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Monday, February 28, 2011
Apparently, Drunken Debauchery is Cooler than My Kid
I can't tell you the number of times that I've seen a Facebook status that reads:
I don't care how many times your kid has burped or used the bathroom today. It's annoying and no one wants to hear about it.
These people subsequently get defriended. Why? I post regularly about my kid's accomplishments and would hate to annoy these people. Okay, maybe I don't care about annoying them. I don't post about Jack's bathroom habits yet, but that's mostly because he doesn't have any. However, the day he is potty-trained, Facebook will be covered with my excitement.
I don't post stuff about my kid's accomplishments because I necessarily want everyone to know about it...I do it because I couldn't be prouder of my son and I want to celebrate what was, to him, a major feat.
I feel bad for people who can't understand this kind of pride in another person. Having children definitely changes you, but even if you don't have children, surely you can understand that someone might be proud of their child.
I also feel bad for them because it is these people who subsequently post statuses such as:
I got so trashed last night! I don't know what happened or who I ended up with...I've spent all day with a hangover. It was AWESOME!
I'm sorry that the most riveting part of my life is my kid's milestones, but I just don't engage in the drunken debauchery that others do. So, I don't have exciting stories about getting drunk and waking up in a pool of spilt beer. Sorry...
For those of you who are of the childhood-accomplishment dissing persuasion, I truly hope that one day you know the overwhelming joy that I feel every time I see my son take pride in something that he has done. I hope that you know how great it is to feel a little kiss on your cheek and feel so much love that you think you'll burst. I think my life is more fulfilling for it and I know that yours will be as well.
Until then, prepare to be defriended. I would hate to annoy you with my pride.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Why I Am Not Watching the Oscars...
Truth be told, I haven't watched one of these awards shows in over a decade. Maybe that makes me unpatriotic, but I feel that there are far too many awards shows honoring people who get more than enough praise, if you ask me. So, when I hear of people throwing Oscars/Tonys/Grammys/Emmys parties, I can't help but raise an eyebrow. I mean, I guess any excuse for a shindig, right?
I have several reasons for my aversion to the adoration of celebrities. Feel free to debate this, but here they are:
1. While not all celebrities act this way, there are a great many whose ideas of morality and standard of living border on bizarre. I'm sorry that I don't consider Mel Gibson worth my admiration; that doesn't mean that I can't be entertained by him, but I don't have to give him a pat on the back for it. Same with Tom Cruise.
2. I am all for using fame for the greater good, but celebrities that masquerade as political and social experts (Bono, I'm talking to you) are overstepping their bounds. I can support the American Diabetes Association without pretending to be an endocrinologist.
3. In a time when so many people are doing without, watching a bunch of people who have an abundance of wealth walk down a red carpet wearing $5000 dresses seems a little wrong. Not all celebrities exude decadence, but those that do kinda ruin it for me.
4. The films that are picked for Best Picture are always ones that I haven't seen and that, in my opinion, appeal to the Academy and not to the general public. I'm not a film aficionado, and I only watch them to be entertained, not to be enlightened.
The only star I watch these days is Star on The Good Night Show, and that's probably not a bad thing. I honestly probably know more about The Wiggles than I do about The Black Swan. While I wish that I didn't have a wealth of knowledge about The Wiggles who, in my opinion, manage to be the only men who do not seem more attractive with an Australian accent, I do not feel deprived of my lack of movie knowledge. I'd rather read the book before seeing the movie any day.
The King's Speech is an exception. That's because Colin Firth is ridiculously hot.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Taking Pride in the Little Victories
Today was the latter. Jack and I had embarked on a trip to his favorite destination, the playground. The walk from the car to the playground is long, but Jack has been unwilling to walk it. As a result, I have destroyed my back carrying a 27 pound weight around at all times. I tried to encourage him to walk to the playground, but that turned into a battle. I relented and hauled my offspring to the communal toddler meeting grounds of the swing-set.
When it came time to go, Jack started walking toward the playground gate. I thought, what the heck? I started to follow him. He kept walking. Granted, it took 15 minutes to get to the car (there was a lot of pacing and getting distracted), but he walked the entire distance by himself. When we got to the car, I made a huge fuss over how big of a kid he was, which earned me several stares from the other mothers. I didn't care. My little boy had done his equivalent of scaling K2 and I couldn't be prouder. He was proud of himself and he grinned the whole way home. He knew he had accomplished something.
It may seem silly that I make such a fuss over walking to the car by himself, or using a spoon, or saying a word, but these things are huge accomplishments for Jack. I want him to feel awesome about each of them and if it means screaming it from the mountaintops, then so be it.
You see, the person that he wants to please more than anyone is me, so if I take pride in his accomplishments, there is no greater reward for him. It is rewarding to me, too. I can take pride in the fact that my baby just did something that he had not done before.
So, to all the people out there who give me a puzzled look when I jump up and down in the store clapping at my son for doing something challenging, stare away if you must. It's not going to diminish my pride or excitement in the accomplishments of my child.
Friday, February 25, 2011
My Freezer Can Feed Us All
I cannot stand to waste food. I may not reflect this now, but when I was younger there were periods in which we did not have enough to eat. I know that isn't a reality of my life now, but in the back of my mind I am always trying to stretch our food anyway. It's probably something I'll never stop doing, but maybe that's okay. You know, waste not, want not?
If you were to look in my freezer right now, you probably would find about three weeks worth of meals. Seriously. Anything that doesn't go in the freezer goes with my husband for lunch the next day.
I don't think that's an awful lesson for my son to absorb, either. I don't believe in teaching your children to always clean their plates. In my opinion, children should self-regulate their food intake. You should only eat if you're hungry. You should not force children to eat what they don't want to eat, but you also shouldn't cater to their tastes if they are at the age to understand this concept. Children should be mindful that food is a resource for our bodies, fuel to keep us going, and like any other resource it shouldn't be wasted.
I am one of the lucky ones. Truly. In this recession when so many people are going without, my husband has a good job and provides well for us. We do not have every luxury, but we get by. Others aren't as lucky as I am. Maybe, the one good thing that will come from this time of sacrifice in our nation's history is that our children will grow up a little more grounded than we were. Maybe they will take joy in the little things rather than the material things.
So, I'll continue to save my leftovers and reuse everything that I can. Maybe my son will take some lessons from me without having to know the hunger that I did at times. If he comes away from it being a bit more respectful of what he has, then I will have accomplished one of my goals as a mother.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
I Can See Myself in Pajama Jeans
I spend many days in a pair of scrub bottoms (a throwback to my college days) and a t-shirt. Jack isn't exactly a fashion critic at the moment, though I'm sure that'll change when he's a teenager.
Being a stay-at-home mom, it's too easy to not care about my appearance. Dressing for parenting a toddler has been more about comfort than style...for me, at least.
Now, I'd never actually buy Pajama Jeans, though I admit the concept intrigues me. I imagine my butt would look awful in them, though. Any way to look okay while being comfortable is a step in the right direction, though.
In the battlefield that is my little boy's playroom, one must dress for combat. Combat can mean anything, from hurled yogurt and Spaghetti-Os to being tackled to getting covered with vomit...and yes, it's all happened before.
So, when making my fashion choices, I avoid the nicer clothes that I once wore. I know that they can't withstand what Jack can throw at them. I'll also admit that being a stay-at-home mom is a much more physical job than being an engineer. I don't ever recall getting vomit on my clothes on the job when I was an engineer.
Sure, some moms at the playground (uber-moms, you know who you are) dress like a rock star, but I'll wear my mom uniform with pride. Jack doesn't care how I look. He probably thinks that my sweatpants and sweatshirt make me that much more cuddly. I like dressing for cuddling, too.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The Unusual Eating Habits of a Mom
Instead, eating has taken on a new meaning in my house. With the exception of the meals I consume when Jack is asleep, any food I eat is either demolished in record time or it is finally eaten after everyone else has finished and my food has cooled to a less-than-lukewarm temperature. My in-laws kid me that I'll burn my tongue when I actually get to eat a hot meal. I think they are right.
Being a stay-at-home mom, daytime meals serve only one purpose - sustenance. I eat during the day merely to keep me from collapsing as I chase Jack across the room in an attempt to rescue whatever breakable object he has acquired.
I use the term "meals" loosely, by the way. The food I consume runs the gamut these days. Some things I manage to cram in my mouth are healthy, like dried fruit (dried mango slices and prunes are my favorites), roasted seaweed, popcorn, pickles, fruits and veggies. Others, like Girl Scout Cookies (which I did not buy...but they made their way to my home!), are not so much.
