because Toby wanted me to blog about how he got on the Oprah show today. Actually I wanted to blog about that too. It’s not every day that your science-and-history-channel-only husband will call you in from the other room to watch Oprah. You see, Toby is an architectural photographer. He mostly shoots zillion dollar homes for the real estate industry. One of those zillion dollar homes got on Oprah today. We call it the “portabella” because it looks like a mushroom. We were hoping they might use some of his shots on the show but they didn’t. It was all live video. They did show his old boss talking about the house quite a bit. Toby’s photos are on her webpage though. They’ll probably be down by the time you read this so here’s a screen shot. That was pretty cool.

    In other news, Baby Bug is starting to “talk” (sort of). I should save this for her ten month post but she’ll probably be doing something even more interesting by then. (Or maybe I just don’t to wait until Friday to share.) So far she knows how to bark like a dog. Whenever we see a dog (which is quite a lot on our walks to the park), she’ll say, “Bwuffff Bwfff Bwufff”. It’s really cute. She’ll even do it on command. Well sometimes. But enough that I know she means “dog” instead of just making random sounds to hear herself. She also meows at the cats and sometimes says “kkkkkkkkkk”. I think she means “kitty” but I’m not sure. One day I said “Hiiii-iiiii” like I do in my silly two syllable mommy-speak and she said “hiiiii” back to me. I haven’t been able to get her to do it again so I don’t think I can count it as a word. She still refuses to say anything with the letter “m” so I think “mama” is a long ways off. But that’s okay. I know she loves me.

    And I think I’ll just cut this rambly post off here. Just like that.

  • artsy fartsy,  the great illness of 06

    Meet Sludgie*, the Gallbladder Pillow

    I’m working on a little something something for those of you who participated in my “help-me-entertain-my-baby-while-I-die-of-gallbladder-pain” contest. I thought it might be fun to make gallbladder pillows/Christmas ornaments as a prize. Doesn’t everyone want to hang a little green gallbladder with googlie eyes on their Christmas tree? At least those of us in the no-gallbladder club will appreciate it since we’ve evicted our own gallbladders (Thanks to my friend Kate for that reference.  She called me up pretending to be my gallbladder contesting her eviction.)

    My problem is that there are too many of you who had good ideas that I actually used. Measuring spoons in a box! Junk mail! Toys all over the floor! I used them all. I wanted to make all 31 of the participants a gallbladder pillow but it took me TWO hours to make just this one. Mostly because I was sewing it at my Aunt’s shop and I spent most of the time yapping. But what else is new? I love hanging out with my Aunt in her sewing shop.

    Yesterday I was super anxious the whole time because I left Baby Bug at her Aunt Becky’s house and I kept imagining her crying because she missed me. I’m sure in reality she was fine and didn’t miss me a bit because she loves her Auntie Becky but trying to get that through my thick skull is impossible. Because I was such a worry wart and I had to get back to Becky’s so she could play taxi and pick up her own kids from school, I only had time to sew one gallbladder pillow. The pinking around the edges took a lot more effort than I planned on (the felt is wool and quite resistant to cutting). So I hope everybody who participated is patient (and likes Sludgie the Gallbladder) because it might take me a while. OR I might just think up a different prize.

    *Stuffed toy not recommended for children under three. Unless you are like me with an eagle eye watching your little kid because it is possible for little babies to pry off the glued on eyeballs with their wiggly little fingers and eat them.