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Around this time of year, radio stations begin playing the legions of holiday music we've all forgotten about since last year. Music that should have been taken out back and put out of its misery with daddy's deer rifle, but lives and breathes anew each season. Who knew Billy Squier had a Christmas song? I do, because some desperate radio station plays it once a year. Hope you're enjoying those

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Scribble loves books. His favorites are books about animals, especially those with photos. He knows most of their names and the noises they make, and whether they could eat or bite you. It’s always fun to read one of these books with him, as his commentary along the way is priceless.This morning as I was getting ready for work, Scribble was paging through a magazine that we got from the Cleveland

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This weekend, my husband made homemade spaghetti sauce with tomatoes from our garden. It was an afternoon-long effort and I know he was proud of the result. Last night, he used the sauce and made eggplant parmesan. Doodle and Scribble had spaghetti and meatballs, because, homeys don't play dat eggplant. Doodle takes his first bite and declares, "Dad, this sauce is BRILLIANT!" I was thinking to

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Last night at dinner, I remembered a promise I had made to Doodle last weekend."We still going tomorrow?" I asked him, and as the words were leaving my mouth, I turned to my husband and said, "Why did I just do that? Why am I doing this to myself?" I mean, maybe Doodle had forgotten what we had talked about doing on Friday night.But it was too late. I had to follow through. "We still going to see

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I'm an only child. People often find this surprising about me, because I don't fit the stereotype. I don't have that spoiled princess vibe going on, at least not most of the time. Although I had plenty of friends in the neighborhood to play with when I was a child, I had a vivid imagination and could entertain myself for hours on end by making up games with dolls, stuffed animals, etc. But I did

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Let’s get re-acquainted, you and I.It’s certainly been a while. Turns out this new job does not allow me to wile away the days on Facebook and write incredibly witty blog posts on the company dime. This is most unfortunate. I could be, like, level 90 in Farmville by now.(This is some random FV character and DEFINITELY not my own screenshot.)So many times I have wanted to visit. To come share some

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What's poppin'Let's face it.There is no dainty, ladylike way to eat popcorn.I should know - I've tried to find the method, and it just doesn't exist. I could, quite possibly, be the world's messiest popcorn eater. When I eat popcorn, it looks like a jackal going to town on some dead thing in the Serengheti. Some of it may find its way into my mouth, some may find its way onto the floor instead.

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Berry goodI was nearly an adult before I realized that a cranberry was an actual berry, rather than the gelatinous, cylindrical substance that came from an Ocean Spray can. When I was growing up, it was my job every Thanksgiving to open the can, run a butter knife along the inside of the can, and then very carefully, shake out the cranberry sauce. The goal was, of course, to get it out in one

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Baby stepsWith any luck at all, one day this week I will come home and discover that I have steps on the side of my house, leading up to the side door.Sound familiar?Maybe it should - because about thirteen months ago, I was having the same hopeful thoughts. And then one week went by, then another, then another. And then it became fairly obvious that we'd been had. We got GOT, to quote a BB11

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Outsmarted by the masterDoodle and his dad come home from school the other day and Doodle spots his squirt guns on the back porch, cast aside from some sizzling September day. "Dad, can I play with my squirt guns?" he asks."No, Doodle," says his dad. "You can only play squirt guns when it's warm out." It's jacket weather when he says this - a biting October day where crisp leaves form a blanket

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Como se dice, "stupid?"I knew it would happen eventually, but I thought he'd at least be in grade school. I saw it in the still-distant future: Doodle comes home with school, armed with homework that is just too difficult for me to help him with. Heck, after he masters basic math, I'm out. But I wasn't ready for his four-year-old self to come home and be reciting stuff in Spanish.I think it's

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Safety TipsWhen picking up Doodle from school on Friday, my husband noticed a list the teacher had made entitled "Safety Tips." It was tips given by the kids, and each tip had the kid's name who contributed the tip.The list reads something like this:Don't run in the hallway - JamesKeep all the legs of the chair on the ground - AvaPay attention to the teacher - MadisonListen to the directions