Being a stay-at-home mom means that you inevitably will have to eat in a manner of which you would otherwise disapprove. I eat on the go constantly, which I don't advocate at all. On Gymboree days, my breakfast is always consumed in the car. Sometimes, lunch consists of only croutons (don't judge), because I am too exhausted to cook and I value the promise of a nap while Jack naps.
At least I eat a decent dinner...usually.
I am good about beverages, for the most part. I am not supposed to drink caffeinated beverages, so the occasional cup of coffee I consume is not really the best. Other than that, I drink water during the day. I may only eat croutons for lunch, but at least I had water!
Meanwhile, I strive to ensure that Jack and Brian eat well all day long. I made extras of the food I make the night before so that Brian can have a home-cooked, healthier lunch vs. a daily dose of fast food. Likewise, Jack doesn't eat fast food, either. His recent favorites are English muffins, yogurt with fresh pureed fruit added in, macaroni and cheese with broccoli, and split pea soup. He also gets the occasional bowl of Spaghetti-Os, but as I said before, don't judge.
I long for the days of better meals, but I know that realistically that may be about 18 years off. Until then, I raise my glass of water to the food that I long to enjoy again. Gastronomic pleasures, I salute you!
Photo: Travel Channel's Man v. Food
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I Could Have Been a Bond Girl...
|The oh-so-attractive Daniel Craig and two bimbos who I
could care less about.
Among my bizarre tastes in entertainment is that I am an absolute nut over James Bond movies. Goldeneye is probably my favorite, with the newest Casino Royale being a close second. I guess then it goes without saying that my favorite 007s are Pierce Brosnan and Daniel Craig, but for totally different reasons. Pierce Brosnan is a more polished 007, while Craig is a bit of a bad boy 007. Either way, you can't go wrong.
Maybe it's that James Bond movies represent something so completely the opposite of who I am. Girls in Bond movies, besides looking flawless, live on the edge. I live as far away from the edge as I can get and I'm far from flawless, as evidenced by the stretch marks that will never disappear.
Despite the monotony of mommy life, I think it's important to step out of your comfort zone every now and again. I'll admit, I like my little bubble and social situations just make me nervous, but that doesn't mean that I shouldn't challenge myself. I'm not talking about jumping out of a plane, though. The only way I'll do that is if the plane cannot land me safely on the ground.
I am incredibly shy and self-conscious. I have an hard time just looking people in the eye sometimes. Blogging, in a way, is the perfect outlet for me, because it allows me to express myself in a way that is more comfortable for me, since I do not have to talk to an actual person face-to-face.
That doesn't mean I shouldn't try. So, I'm going to challenge myself to do something this week that is just slightly out of the norm for me. Maybe I'll talk to another parent at the playground, so long as that parent isn't a creeper. It may not be parachuting out of a burning airplane holding 007's shaken-not-stirred martini, but it's something. I'll keep you informed.
Photo: Casino Royale
Monday, February 21, 2011
I Used to Smell Nice
These days, I imagine that the worst probably rubs off on me. As a mom of a former refluxer, I imagine that I smelled of baby spit-up for months. Now, after a long day of play outside, my son smells like the wind, grass, and dirt...an earthy smell. I imagine I probably do as well.
As a teenager, I smelled good. One of my indulgences was the lotion and shower gel from Bath and Body Works. In the mornings, I would slather it on and breathe in the scent of Cucumber Melon (my favorite, at the time). I may have been gangly, tall, and nerdy, but I smelled like a rock star.
This morning, as a pick-me-up, I cracked open travel bottles of Pantene shampoo and conditioner and Bath and Body Works Japanese Cherry Blossom shower gel (my new favorite scent, tied with Coconut Lime Verbena from the same store). As the steam of the shower mingled with the scents of the cleansers, I was in heaven. With the smell of Pantene heavy in my hair, I felt myself relax.
The reality is that I don't do enough little things for myself. My normal shampoo and conditioner is Suave and I now buy whichever shower gel is the cheapest. I think that has become a common mantra in my adult life...sacrifice so that others may have. So, I buy the cheapest for myself. No more $40 haircuts for me. Great Clips gets my business now. Pantene and Bath and Body Works are luxuries I now forgo, but should I?
Moms tend to sacrifice too much. Really, when it comes down to it, shouldn't moms indulge in things like shampoo when we give so much for the happiness of others? It is these little indulgences that keep us sane.
Maybe the next time I need shampoo, I'll get Pantene. It may be small, but it's just a little something for myself. That's important, too.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Counting Your Blessings
|Jack in recovery...just a few minutes old.
That, and I have a huge weakness for babies. It makes me miss the days when Jack was that little. I miss that new person smell.
On my way home, I couldn't help thinking about my own son. You know, it's easy to feel exhausted and frustrated with a toddler. They have a limited vocabulary and a set of emotions far too large for said vocabulary. It's frustrating for me and him, and by the end of the day we're both exhausted.
Then, I think back to when I was pregnant. I am so lucky to have Jack, because so many things could have gone wrong.
I had a lot of complications with my labor and delivery. From a blood clot in my 1st trimester to developing preeclampsia towards the end and an emergency c-section, there were many things that could have gone wrong. However, at the end of it all, I had a healthy and beautiful baby boy. For that, I am truly grateful.
It is easy in the day-to-day of life to get wrapped up in the here and now. We have schedules to keep, places to be, and errands to run. We never really stop to consider what a house of cards we all live in. Life, and everything in it, is so fragile. We don't really consider how one misstep could have made our lives so different.
A new baby is a blank slate. There is a life waiting to be shaped. This little person has limitless possibilities. A baby sees no need for bills, gossip, stress, or any of it. They live in the here and now.
I need to do the same, on occasion. I should just stop and enjoy spending time with my son. I need to count my blessings. I was blessed with a healthy little boy when the outcome could have been drastically different. Tonight, I'll kiss his precious little forehead an extra time and hug him a little longer than usual because I am so blessed to have him as my son.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Can I Have a Side of Guilt with my Vent?
This is so wrong...and we all know it.
You'd think with the advent of mommy-bloggers and books such as Stefanie Wilder-Taylor's Naptime is the New Happy Hour, a fantastic and humorous read, we might be more sympathetic to the realities of motherhood...and yes, they are realities.
When you first see that little plus sign on the pregnancy test, no one thinks about the temper tantrums, sleepless nights, mealtime battles, or any of the other trials of parenthood. Parenthood is, simply put, the hardest job you'll ever have and the one at which you absolutely must succeed. I you mess up, it isn't just a report you have to fix...it's a person. If you are a stay-at-home mom, throw in all of the other tasks associated with running a household, which tend to fall on your shoulders more than if you were working a full-time job outside of the home.
Talk about a pressure-filled environment.
In my house, we're going through a period of definite assertion of toddlerhood. There have been lots of tantrums and mealtime battles, with a little hitting and the appearance of dark circles under my eyes. If you asked my husband, he would say that babyhood was the period that he liked the least. I would say that this is, but I'll admit that we had it really easy with Jack when he was a baby. He was a refluxer, but that was it. He slept like a dream. I know other parents who would say that their babies' first year was the absolute most difficult one of their lives. Different things get under the skin of different people.
So why is it that when we admit that we're tired, frustrated, or the like, someone feels compelled to say something crappy like, "You really should treasure every moment" or "Don't you enjoy motherhood?"
What kind of question is that?!?
Of course we enjoy motherhood! It's a unique experience filled with really high highs and really low lows. So is marriage, but no one questions a woman's right to complain about her husband. Mine, for example, insists on the toilet paper being a certain way on the roll. That doesn't mean I don't love him and enjoy being married to him; it just means that he's a little odd when it comes to the arrangement of toilet paper. If you are one of these people who is as well, don't reprimand me about it...I have learned over the years that people have definite opinions about toilet paper.
There are moments with my son that make me want to go stand in the corner and take a time-out just for Mommy. However, the good moments, even if they are fewer (luckily for me, they're not), make up for the bad ones. Getting a kiss after a tantrum that makes your toddler act like Godzilla suddenly makes the outburst okay.
So, maybe we should all honor a mom's right to vent to another adult occasionally. Motherhood isn't easy, and for stay-at-home moms, it's an all-day thing. So, uber-moms out there, maybe we should all be a little more sympathetic to each other. Perhaps if we were all in this together, it might make it feel a little easier.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Pressuring Your Preschooler
Jack and I took advantage of this week's gorgeous weather and headed to the park to play. Our park has a playground specifically for toddlers and preschoolers, which is awesome. However, any mom can tell you that with the playground comes a new type of crazy...the uber-competitive mom.
