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2 lines, as in the positive result of a pregnancy test. As in the stick I peed on on Friday. I plan on putting all my pregnancy blogs there for those of you who don't want to read about the "joys" of mother-to-be hood all time. But since my brain isn't fully functioning I am afraid of forgetting if I don't get started now. For the last 2 days I have been thinking...I want to remember to blog about that, and that, and so on....and now I can't remember hardly any of it. So consider this a sneak preview and I'll get the new site up and running as soon as I enlist some help. I guess I should start at the begining. No, not that begining. The one where I am standing in line at CVS clutching my one item a bit embarressedly. I am even embarrassed that I am embarrassed. I am married. I have one kid already. Why does buying a pregnancy test still make my cheeks burn. I made the mistake of going to the closest CVS to school and am hoping not to see any students in th...

i hate it. does anyone actully like it? you know the hi, how are you? what is new, comments on the weather ( really! who knew I'd actually be bringing up the weather one day)...junk you have to get through to get to the real stuff. and by real stuff i don't necessarily mean anything of substance. i just mean the comfort level of real conversation. like when someone you haven't talked to in a while, or someone you usually don't talk to on the phone calls you. you know there is a reason. a purpose for this call and just want to skip the crap and get to the point. that is rude, however. rude? why? why is it considered rude to not waste time. this is part of the reason i have finally embraced texting. to skip all that and get to the point. human contact, schmontackt. i am raging about small talk because i find myself in it alot these days. see alot of my life is new. new but in the same spot. a new school that i love, but still havent quite made friends at. people to eat ...

I cook like I do everything else. Fast, varied, and I tend to ignore details. This means I can't bake ( details matter in baking)...and I often make a really good meal that I can't repeat ( because I am not quite sure what all and how much I put in it). My dad is an amazing chef. He cooks all day, follows a recipe exactly, destroys the kitchen, and uses exotic ingrediants. My mom is the best cook of the house, although my dad would be offended by that. She cooks comfort food. Uses recipes as a mere suggestion and usually reduces the fat. Their abilities and good tastes have me spoiled. They were in town this weekend and spend more on our dinner last night than my current car payment. Owen apparently loves lobster! Despite my inherited love for food.... the last thing I usually want to do on a weeknight is cook dinner. I have tried lots of things to rememdy this....frozen pizza ( vomit), taco bell ( vomit), super suppers/dream dinners ( ok....but gets old) and we usually ...

Tonight I was out with a friend. An old one. A comfortable one. One that knows the rules. Her phone rang and she stared at it a minute before deciding to answer. She chatted for a minute and then promised to call her back later in the evening. She hung up and quickly apologized. I laughed at her apology because it was unnecessary and told her that she should know my rules of friend phone etiquette by now ( 1. I expect you to take the call, 2. I expect you to make it quick, 3. I expect you to turn the damn thing off if it rings more than 4 times while we are hanging out). I am in transition. New job. Possibly new church soon. I hate the idea of starting over. Especially when I am in exactly the same place. But starting over with people. Making new connections. Making new friends. Being comfortable enough for them to come to my house or get in my car without feeling like I have to pick up first. We should all come with operating instructions so we can skip all that stuff. Not the fun get...

This afternoon I was frantically trying to open a belated Christmas present for O from a friend. I spent a good 15 minutes untwisting an ungodly amount of twisty ties. You know the kind you can’t cut through as well as finding a screwdriver to unscrew the hardware holding it in place. O cried for the toy impatiently. The added stress made me untwist the ties in the opposite direction and make an even bigger mess. The floor was strewn with spare parts, all probably choking hazards before finally the roaring dinosaur was free and ready to be played with. By then, O had settled on the wine bottle opener ( totally a safe toy right?) that had a remarkable resemblance to a robot. Maybe we occasionally do this with our joy. We hide it away so that no one can steal it. We twist it and tie and keep it safe. Safe. I hate that word. Last night I prayed that Shaun would get back from St. Louis safely. That O would be safe at school ( besides that kid who bit him……..when I find out what 2 year ...

My break is almost finished and over my almost 2 weeks off I did not.... 1. clean out the fridge 2. grade any papers 3. go to the gym every day ( just once). 4. convince O that pooping in the potty was really a much better option than his pants. 5. lesson plan 6. take down my christmas tree even though it is already January 7.ever set my alarm clock 8. shave my legs 9. keep O home from preschool just because me and shaun had the day off 10. read my usual allotment of books during a break ( only 3). 11. eat moderately 12. step on a scale 13. write anything profound 14. save money by not going to starbucks or eating out 15. think twice before getting another tattoo 16. manage to stay awake until midnight on New Years Ever ( heck I didn't even try) 17. finish Owen's first Christmas album ( this was his 3rd). 18. deny my son the pleasure of watching cartoons any time he asked 19. shower daily 20. manage to convince O that he could not get seconds on communion at the christmas eve ...

Me and Shaun used to be movie snobs. We like seeing movies on the day they came out and would often make the trip to Dallas ( angelika or magnolia) for movies that don't make most theatres. Lately we only see cartoons in the theatre. I have never really been that into cartoons. I don't even like the Simpsons.........but I will go to any and all movies that I think my son will like just to walk into a dark theatre and escape for a few hour. Meaning most of the movies I have seen over the last 6 months involve singing chipmunks, farting ogres or talking bees. Me and Shaun used our break to catch up on a few movies ( thanks to O's school being open when mine wasn't!) 1. First and most important was Juno. We saw the preview at the last movie we managed to some how find a way to go to....which I can't even remember the name of. The whole "out handlng things way above my maturity level line" had me sold months ago. I freakin love this movie. Think Napoleon D...