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A messy situationWarning: this post is going to deal with the topic of baby poop. If you can't handle the poop, come back another time.I arrive at my office this morning, log in to my e-mail, and up pops a message from a family member with a subject line of "[Scribble's] Poop."Without reading it, I already know what's coming. Last night, while we were at said family member's house, Scribble went

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ChubbifiedBy a show of hands, who thinks I am damaging Scribble for life by calling him "Chubs?"Maybe it's because Doodle was a string bean as a baby, and still is. He never had any delicious baby thighs to pinch. His were always pretty thin. Lucky kid, he inherited his father's genes! Scribble, on the other hand, has pinchable thighs, a nice buddha belly, and irresistable baby arms. I find it

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Home away from homeI’ve been in my current job for ten years, in my current office for about 8 ½. We moved in early 2001 to a brand-new facility, custom-made for us. I remember in the early days, we were not supposed to eat at our desks for fear of soiling the new carpet. There are tales of people being busted by executive assistants for having such banal snack foods as apples and bananas at

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Information GatheringAt the tender age of 4, there's stuff that Doodle just doesn't want to talk about with me and my husband. Such as, "What did you do at school today?" So we had to find out about the fire drill they had a school from my in-laws, with whom Doodle shared the whole incident, including how Scribble was carried out by a teacher, since he can't walk yet. Can you imagine a fire drill

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Someone, please light a fire under my hubby's patootieSome people, maybe all, I haven't asked everyone so I will only assume "some", feel that their lives are out of order when their house is out of order. I am one of the some, fo' sho'.So you may have noticed by my last post that the first few weeks of Scribble's life were a little chaotic and that I may not have been the Mother of the Year. I

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The hardest job that doesn't require a degree or any formal trainingOh. Em. Gee.You people needed to warn me about this.Having the second kid? Well, it's not just TWICE as hard. It's like everything becomes infinitely more complicated. It requires mad time management skillz, the ability to multi-task 24 hours a day (including while asleep), and such talents as assembling a Transformer from

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Hey babyOK, Nathan. It's your big Internet premiere. Remember, first impressions are everything. Knock em dead, buddy! Oh. Well. That didn't go so well.Let's try this again.Introducing:Nathan James, aka Scribbleborn June 26, 20096 pounds 8 ouncesLikes:Milkthe car seatthe sound of the dryerhis brother, Doodlelate night televisionDislikes:dirty diapersbeing late for mealtimewindy weatherReady

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One of my favorite songs off the Pete Yorn album. Posting here so I don't lose the link.

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Dear Future Me,I realize that it's customary in a mommy blog type of post to address your post to your born/unborn child. However, since I'm sure my son will have absolutely no interest in this information at any point in his life, I am addressing it to my future self.Time is moving so quickly, and I know that in a few days, I'll have totally forgotten the sensation of what it's like to be

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INAPPROPRIATEMen: it is NEVER, NEVER ok to remark on a woman's weight, even when she is pregnant. I have found that a couple of men, business colleagues, have thought it was funny to say something to me along the lines of, "Wow, you're putting on weight!"Obviously, they know I'm pregnant, but that is dangerous territory. You could as much as look at me the wrong way these days and I'd burst into

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Beware, the flu of swineI hope I'm not being naive, but I am not concerned one whit about the swine flu or H1N1 virus or whatever we're calling it today.Yes, I have a small child and perhaps if someone at his school contracted the virus, I'd be concerned. But right now, it's not something that is keeping me up at night.However, there are certain people I work with who are consumed with fear about

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Quick pollIf you had a co-worker whose personal cell phone went off, I'm not exaggerating, 30-40 times a day (and that's just when I'm counting), would you:A) Politely ask them to set their phone to "vibrate"B) Ask HR to politely ask them to set their phone to "vibrate"C) Wait until they go to the restroom and destroy the phone with a jackhammerNOTE: The phone went off twice while typing this