These women seem genuinely disturbed that their 4 year old can't manage to master both Russian and Swahili. I tend to ignore these women, seeing as my kid hasn't yet mastered English.
These moms also feel compelled to yell their conversations at the playground. I have no choice but to listen. Below is an actual exchange I overheard at the park today (the names have been changed to protect the uber-moms):
Mom 1: I was at Samantha's school the other day. She can write her name, but her friend Ezra can't. I mean, he only has 4 letters in his name...at 3 years old he should be able to do it. I told his mother that he might need remedial work.
Mom 2: (awkwardly) Yeah...
Mom 1: But you know, I'm really worried about Samantha. I've been running spelling drills with her, because kindergarten's only 2 years away, and she's just not getting it. I'm concerned because they split them up into reading groups based on ability in kindergarten, and I don't want her put in a reading group that is beneath where I think she should be.
Really?!? I held my tongue, even after this same mom pointed out that my son must be cold since he's not in a parka, hat, and gloves in 60-degree weather. Isn't 3 a little young for spelling drills? Kids have at least 13 years of mandatory schooling ahead of them, why can't we just let them be toddlers?
Also, my kid is nowhere close to being able to write anything, much less his name. It's a 4-letter name, too. If he should be at that point by 3, which I seriously doubt, then bring on the "remedial classes".
Maybe I'm a really lax parent, but I am definitely not a tiger mom. I wouldn't say that I'll just let my kid coast, either. I think that there are certain expectations that are realistic, and some that aren't. I want Jack to look back on his early childhood and remember playing at the playground with Mommy, not doing spelling drills.
Meanwhile, as this mom is passing judgment over the rest of us and her child's lack of spelling prowess, the slide proved too much for her kid and she fell off without uber-mom noticing. Her kid's screams jerked her back into a temporary reality.
I'm sure she exited the above mentioned temporary reality just as quickly when she realized that her daughter did her practice calculus equations incorrectly.
I think I'll be content with letting Jack master the big slide on the playground for now.
Photo: E-Trade
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Everything I Know About US History I Learned from The Oregon Trail
If you have ever muttered these statements to yourself, then you too have electronically braved The Oregon Trail. I can still remember with longing when it was my turn in the 5th grade to step up to the horridly decrepit Macintosh for my turn at fording rivers and shooting bears. On a side note, do you remember how big those Macintosh beasts were?
I may be dating myself there.
The Oregon Trail represented the promise of a brave, new, electronic Wild West...all under my control. I chose what to spend money on (mostly rations). I decided what to shoot (bears and buffalo, yes, squirrels, no). If things went south, I decided how my party would live on (we can kill an oxen!). I saw the passing of friends and battled my own illness (crap...I have cholera).
I destroyed my classmates at The Oregon Trail. I owned it.
So, you can imagine my excitement when Facebook suddenly has a version of The Oregon Trail! Sure, it is not the old, familiar version in which you hunt bison against a black background with white, pixelated characters, but seeing as I can't think of where to get my hands on a vintage 1991 Macintosh POS, I'll make do.
Facebook's Trail gives you many of the same features as the old version. You can still buy, hunt, and assemble a party as you see fit. The color is a big upside. I always, and still do, imagine that the Wild West is the land of eternal midnight, with nothing but a black background to greet the weary wagon party. However, the newer Trail gives me hope that Oregon doesn't look like the inside of a shoebox.
The downside? Your energy reloads in real time, so you can only play for a brief period of time before you have to let your wagon party rest their weary, electronic bones for a while. Thanks Facebook. Why must you torture me with games that I can only play for 5 minutes before having to wait 12 more hours to play again?
It's probably a good thing, though. I would probably stay up all night playing otherwise.
So, assemble your wagon party, get your hunting rifle, and avoid dysentery at all costs. Maybe Jack will one day enjoy fording rivers, too...until his freaking oxen dies.
Photo: www.gamespot.com
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Jurassic Park - The Greatest Movie EVER
|What's cooler than a T-Rex?
I sound like a 10 year old little boy, don't I?
When I first saw Jurassic Park at the movie theater, I was hooked. I didn't see Hollywood movie monsters; I saw majestic, albeit frightening, animals. I loved that the animals that I read about came to life on screen.
Dr. Grant was pretty attractive, too. That's my 28 year old input, though. Guys from New Zealand sound dreamy, even when faking American accents. I liked him in The Hunt for Red October, too.
|Careful, there's a T-Rex standing
next to you!
I've always been such a nerd. When I was younger, I used to try to hide who I was. I pretended that I wouldn't rather be reading or learning about dinosaurs or looking at my fossil collection (I had one at the time...mainly trilobites). I wanted so badly to fit in, but now I'm glad that I was just a little different.
First, it's so much easier to be the Mom of a little boy if you have some background knowledge into little boy culture. I like baseball and dinosaurs and I'm slowly learning about trains, thanks to Brian. I hope that one day, Jack looks up to me as being a Mom who knows a thing or two about fun things (like dinosaurs), but who is also just a really good Mom. Here's hoping.
Maybe I'll add this to my bucket list: take Jack to a real dinosaur dig. Talk about fun for a little boy.
Monday, February 14, 2011
On Love and Valentine's Day
|Me and my heart.
First, I'd like to say Happy Valentine's Day to my sweetheart, Brian. He's been my Valentine for 12 (wow!) years now and I can't imagine a Valentine's Day without him.
I've had a love/hate relationship with Valentine's Day. Before Jack was born, I wasn't an overly sappy person. I think most people would describe me as quite the opposite. I once heard someone call me an "Ice Queen"...yikes. I'm not sure why I garnered that distinction, except that I'm not overly affectionate. I'm not a hugger like some gals and I tend to try to keep my emotions to myself.
Regardless of my lack of emotion with the general public, I assure you that I am affectionate with my husband and I'm definitely affectionate with my son. Poor kid...I think he gets sick of the "Mommy Kissy Monster". You never know how sweet a kiss can be until you plant one on your baby's soft little cheeks, or even better, until they plant a slobbery kiss on your cheek.
That being said, I feel the need on Valentine's Day to talk about the only person I've ever fallen in love with at first sight. Of course I mean my baby boy, Jack.
No one can describe that kind of love. It is all encompassing. The night he was born, I remember vaguely being in surgery and clutching to consciousness long enough to hear him cry. From that moment on, he's always been the first person I think of in the morning and the last person I think of at night.
That's not to say that Brian now takes a back-seat to Jack in my heart...they both get to sit shotgun. The love you have for your spouse is just a different kind of love, but no less strong. You love the person who will be your spouse more and more over time, but the love you feel for your children is there immediately.
I remember those first few days in the hospital. I recall holding Jack and feeling almost overwhelmed by the amount of love I could feel for one person soon quickly. I would smooth his little hair and breathe in the new baby smell. There is such a thing; ask any parent. Cherish it, because it goes away quickly. Now, Jack smells like playground and dirt and the wind.
Now that he's almost 2, I can say without a doubt that you love your children just as much every day as they get older. Sure, being around a toddler can be trying, but when you get a hug, or a kiss, or a sweet little voice saying "Mommy", it makes it all worth it and your heart feels a little flutter. It also makes you love your spouse even more, because that little person is a part of him, too. It makes our bond stronger, because we're both united in making his life better.
So, Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Jack will wake up to a new Lightning McQueen. It's red, so it counts as a valentine. Don't judge...it's hard to find valentines that little boys will like. So give someone a squeeze today and say you love them. Just make sure it's someone who won't be creeped out by it, like me.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Play Group Outcasts
Earlier today, I was reading a post by Babycenter blogger Joyce Slaton in which she describes how her daughter never gets invited on playdates. Most of the comments were reassuring, saying that people get busy and don't always want to host a playdate. Well, those people must have missed the section in her post about how the other parents are always making playdates with each other, but they don't include her child.
I feel for this woman. Moms are mean.
When I was touring preschools, The very first preschool that I toured made Jack a little anxious. It was loud and disorganized, which is the reason I did not register Jack there, and Jack picked up on the chaos. He was crying and fussy until he was allowed to go play in a room with a bunch of 2 year olds. After that, he had a blast.
Afterwards, the director was talking to our tour group and one of the Moms pulls out business cards (yeah, business cards) for her play group. She proceeds to hand one to every Mom except me. All of us had boys the same age, but Jack and I were not picked for this elite play group.
Ever since I've become a parent, I've encountered some of the rudest people! You know, if for whatever reason you don't want me and my son in your play group, that's fine. Maybe we smell. Maybe we're social lepers. Maybe my son seems too high-energy for you, but can't you invite every other Mom into your play group in private instead of right in front of me? Of course not...
