January « 2012 «

To Self, From Self (Edition 01.30.12)

January 30th, 2012%

Ten things I’m telling myself today:

(1) There is nothing I’d rather use this Monday for than year-end reports.

(2) I don’t look a day over 27. Ish.

(3) My favorite jeans easily make me appear 5 pounds lighter than I am.

(4) If . . . → Read More: To Self, From Self (Edition 01.30.12)

Test Post

January 28th, 2012%

(Please excuse–this is a test post re: auto-connect between WordPress and Facebook. It is blah and ugly and devoid of OtherSuchishness.)

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My Shingle: “Goofball Consultant – Est. 2003, Reest. 2008″

January 27th, 2012%

One evening this week, following her bath, the conversation as she cuddled up next to me in all her freshly-shampooed-hair-smelling sweetness:

She: “Mama, before I was born you were a lawyer?”

Me: “Yes.”

She: “And you worked in the lawyer office with Emmy’s daddy?”

Me: “Yes.”

Pause.

She, voice rising to giggles on . . . → Read More: My Shingle: “Goofball Consultant – Est. 2003, Reest. 2008″

Let’s Call It a Freckle (OS:S in the E-T on the 1/1)

January 25th, 2012%

This is a mole.

This is also a mole.

I am sorry to have had to launch the above horrors on you, but those are things you need to be familiar with before reading this next thing. (Yeah, and about the redline . . . → Read More: Let’s Call It a Freckle (OS:S in the E-T on the 1/1)

Considering It: The Part Where We Begin Walking

January 19th, 2012%

Sometimes I feel like I owe you a couple days of processing before I resume telling a story. So that I tell it in the right way, whatever way that is.

Sometimes I feel like I owe me a couple days of processing before I resume telling a story. For . . . → Read More: Considering It: The Part Where We Begin Walking

Considering It: Sing About the Wheels

January 13th, 2012%

A few nights ago, The Child and I loaded into our car to head home from church. Before pulling away from the curb, I scrolled through the missed messages and emails that had accumulated on my phone while it had been silenced. Growing impatient and bored with my reading (and being anxious . . . → Read More: Considering It: Sing About the Wheels

The MotherSuch, The GrandMotherSuch, and The Sacs

January 9th, 2012%

My paraphrased retelling of a retold-to-me conversation between The MotherSuch and her mother, The GrandMotherSuch, following our ultrasound last Thursday:

The GrandMotherSuch: How did their appointment go?

The MotherSuch: Good. They saw a gestational sac and a yolk sac.

The GrandMotherSuch (who had four children . . . → Read More: The MotherSuch, The GrandMotherSuch, and The Sacs

Guessing It’s Not All Happily-Ever-After for Mr. and Mrs. Google

January 6th, 2012%

Oh, Google.

That’s all I’ve got: oh, Google.

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If She Demands You Not Look at Her Ankles, The Why

January 5th, 2012%

Took The Child to dinner last night, just the two of us. She squealed in delight at the “just girls” occasion, as though we hadn’t already spent all day together. She chirped and chattered the whole way there about the taco she wanted and how she would order it.

As soon as we . . . → Read More: If She Demands You Not Look at Her Ankles, The Why

A Schweddily Blue Christmas

January 4th, 2012%

The Husband and I, we’re not big into the exchange of gifts with one another at Christmas. Just not our thing. Back before The Child was born we made a bigger fuss about it, but since then have had more fun focusing on her. Works well for us.

This last . . . → Read More: A Schweddily Blue Christmas