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Jack Bauer to the rescue (a work in progress)This past weeks’ pirate situation off the coast of Somalia had me thinking: if they just had Jack Bauer with them, the whole thing would have been wrapped up in a matter of a couple of hours, tops – with some side plots thrown in, too.How would Jack Bauer be able to invervene and save the day during a pirate crisis off the coast of Africa? Any of these

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A grey matterBecause I often like to post my facebook/Twitter status as a song lyric, I was looking up the lyrics to Seal's "Kiss From A Rose" before posting today. I wanted to make sure I had the exact wording, because GOD FORBID I get it wrong.No, not THAT seal.So you know when you realize you've been wrong all these years about a favored lyric? How it totally changes the song for you? You know

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The Pocket SnifferDear Pre-School: let this be a lesson to you -- never, NEVER, under any circumstances, schedule school picture day on the same day my child is slated to go swimming. Picture Day was a couple of weeks ago. Mistake #1 was mine. I had a nice sweater and khakis picked out for him to wear. But I gave him the option of wearing his "outfit" -- seen below -- a blue and black track suit

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Last week was my 28 week glucose test. The results came back and my sugar was at 201. It should be around 100. Yep, I got the diabeetus again. Last time I was pregnant, they diagnosed me with gestational diabetes around week 11 or 12, with my initial blood test. This time around, I thought I was in the clear. Everything was coming back normal. But then I drank that damn orange pop and here I am,

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(Note: Writer Diablo Cody really stole my thunder on this one. Her essay on the same topic appeaared in this week's Entertainment Weekly. But, at least I'm in good company.)I guess I must be lame.I have never worked a pole, danced drunkenly atop a bar, made out with another girl while dancing drunkenly atop a bar. All my clothing more than reasonably covers areas which should be covered, all of

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Coming soon ... actual posts!Couple things happened ... first ... it is WAY more easy to think of witty one-liners to put in a facebook status update than it is to come up with a whole post. I plan on changing that. Second ... I got knocked up again. Doodle is getting a brother this summer. But you knew that, right? Because you've also got the facebook addiction.Anyway, more to come very, very

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My technique needs improvementCan someone please tell me how a parent, particularly a parent who spent much of her college career memorizing and reciting key quotes from Beavis and Butt-Head episodes, is expected to keep a straight face when bathing her child, and her child passes gas in the tub, looks down at himself in horror, and says, "Mommy, my butt cheeks just made a noise?"

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Tell Me At Which Point I Should WorryDoodle's been talking a whole lot of nonsense lately:1. A few nights ago, he made this declaration: "Mommy, you're a lemon." Lemon? Like, I'm a bad car whose warranty ran out sometime during the Clinton era? "And what are you?" I asked him. "I'm a bump."Mmmmmmmkay.2. This morning, Doodle informed me that Gabby, a girl in his class, doesn't like him. When asked

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Just wonderingDoes anyone else have blackouts where they go on amazon.com and order stuff, and then you can't remember if you actually ordered it or if you stopped yourself before it's too late? Or is that just what happens to me? I know that yesterday I went on amazon twice, and I don't recall the results of my visit. And I'm too lazy to log into my obscure hotmail account to find out. I guess

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Go BlueI know I'll get some guff for this photo, being an Ohioan and all, and for submitting my child, who doesn't know any better, to wearing the much maligned maize and blue, but ... HOW CUTE IS THIS???

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Seasons changeI am on hold with FedEx right now and they are playing Christmas music. Jeepers!Today also marks the first day I have had to break out the nylons, or hose if you prefer, since spring. I am not pleased with either of these developments.