I am a big advocate of being supportive of other Moms. Mom-on-Mom verbal violence and disrespect is far too prevalent. In the end, we're all trying to do the same thing, and that's raise successful, good people. The subtle differences in how we do it and who we are seem to be minor, really.
Of course, if you have a real problems with other Moms, just start a blog.
Friday, February 11, 2011
The Tao of Mason
|Mason in 2006 (7 years old), right after we adopted him
Most people have heard me talk about Champ, our beloved pug who passed away, at the age of 5, from a brain tumor. Champ battled various health problems and multiple surgeries, so he was a constant topic of conversation in our house for a while. Many people don't realize that there has been a quieter, but no less important presence in our lives. His name is Mason.
Let me start by describing the effect of dogs in my life. I've always been an animal lover, willing to take in anything from pet rats to stray dogs and even orphaned baby opossums (I was thwarted in this attempt). Dogs, in particular, have always held my heart.
It started with Custard, named for Strawberry Shortcake's cat, when I was 4. I was terrified of the Great Danes next door and my Grandmother thought I should get a dog to help me get over my fear. Grandmother had a soft spot for Cocker Spaniels, and Custard was what I got. She was a typical Cocker in that she was submissive and had a tendency to pee when she met strangers, but she had a gentler disposition than most Cockers. She lived 12 years and was a good friend.
The first dog that really bonded with me was W.D. He was bought because my stepdad missed his Bichon Frise, but I seriously doubt that W.D. was pure-bred. He was hyper, all-boy, and loved to cuddle. Even though he was bought for another, he bonded to me. He slept in my bed. He helped refill my heart after the wounds of my parents' divorce. We moved multiple times in the coming years, always at the beginning of the summer, and W.D. made those summers less lonely. Eventually, my parents decided that dogs belonged outside and when we moved to a house with no fenced-in backyard, he was given away. I never let on at the time, but I was devastated.
It was several years until I got another dog. I was still at Georgia State and I came home one weekend to my parents' house. A little Jack Russell Terrier had been living as a stray in the woods behind their house. My family had been putting food out for him and that weekend I was able to get him to approach. Not long afterward, he became a permanent resident of that house. Phantom, named because he snuck around outside for so long, became my shadow once I moved home. He slept in my bed. Phantom helped me get through some of the roughest periods in my life. He was there when I broke up with my boyfriend, not once but twice, and he was there when my family disagreed with my decision to take him back.
Phantom loved me with such loyalty. It broke my heart when I moved out into my own apartment and couldn't take him with me. I missed my Phantom so much. Around the time Phantom was 10, he turned aggressive and my parents turned him over to animal control. They never told me of this decision until it was done. I was heartbroken that I never got a chance to say goodbye. I felt I had let Phantom down. I pray that he was sent to a sanctuary or a new home and that he lived out his days being loved and happy.
Not long after Brian moved in with me, we decided we wanted a dog. Brian had never had one and he wanted a pug. We got Skip, who passed away a month after we got him, and then eventually Champ. Champ was Brian's buddy and I missed having a dog who worshipped the ground I walked on. Not long before our wedding, Brian and I started looking for a friend for Champ.
We went through Southeast Pug Rescue and Adoption, a wonderful organization dedicated to helping pugs, because I was not getting a pet store pug again. There, on the site, was Mason. I was nervous about him because he was already 7, but I mentioned an interest in him anyway. I got a call not long afterwards and after a process that I imagine to be not unlike adopting a human child, Mason was ours.
The night when we went to pick up Mason, we were greeted by all 29 pounds of him. Yes, he was a big boy. We had to pick him up in Buford, so the trip home took close to an hour. I agreed to sit in the backseat to keep our new friend company. By the time we got home, I think Mason was in love. I was too.
Mason has been there for me in more ways than I can count. When I was put on bedrest, Mason never left my side. When I was induced, the people at the kennel said that Mason wouldn't eat...he was too worried! He has comforted me when my husband is out of town and when I need a friend. He's been there through family arguments and everything else. He has been, as Edith Wharton put it, "...a little heartbeat at my feet." When Champy passed, Mason was hurting, but he was there for Brian, Jack, and me.
Then, there is the debt for which I'll always owe to him...he is Jack's best friend. Jack is rough with Mason, but Mason tolerates him and is always gentle. Mason and Jack's friendship actually started before Jack was born. Mason would lay his head on my stomach and listen to Jack. Jack would rub his hands (or feet?) along the side of my belly that Mason was pressed against. When Jack came home from the hospital, it was no surprise to Mason. He already knew him. Now, Jack will lay on the ground in front of Mason and just stare into his eyes. Mason lays still so that Jack can be there with him.
Mason is an amazing dog. He has this Zen-like quality about him. Mason always is calm and in the moment. What a wonderful way to live! At 12, he's lived longer than any other dog I've ever shared my life with. I hope he lives for many more years to come. More importantly, I hope I can be the person that Mason sees me to be, because he thinks a lot of me.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
The Terrible Almost-Twos
Chalk it up to teething (please God, let it be teething) or lack of language skills, but the past couple of weeks have been one big "toddler moment" in our house.
I consider myself lucky when it comes to behavior. It is apparently normal for a kid Jack's age to throw 3-4 temper tantrums a day. Jack typically throws 3-4 per week, so I consider him on the lower end of the tantrum continuum.
Of course, every time I say something like that, some smarty-pants, my-kid-is-better-than-yours Mom says, "My son/daughter/spawn never has tantrums." LIAR. Every child has tantrums occasionally. You may not remember them or you may block them out or, as I find to be the case, elite Moms simply edit out or tone down the less than desirable things that occur within their lives. The Moms that tell you that their kids never watch TV probably have children who watch 6 hours of Nick Jr. non-stop. Your kid eats an all vegetarian/organic/vegan diet, you say? They probably live off of Chicken McNuggets.
No judging, though. The Mom-competition is tough.
You'd be surprised at how many people claim their children NEVER have tantrums. Well, mine does, and they've been worse lately. I'm also allowed to say that I am hoping that this is just a phase and passes soon.
For those of you with perfect robot children or no children at all, I'll tell you that temper tantrums can be just as much hell on Moms as they surely are on children. Here is a typical tantrum in our house:
Lunchtime approaches, so I tell Jack unceremoniously, "I'm going to make you some lunch." Jack whips his head around and whines. I know that I must go make lunch, because as any parent will tell you, fatigue and hunger only make matters worse. He leaps up and toddles behind me. He grips the baby gate at the kitchen and whines/jumps. I make the mistake of saying either "It's okay" or "Use your words to tell Mommy what's wrong."
Now, I know that the latter is stupid of me to suggest, but I, like all other Moms, feel compelled to do so. Jack is a bit of a late-talker and doesn't talk very much (don't worry...I've asked our pediatrician multiple times if this is normal and she assures me it is), so he really lacks the verbal skills to answer that question. However, I want to get him thinking about voicing feelings, so I ask away. This earns me a scream.
Okay, so I think that giving him a sippy cup of milk will help. What could be more soothing than a nice, refreshing cup of milk? It screams comfort, right? Wrong. It gets thrown to the floor and I get a look that says "How DARE you suggest that?" Okay, this is going nowhere, so I go to pick Jack up, only to have him flop down to the floor as I reach for him. Oh boy, here we go...
What ensues is a 10-20 minute tantrum that involves thrashing on the floor, kicking, and screaming. I do what the books and the doctor (as well as my sanity) tells me to do...I ignore him. I sit and watch, in agony, as my little boy struggles to regain control of his emotions. It pains me to see him like this. Eventually, he calms down and toddles over to me, arms reaching out, saying "Mama" softly. I pick him up and cuddle him in the rocking chair and all is well.
I don't blame my son for tantrums. They are the result of his little immature body dealing with emotions that have the tendency to get overpowering. He hasn't learned, as the rest of us have, to keep our emotions to ourselves and then freak out/drink/blog about it later. However, it is emotionally draining to watch.
So, here's hoping that it's teething or just a phase, and if your child is one of the 3-4 tantrums a day kids, then God bless you.
Snowmaggedon 2011
|My street during "The Big One" of 2011.
Last year wasn't so bad. With an infant, you're limited in your entertainment possibilities, so being trapped at home isn't such a big deal. With a toddler, you start to slowly slip into insanity.
Atlanta just is not used to this much snow and ice. For all of you Northern transplants that post on Facebook "This is nothing...New York/New Jersey/Massachusetts/anywhere other than ATL gets more snow than this and still functions normally", I just have to let you know that you annoy me more than a Barney marathon.
That's a lot, by the way.
ATL has about 10 snow trucks. May people might see that as ridiculous, but we never get snow like this. I'd be pissed if my taxpayer money went into a whole fleet of DOT vehicles that only gets used once every 5-10 years. I'd rather see more cops than snow trucks. So, the one time a decade that we get significant snowfall, it shuts the city down. It sucks (I'll elaborate on that shortly), but it's the price we pay for living in a city affectionately known as "Hotlanta".
Atlanta natives have an unusual reaction to this bizarre phenomenon known as snow. First, let me qualify what it means to be an Atlanta native...you must have lived here more than a couple of months. One Atlanta summer does not an Atlantan make. I've lived here all of my life, minus the few months of infancy spent in Florida, so my body is not accustomed to functioning in snow. I fall walking in it. I am terrified of driving my car through it. I feel an instinctual impulse to go buy milk, bread, eggs, and beer anytime it's in the forecast. I can push my body past these limits. I have been known to drive through snow, albeit gripping the steering wheel for dear life and screaming "Holy Shit!" I have discovered that crawling lessens the likelihood of falling in snow. I avoid stores like the plague the day before snow. I hide well my urge to buy the last 15 dozen eggs at Publix.
There is something about snow that drives Atlantans slightly mad. The day before, we do snow dances, wear our pajamas inside out, and send up lots of prayers for the white stuff. The next morning, when we wake and it's there, we flip out. No school/work! Sledding! Taking pictures of everything shrouded in snow! Hot cocoa! WOO HOO!!! We do it all, as though we've never seen snow before.
Day 2 brings change. We look outside and, still seeing snow, think, "Hmmm...that's cool. I wish I could leave my neighborhood, though." Regardless, we venture forth and repeat the revelry of the previous day.
On Day 3, madness starts to set in. I only have 3 gallons of milk...what if it lasts FOREVER? If I have to watch Caillou one more time, I'm going to shove my face in a pillow and scream (all Moms of toddlers know what I mean). The garbage starts piling up and I get the sensation that we're all living like animals. GET ME OUT OF HERE!
Day 4 results in a catatonic state for all involved. Jack and I have played every game in the house 20 times over. I give up and allow him to make Play Doh sculptures on my head. I play Misty Island Rescue so many times that I can practically recite it from memory. You want cookies for dinner, Jack? Sure, the world's coming to an end and we'll be trapped in this house forever. Go right ahead.
Okay, so some of the events may be exaggerated, but that's what we Atlantans do when it comes to weather...we exaggerate. The local media has trained us well.
So, I'm going to start doing Spring dances. To my neighbors, I apologize in advance that you might see me dancing in the snow, willing it to evaporate. However, I know that next winter the snowfall will bring that familiar "WOO HOO!" and I'll fall for it all over again.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Eating and the Reflux-Recovering Toddler
First off, I have finally decided to make my blog public...and by public, I mean I'm putting it on my Facebook page. So, if you've stumbled onto my blog off of Facebook...welcome! My little boy is my life and I hope that friends and family enjoy reading about all of his adventures.
This week, we have seen some real progress with Jack's eating. Jack, for those of you who don't know, suffered from horrid reflux as a baby. Luckily, his reflux caused him little pain or discomfort. We were blessed that he did not suffer from colic or pain; however, Jack had difficulty eating or drinking without gagging or throwing up. It was the throwing up that held Jack back in terms of his feeding skills and has also caused Jack to reject foods that he doesn't know that he can eat without gagging. We've been assured by our pediatrician that this is not unusual for a child recovering from reflux, but it still makes my heart ache every time I see my little boy struggle.
His feeding skills have slowly increased, but we are just now seeing a real leap forward. For example, just this weekend, Jack picked up a cracker and ate it without gagging or requiring any assistance. A whole cracker! I was so proud! He picked it up and ate it as though he'd been able to do so for months! This may not seem like a huge accomplishment, but it means so much to Jack.
I'm optimistic that he'll continue to improve. Jack will be entering preschool in the fall and I want so badly for him to be able to eat snack just like the other kids do. I'm confident he'll get there. He's made such huge strides so far!
This week, we have seen some real progress with Jack's eating. Jack, for those of you who don't know, suffered from horrid reflux as a baby. Luckily, his reflux caused him little pain or discomfort. We were blessed that he did not suffer from colic or pain; however, Jack had difficulty eating or drinking without gagging or throwing up. It was the throwing up that held Jack back in terms of his feeding skills and has also caused Jack to reject foods that he doesn't know that he can eat without gagging. We've been assured by our pediatrician that this is not unusual for a child recovering from reflux, but it still makes my heart ache every time I see my little boy struggle.
His feeding skills have slowly increased, but we are just now seeing a real leap forward. For example, just this weekend, Jack picked up a cracker and ate it without gagging or requiring any assistance. A whole cracker! I was so proud! He picked it up and ate it as though he'd been able to do so for months! This may not seem like a huge accomplishment, but it means so much to Jack.
I'm optimistic that he'll continue to improve. Jack will be entering preschool in the fall and I want so badly for him to be able to eat snack just like the other kids do. I'm confident he'll get there. He's made such huge strides so far!
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Heading to Syracuse to do a little after-Christmas shopping next week? If youre like me, the food court at the mall is the last place youd get a bite to eat.
I discovered two locally owned and operated eateries, one right in the city that specializes in Philly cheesesteaks, the other just north of Syracuse that cooks up some mighty fine Italian food.
A Taste of Philadelphia
2533 James St.
A restaurant thats been in business for more than 35 years must be doing something right.
A Taste of Philadelphia has been around since 1976, serving classic Philly cheesesteaks along with sandwiches (ham, turkey, roast beef, salami), salads (garden, julienne, antipasto) and sides (onion rings, mozzarella sticks, french fries).
Its not a big place, maybe a half-dozen tables, coolers with soda and water, and a counter with a view of the kitchen right behind. Tons of Philadelphia memorabilia on the walls.
Theres no table service, so we started at the counter, asking the obvious question to the helpful counter guy: With several cheesesteak choices, which one is the original?
The answer: Steak, onions and cheese. The original Philly used provolone. Years later it was Cheez Whiz. Now, were told, its back to provolone in the City of Brotherly Love.
I got the Classic Original with Cheez Whiz, shaved, seasoned rib eye lots of it with saut�ed diced onions on a soft roll (probably 10 inches long, resembling a sub roll).
It was really good. Cheese Whiz whoda thought? But thats what made it for me.
We also tried the Special Cheesesteak beef, provolone, onions, mushrooms and peppers. It comes with pizza sauce, but we opted out on that. There was lots of beef in relation to the other stuff. It was a little dry, but still tasty. Maybe we should have gotten the pizza sauce. It had less cheese than we expected; we assumed the provolone would have been melted over it at the end, but it was chopped up and mixed in with the other ingredients.
We could see an automatic slicer at work in the kitchen, cutting a large side of rib eye into a pile of paper-thin slices of delicious, tender beef.
For dessert, I spotted in the cooler an assortment of serve-yourself cheesecake slices made by a company in downtown Syracuse, Casey & Bills Cheesecake.
We had trouble deciding among caramel, peanut butter or cherry, but ended up getting the cherry.
This was an excellent product and a good-sized portion, more creamy than cheesy, with that stick-to-the-roof-of-your-mouth consistency.
Congenial owner Nancy Carni stepped out from the kitchen to greet customers. We learned that she has owned the business for 10 years and its doing quite well. She told us that she recently introduced chicken cheesesteaks to the menu.
Lunch for two, with two cheesesteaks, a bag of chips, two soft drinks and a slice of cheesecake, came to $23.17 with tax. There are eight cheesesteaks to choose from, priced from $5.95 to $7.25. Credit cards are not accepted.
A Taste of Philadelphia is less than a 10-minute drive from Carousel Center. Parking on James Street can be a bit of a challenge, but its worth the effort.
Theyre open from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. Monday through Friday, noon to 7 p.m. Saturday.
Two Guys from Italy
Route 49
West Monroe
Youd probably have no reason to go to West Monroe unless youre going to Two Guys From Italy pizzeria and buffet.
Get off Interstate 81 at the Central Square exit (exit 32) and head east about a mile and a half. Set back from the road in a field on the right is Two Guys From Italy.
I arrived midafternoon and was greeted by a perky young counter gal who you could tell really likes her job. My goal was to get something to go on my way home. I was given a quick rundown of the menu, a quick tour of the new rustic dining room (much bigger than it appeared from the road) and an invitation to relax in front of the big-screen TV in the restaurant or in the adjoining sports bar also owned by Two Guys.
They call their eatery a family restaurant, and you know why after looking at the menu. Pizza, thin crust or original. Specialty pizzas. Calzones. Wings, deep-fried or char-grilled. Toasted hot and cold subs. Burgers and fries. Deep-fried munchies. Salads. Italian entrees. Fresh fish fry. Family specials and desserts.
And on the weekend (Friday and Saturday starting at 4 p.m.) theres the Two Guys buffet all you can eat for $10.99 ($3.99 for kids). We understand its an outstanding buffet with fresh food constantly coming from the kitchen.
For my food-to-go, I decided on three Italian entrees, each priced at $9.99: baked ziti with sausage; chicken and broccoli Alfredo; and chicken Parmesan with ziti. I figured these would be quick and easy, probably prepared ahead of time. Just throw them in containers and Id be on my way.
Nope. Everything is made from scratch itll take about a half hour, my young friend informed me.
Thirty minutes later, three round 10-inch foil containers emerged from the kitchen along with a Styrofoam clamshell filled with salad and another loaded with garlic knots. Enough food for a week, I thought.
Once home, I dug in.
Garlic knots were fine, probably better if Id have eaten them on the drive north. The salad consisted of crisp iceberg lettuce, chopped tomatoes and sliced black olives. Salad dressing was more oily than vinegary and had the appearance of Good Seasons.
The ziti was tossed with a rich red sauce along with two links of real Italian-tasting sausage, all blanketed with melted mozzarella and Parm.
Chicken and broccoli Alfredo was another enormous portion, lots of ziti mixed with chunks of moist chicken and fresh broccoli. The broccoli was a faded green, but tasted fine. The sauce, made with butter, cream and cheese, was quite strong, as though theyd used sharp Romano cheese rather than Parm.
Chicken Parm was almost identical to the baked ziti dish, except instead of sausage buried in the pasta, a nice breast of chicken with melted mozzarella was placed on top.
And there were leftovers for days. The baked ziti and the chicken Parm are now living in my freezer for a quick meal at a later date.
My only regret was not getting dessert. They offer cinnamon-sugar fried dough, which really should be consumed as soon as it comes out of the fryer.
Two Guys From Italy has been serving the little village of West Monroe and surrounding communities for more than 20 years. Next time Im driving down 81 Ill be sure to stop.
Dinners to go enough for a family of three or four came to $32.37.
Two Guys is open 2 to 10 p.m. Monday through Thursday, 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. Friday and Saturday, and 9 a.m. to 10 p.m. Sunday. They accept credit cards but do not accept checks. And Im sure theyll take cash.
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CAIRO – Hundreds of Czech Muslims staged a protest outside the Czech Interior Ministry in Prague on Friday, May 2, against the police raid on their mosques last week.
"We would like to express our indignation with the way the intervention [was carried out], for the time, the place," Muneeb Al Rawi, chairman of the Union of Muslim Communities in the Czech Republic (ÚMO), told The Prague Post.
Al Rawi added that the action of the police's Unit for Combating Organized Crime (ÚOOZ) was carried out as "entirely inappropriate" and "utterly uneducated."
"I would say we're being victimized because it wasn't necessary, because always we're not preventing … authorities in carrying out their acts and duties," he said.
On Friday, about 300 Muslims gathered to protest last Friday's police mosque raid.
Listening to speeches, Muslim protesters made religious chants in a show of defiance against what was described as an "entirely inappropriate" raid by officials.
The attack occurred last week when police forces raided the Islamic center on the city's outskirts during Friday prayers, detaining 20 people and arresting a 55-year-old publisher of a book following accusations of inciting Xenophobia and violence.
The police said the publisher was a 55-year-old Czech citizen who had "The Fundamentals of Tawheed" book translated into Czech.
The publisher faces charges of promoting hate speech, a crime punishable by up to 10 years in prison.
The book is written by Abu Ameenah Bilal Philips, a Jamaican-born imam.
Muslims at the prayer gathering held banners with slogans such as "No to racism" and "Just for a book!" with the latter accompanied by a picture of armed riot police.
A number of police members attended the gathering, with additional officers standing outside the front of the Ministry of the Interior building.
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In a statement, Al Rawi, who estimated the Czech Republic's Muslim population to be about 20,000, also said he "fear[ed] that members of the Muslim minority in the Czech Republic might be endangered."
Authorities should explain why the raid took place and "why it happened in this form," Al Rawi said, adding that "all legal means" would be used to ensure the "very unpleasant case" was examined.
"We warn against the rise of extremism and anti-Muslim sentiment that such behavior may cause and we are concerned about the wave of Islamophobic comments which appeared after the police intervention," he said.
Tarek, a 26-year-old Egyptian who has lived in the Czech Republic for two-and-a-half years, added that "Muslims respect every people."
"I don't care if you're Jewish or Christian, our prophet tells us to respect the other religions. That's it. Everybody here is in peace," he told The Prague Post.
He also described the police actions during the recent raid as "unbelievable."
"The Muslims here are afraid to do anything. You can imagine, we have a mosque here that's smaller than a flat," he said.
The Czech Republic, which has a population of more than 10 million people, is home to around 15,000 Muslims.
In 2004, Prague acknowledged Islam as an official religion, giving Muslims rights on equal footing to Christians and Jews.
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Evil Scream from A Better Tomorrow
Published April 8, 2011 in Excellent Design T-Shirts Movie T-Shirts Pop Culture T-Shirts Quirky T-Shirts T-Shirts. Comments (1)
I hinted about this shirt yesterday on Twitter. I wasn't exaggerating, this is definitely one of my favorite designs, and one of the best I've seen in a while.
This shirt is, of course, based on the existential hard-on of a painting that is Edvard Munch's "The Scream" (that sound kind of mean…I like The Scream). Ben Chen, the artist of the shirt, reproduces Munch's painting within the world of Batman. The Joker replaces the "screamer," and Batman replaces the people in the background of the original painting. Ben then added a bunch of small references–the cards, the bat signal–that you should check out in the detailed product pictures on the A Better Tomorrow site.
I really, really like this shirt. I love how unique it is, and I think Ben executed the design perfectly. It's got that "it factor"–as soon as I saw it, even though the Euro exchange rate makes it incredibly expensive, I had to have it. This shirt is the bomb.
If you agree, you can pick it up for 22 Euro from the German shop A Better Tomorrow.
Every Single Charlie Sheen T-Shirt–Interview Quotes + More
Published March 3, 2011 in Humorous T-Shirts Pop Culture T-Shirts T-Shirts. Comments (2)
My other Charlie Sheen t-shirt post was such a huge attraction that I decided to give the people what they want, and make a list of every Charlie Sheen t-shirt that I can find. I already posted about those awesome Skreened quote-based Charlie Sheen shirts, but now I'm going to do every shirt there is (or that I can find). I'm also going to sprinkle in some more of my favorite quotes from his statements. Remember, live the Sheen Dream! I hope you enjoy:
Busted Tees was quick to jump on the Sheen bandwagon with this Winning shirt. Check this out to save 10% at Busted Tees–get your Sheen for even cheaper than the $14 presale price.
Are you afflicted with bi-winning just like Charlie? If so, get yourself a prescription with this shirt from Rocks Off.
This one is just a little Sheen portrait, but I really like that they made his face blue. Check it out!
"If they do discover my blood to be tiger blood, I hope that nobody will be shocked!"
Another blue face shirt, this time with the Winning statement below is face. You can buy this one from Barstool Sports.
If you can't read the text of this one, it says "I'm on a drug…it's called Charlie Sheen." I don't think I could handle the drug called Charlie Sheen. If you think you can, though, buy this one from Donkey Ts.
Kid Cudi Moon Face Shirt from Karmaloop
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I really like Kid Cudi. I posted that awesome Cudi portrait from The Cooler Collective a little while back, and now I'm going to partake in a little more Cudi love. This one is essentially the album cover, and I thoroughly dig it. I just think it's an iconic image (even though Cudi ain't quite at that icon status yet). The face on the moon was a great album cover, and it translates into a great shirt.
You can pick this one up from Karmaloop for $20.00. If you haven't given Kid Cudi a listen yet, I recommend you do. Pursuit of Happiness and Revofev are good places to start in my opinion. We've also got a Karmaloop coupon good for 20% off your order, making the shirt only $16.
Charlie Sheen's Best Quotes in T-Shirt Form
Published March 2, 2011 in Humorous T-Shirts Pop Culture T-Shirts T-Shirts Type Tees. Comments (2)
If you haven't heard what's been happening with Charlie Sheen lately, you need to find out, and then berate yourself for not knowing about it sooner. He's become incredibly outspoken, in a crazy person type of way. Yet, I still can't stop myself from saying, "Wow…that man is saying a lot of badass things, sprinkled between a lot of crazy things." Here's an illuminating video with some great lines, but if you're more of a reader, here a few of my favorite quotes from him:
Here's my personal favorite:
My conduct is bitchin', my condition is perfect.
Some insight into his life:
I'm tired of pretending my life isn't perfect and bitchin' and winning every second.
His party style:
"[I was] bangin' 7-gram rocks and finishing them because that's how I roll. I have one speed, one gear … go!" and "I am on a drug, it's called 'Charlie Sheen.' It's not available 'cause if you try it once you will die. Your face will melt off, and children will weep over your exploded body."
On winning:
I'm bi-winning. I win here, I win there.
I could go on forever, but I'll stop there in the interest of space. Suffice it to say, it's a comedy gold mine. That's why I'm so happy someone made this awesome collection of shirts. The shirts display one of Charlie's quotes, or his face in some cases, with the text "Live the Sheen Dream" below. I've gotta say, I wouldn't mind livin' the Sheen Dream now and then, and I'm 99% sure I'm gonna buy one of these shirts. Go learn about living the Sheen Dream…if you think you can handle it, that is.
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Insound T-Shirt Sale–25% Off Lots of Music Shirts, incl. Beach House, Girls, Peter, Bjorn and John + More
Published February 25, 2011 in Music T-Shirts Pop Culture T-Shirts T-Shirt Sales T-Shirts. Comments (0)
Insound, an awesome online record store, is having an equally awesome sale on a bunch of band shirts–57 shirts to be exact. Every shirt on the list is discounted 25%. These aren't just the reject shirts that need to be cleared out–there are a lot of quality designs from great bands. I've posted two of my favorites above (Peter Bjorn and John on the left and Yeah Yeah Yeahs on the right ), but other shirts on sale are from bands like Beach House, Blitzen Trapper, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Girls, Grizzly Bear, She and Him, Sonic Youth, Spoon, The Black Keys (x2), The Decemberists, The National, Wolf Parade, and Beirut (among others). I think most people can probably find something they like from that list.
Head on over to Insound to check out the sale. The vast majority of shirts are in the $14.00-$16.50 range. We've also got a page for Insound coupons to get even lower prices (although I don't think they have any active currently).
Super Pavario from Seventh.Ink–Carl Pavano T-Shirt
Published February 23, 2011 in Humorous T-Shirts Pop Culture T-Shirts T-Shirts. Comments (3)
For those who don't know, Carl Pavano is a pitcher for the Minnesota Twins who sports a fairly powerful, Mario-like mustache (see the picture below). I always thought this whenever I saw him on TV (I'm not the only one), and that is why I love this shirt. Someone was obligated to make it, and Seventh.Ink kindly took that task upon themselves. I think the design is executed perfectly–the hat, mustache, and text is all that's needed. It's pretty hilarious.
This design, Super Pavario, is a shirt from Seventh.Ink's new Spring 2011 Line. It's definitely my favorite of the new designs. It's currently on pre-order for $4 off the usual price (making it $20.00), and it will ship on March, 11th. It's printed on American Apparel. Oh yeah, here's Carl Pavano for comparison. See the Mario resemblance?
Open Road — Kerouac Shirt from Dead Bury Dead
Published February 19, 2011 in Intelligent T-Shirts Pop Culture T-Shirts T-Shirts. Comments (0)
I just got an email from Dead Bury Dead about the release of their Spring 2011 designs. I dig a bunch of these shirts, but Open Road is my definite favorite because, well, I like Jack Kerouac (and the shirt looks cool). On the Road didn't change my life, but it's a good book, and it opened me up to his other work which is even better in my opinion. The Subterraneans still remains one of my favorite books. I recommend you read it–once you get used to having a fifteen page paragraph it's a great trip.
Now, about this shirt. It's a great picture of two men walking down a road seemingly leading to infinity. I like the dark colors, and I really like the picture–it definitely has a Beat/Kerouac'ian feel to it. You can pick it up for $29.99 at Dead Bury Dead. It's a limited edition print, so don't dilly dally (I think there's only like 8 for each size left). Check out the rest of the new designs as well, 'cause they're cool.
P.S. Dead Bury Dead might have taken one of the hottest graphic t-shirt product photos I've ever seen (plus it's a cool photo in general). Check it:
Pacman on Twitter Shirt from Lola Camisetas
Published February 18, 2011 in Humorous T-Shirts Pop Culture T-Shirts T-Shirts. Comments (1)
God damn this shirt is brilliant! I never would have thought of this shirt, which I suppose is why I write about shirts rather than make them (although that might change soon!). The ghosts are just following Pacman everywhere–now he can't even get his social networking on without them breathing down his neck.
I'm trying to decide if the shirt would come off better if they used the actual Twitter design (for the ghosts following). I'd have to see the two side by side to make the call. That being said, I still like how they implemented it. Witty concept + good design=successful shirt in Colin's opinion.
You can pick this one up for €16.95. Yeah, that's right, you unfortunately have to deal with the brutality of a horrible exchange rate. I'd say it's worth the money though.
Fly–Philadelphia Flyers T-Shirt from atslopes
Published February 10, 2011 in Pop Culture T-Shirts Printed on American Apparel T-Shirts. Comments (1)
I never really had any hockey affiliation growing up, but…since I now live in Philadelphia, I figured it's only fitting for me to support the Flyers. I guess it was fate, then, when I got this email from Andrew letting me know about atslopes new "Fly" t-shirt.
The shirt is essentially the Philadelphia Flyers logo manipulated to spell out fly above the orange target (did that need explaining?). It spices up the logo a bit, and I dig it. If you share my enthusiasm, you can head over to the atslopes store and buy it for $20.00 printed on American Apparel.
Bob Dylan X Beethoven Shirt from Young Lovers
Published January 25, 2011 in Music T-Shirts Pop Culture T-Shirts T-Shirts. Comments (1)
Young Lovers has just released their 2011 collection, titled "Creatures of the midnight." After browsing around, I can tell you that I'm quite enamored with it. My favorite is definitely this one: Dylan x Beethoven. Much like the title suggests, it's an eye-catching combination portrait of Bob Dylan and Beethoven. Young Lovers' execution of this design is top-notch–it comes off incredibly well. Like their product description tells us, it's two incredible musical minds colliding on one shirt, and it looks great.
The design is available in either white on black, or black on white versions, and is a little pricey at $48.00.
If the price is a bit steep for you (here's to you, college students!), Young Lovers is providing you with a great chance to win your three favorite shirts for free. All you have to do is go to their site and click the Facebook "like" button for each of the three designs you want. After that, you just have to wait until January 31st, when Young Lovers will pick five people to give three shirts each to. That's cool!


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The Wild's first drill of training camp centered around players skating through the neutral zone with the puck, an exercise that emphasized the team's new focus on puck possession.
Before taking the ice Thursday at Ridder Arena, coach Mike Yeo unveiled the new system using a video presentation.
To utilize skill that wasn't available when he took over as coach in 2011, Yeo wants his transition game to less about dumping the puck and more about bringing it across the red line.
"We've talked a lot about this already, but we want to be a better team off the rush," Yeo said. "We want to create more off the rush."
Yeo believes players such as Jason Pominville and Jason Zucker -- "guys who weren't on the team at the start of last season" -- will be able to use their speed and skill to enter the offensive zone rather than rely on dumping the puck deep.
But might the new system be troublesome to players like Mikko Koivu, who's been a part of a dump-and-chase team since entering the NHL?
"I don't thik so," the Wild's captain said."Obviously we have three weeks skating, and that's where you learn stuff in practice, and then you go to the games -- and that's when it starts to come out automatically. So I don't see that as a problem.
"To be honest, obviously you have to be responsible with the puck, but I think a lot of players like it.
As the first of the day's three groups took the ice, Yeo explained the day's first drill. While the team tries to determine rosters and lines, it will also look at which players can excel in the new system.
Zach Parise said the new focus is as much on puck possession to prevent chasing against more skilled teams as it is about giving skilled players more freedom to make plays.
"I think if we can hold onto the puck a little more that will help us a lot," Parise said. "I felt like (in the playoffs) against Chicago we were chasing the puck. It's almost like they had the puck 70 percent of the game and we had it 30. It's tough to win like that, so that's something we talked about in the meetings right away this morning.
"Some things that we practice out there are to try to be a better rush team, to try to get things opened up a little bit more. That takes time. That's not going to be a first-game thing."
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Ingredients2 cups flour
2 cups sugar
3/4 cup cocoa powder
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs
1/2 cup canola oil
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
8 ounces starbucks black coffee, cooled (or any
brand can be substituted)
PreparationPreheat oven to 350°.
In a large bowl, whisk eggs, canola oil, vanilla and black coffee (cooled) together.
Stir in sugar, cocoa powder, salt, baking soda and baking powder.
Alternate stirring in flour and milk.
Don't worry if batter seems runny to you, this is normal and makes the cake so moist!
Pour batter into two greased 9-inch round cake pans.
Or if you're making cupcakes, line two 12-cup muffin tins with cupcake papers. Spoon (or pour) the batter into the cups about three-quarters full.
Bake the 2 cake pans for 25 minutes or cupcakes for 20-23 minutes. (Toothpick will come out clean when cake is done.).
After cake has cooled, remove and frost with your favorite icing. (I like Magnolia Bakery's Buttercream Frosting, Magnolia Bakery's Vanilla Birthday Cake and Frosting).
TIP: I've found that the cupcakes get even more moist when stored overnight in a Tupperware container.
Frosting Instructions: It is really easy to create the two-tone icing as shown in the photo above. Make your favorite buttercream icing recipe and divide it into 4 equal batches. Then add a dab of food coloring to each batch (I like Wilton's Icing Colors gels, purchased my local Michael's Craft Store). I used 4 different Wilton colors -- yellow, pink, sky blue and leaf green. Use a long metal spatula to fill a pastry bag with 2 colors. Put one color down each side of the bag. When you twist the top of the bag closed, the colors will form "striped" icing. Use the Wilton 2D Drop Flower tip to decorate the cupcakes, starting on the outer edge of the cupcake and working your way to the center in a circular motion. Each cupcake will be unique and beautiful!


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Right now its 34 degrees at home and this is the warmest jacket I have found yet. It beats my down jacket too. I would have liked a brown but hey if it keeps me warm, who cares. This is a must have for the winter.
My husband got this for Christmas last year and wore it non-stop for the cold months. And I try to borrow it any chance I get! I want it in a women's cut, but might just buy the men's version for myself. It truly is like a warm fleece blanket in sweatshirt form.
Yeah. It's *alright* but is not worth the price. I could have bought something similar.
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MUNCIE - Bonnie "Bernice" Russell, 72, of Muncie, went home to be with the Lord on Sunday, December 2, 2012 at I.U. Health Ball Memorial Hospital in Muncie.
She was born February 4, 1940 in Alpha, Kentucky, a daughter of the late Ola Ray and Margaret A. (Marcum) Jones.
Bernice worked many years at Corrugated Container and retired from Ball Memorial Hospital after twenty-one years of service. She was a member of Walnut Grove United Methodist Church in Albany, Kentucky and attended Fellowship Baptist Church in Muncie. Bernice loved flowers, gardening and canning, especially with her sisters. She also enjoyed fishing, traveling to Kentucky and spending time with her family. The pride of Bernice's life were her nieces and nephews.
She is survived by her husband of thirty-five years, Jon Q. Russell; two sisters, Joyce Patty and Rachel (husband, JD) Bell both of Muncie; two brothers, Roger (wife, Wanda) Jones and Danny (wife, Shelia) Jones both of Albany, Kentucky; nieces and nephews, Rick Patty, Darla Fox, Doug Bell, Greg Bell, Larry Patty, Tammy Owensby, Danny Jones, Dianna Fox, Martina Coleman, Lacy French and Zachary Patty; seventeen great-nieces and nephews and several cousins.
In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her mother-in-law, Mary K. Russell; a brother-in-law, Larry D. Patty and several aunts and uncles.
Funeral services will be held at 11:00 a.m. Thursday, December 6, 2012 at Fellowship Baptist Church, 2204 S. Macedonia Ave., Muncie with Pastor Ron Elam officiating. Burial will follow in Gardens of Memory.
Friends may call from 4-8 p.m. Wednesday, December 5, 2012 at Fellowship Baptist Church and one hour prior to services Thursday at the church.
Arrangements have been entrusted to the care of Sproles Family Funeral Home.
Memorial contributions may be made to Diabetes, Kidney or Heart Associations with envelopes available at the church.
You may send the family a personal condolence at http://www.sprolesfamilycares.com.
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Fatau Dauda warms bench at Orlando Pirates despite De Sa's departure
Ghana goalkeeper Fatau Dauda remained on the Orlando Pirates bench despite the departure of Roger De Sa in the 2-1 win over Bidvest Wits on Tuesday.
Interim coach Eric Tinkler kept faith with the team that beat Ajax Cape Town 2-1 at home last week.
Senzo Meyiwa remained at post despite conceding 10 goals in his last eleven games, while Dauda continues to warm the bench.
There was a huge expectation for Fatau Dauda to get precious game time following the resignation of roger De Sa who refused to play the Ghana international during his reign.
The status quo has surprisingly remained despite the poor form of Meyiwa.
Club officials managed to convince the former AshantiGold shot-stopper off the idea of going on loan to get precious game time with a few months to the 2014 World Cup.
Officials maintain Dauda is key to their plans but their words are not backed by action by giving him the needed opportunities on the field of play.


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Officers reflect on good policing that led to DC sniper arrests
BALTIMORE - For 32 years, now retired Baltimore city officer Jim Snyder tried to do the all the little things right, even in the midst of the biggest story of his career.
The DC Sniper killed 10 people, 3 more critically injured and the targets as unsettling as the act; public gas stations, buses and schools.
The sniper paralyzed life inside and out of two beltways, seemingly putting everyday life and decency on hold.
"You just had to live through it to really appreciate ya know, what you had to go through that day just going to get gas," Snyder says.
Snyder didn't just live through it, he worked it.
As a patrolman in the Northern District he chased his fair share of white box trucks and misguided leads from the massive multi-jurisdictional manhunt, but it would be in the details where he would find the devil.
A Chevy Caprice parked at a gas station at Sisson and 28th Street blocking the door where he knew the restaurant got its delivery.
The windows were fogged, clothes piled up in the back, even what he thought was a rusted out hole in the trunk.
[So you didn't think much of it?] "No. It was just a random stop, he wasn't wanted for anything. I ran all checks that were humanly possible." [You had no grounds to check further?] "No, no...and that was October the 8th."
Muhammad's story made sense that night, and there were no legal grounds to go any further but to ask him to move.
A simple but recorded stop that ended up in a national database later providing key information that would solve the case.
"This right here was his name and everything," said Snyder as he showed us a copy of his original report, "The car and information why he was stopped and this is what they used to verify. This was physical evidence that he was here."
The ticket only has a just a couple of lines of information, but it was that single piece of paper that was key to ending all the terror and leading authorities to a single parking spot in a rest stop one hour due west of Baltimore City.
Maryland State Police First Sargent Keith Runk commanded the federal and local SWAT team that approached Muhammad's Caprice.
The feds developed Muhammad as a suspect and because of Snyder's ticket, knew what car they were looking for.
Early in the morning of October 24th, it was spotted at a rest stop off 70 in Myersville, Maryland.
After 90 minutes of practice, intelligence and shutting down roads, a team of six approached.
"There was no reaction. They were emotionless. Dead stares. Didn't say a word. Muhammad put his hands up, he was in the back seat. He was removed from the car. Malvo was in the front seat and he was removed from the car. And the whole time we had them in custody there was not one word spoken and no emotion displayed, just a blank stare," said Runk.
That blank stare is what Runk cannot forget to this day
The look of a cold calculated killer who the feds say was poised to carry out shootings in the Baltimore area next.
It was a surprisingly peaceful end to a massive manhunt, one that 10 years later, both local officers say ended with simple police work and precision execution.
"It was all basic good police work and that's what solved the case," said Runk.
"You do the little things and that adds up to big things," added Snyder, "A lot of people would have maybe get this guy's information, not bother writing it down, yeah you look ok, see you later. But if you do the right things, there is a reason why you should do the little things and that's why they add up to big things."
...Like the take down of one of the most fearful serial sniper teams in history.


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Representatives of the Cincinnati Federation of Teachers and Cincinnati Public Schools gathered for a news conference Wednesday to announce tentative teachers contract agreement.
After nearly a year of work, the Cincinnati Federation of Teachers and Cincinnati Public Schools on Wednesday announced a tentative contract agreement that one board member said contains the "most progressive home-grown reform" in the country.
Superintendent Mary Ronan, Cincinnati Federation of Teachers union president Julie Sellers and school board members announced the agreement at a news conference Wednesday afternoon. They declined to release details until the teachers have had a chance to see the contract.
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