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Buy the bookLast evening, I took Doodle to the library to return our week's batch of movies, including the heinous, disturbing film "The Brave Little Toaster." The parking lot was packed. Unusual for a Thursday night. When we got up to the children's room, I noticed some activity in the adjacent meeting room ... a book sale! I should explain that one of my many quirks is that I love to own my

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I wishDoodle wanted to say up for a few extra minutes and watch TV with me. I've pretty much eliminated all the shows off the DVR that are watchable with Doodle. There's "Heroes" (too violent, weird), "Entourage" (too many f-bombs, nudity), "True Blood" (too vampirey). Right now the only show that I have DVR'ed that we can watch with Doodle in the room is "Project Runway." I'm several episodes

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So money and he doesn't even knowLast night, I got called on the carpet for being cheap. Doodle has picked up on the concept that in order for us to buy him stuff he wants, like toy cars, we need to have money. In his mind, getting more money is as simple as going to the money store and getting some. And then of course, instead of spending this money on things like car payments and mortgages and

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Ike, Ike babyI live nowhere near a hurricane-producing coast. The worst Lake Erie does is throw several wollops of lake effect snow on my commute to and from work a few times during the winter months. But regardless, Ike snuck up north and bitchslapped northeast Ohio yesterday. We were fortunate not to lose power at home, but my inlaws and many friends were not so lucky. While I was at my inlaws'

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Wicked gameHere's the new game played ad nauseum in Sketch Factor central.Doodle: (points to one of us) You're Buzz Lightyear. I'm Zurg. (Buzz's evil nemesis)Whoever gets picked to be Buzz Lighyear: *shoots imaginary lasers at Zurg any number of times between 1-20)*Doodle/Zurg: *shows no signs of taking damage from any of the laser fire and takes ONE shot at Buzz*Buzz: *man down*Doodle/Zurg: *

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No strings attachedBecause it is that time of year, the "what the hell am I doing with my life" season, I have been contemplating making some changes and doing things I've wanted to do but have been too busy/lazy/financially unable to do. One thing that I know I want to do, before I transition from thirtysomething to cougar, is to fulfill my rock 'n' roll dream.I've been playing guitar for half

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Separated at birthIs it just me, or does = ?

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Big dayThis morning, Doodle woke up with a dry diaper. "You want to try and tinkle on the potty?" I asked him."Um, no," he said. "Maybe I'll go on Thursday."Apparently Thursday is the day when it all happens.

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Bridging the cultural gapThis is what my blog looks like translated into Spanish. Who knew that "sketch" in Spanish was "sketch!" And that "factor" was "factor!" But in Spanish, you just reverse the two.

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Santa Claus is Comin' to Town, or, Pandora's BoxAs I may have mentioned before, Doodle loves his trains. Particularly of the Thomas the Tank Engine variety. We've been using the toy trains as motivation rewards in Doodle's potty training. I have this whole complicated chart system going, in which he earns stickers each time he attempts or succeeds to use the potty. It's been working somewhat well

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Goings onBoat Day was slightly disappointing in that everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, was on their best behavior. IBL was subdued, Bad Lady was surprisingly gung ho and wanted to stay out longer in the boat rather than go home early. Color me shocked! The other cuckoo did not wear a life vest, thankfully.In Doodle news, over the weekend, he began to show interest in using the potty. This has been a

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Barack RollA little bonus posting action for you all since it's been a while. This nearly made me cry, made me say goodbye, made me tell a lie. It's really only funny if you know what a Rick Roll is, so google that and then help yourself to this one...

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Just Sit Right Back And You'll Hear a Tale ...A tale that will involve me and my co-irkers on a boat. For an entire day. On Friday. Let's take a look at some of the players:IBL, who is rumored to have a fear of water;Bad Lady, who is surprisingly upbeat about this trip (it's a day away from the office, so, it can't be THAT bad, right?)and someone I don't have a nickname for but who is missing a

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Already a typical manDoodle and I have this complicated bathtime game involving twenty or so small die-cast metal cars. He drives one of the cars up onto the side of the tub, to where I am sitting. I must say hello to the car as it approaches, and goodbye to it as it turns and lines up behind the previous car. I must address the car by name.Most of the cars he owns are from the Disney/Pixar movie

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ElevetiquetteMy office building is a modest four floors, and is equipped with not one, but two elevators. I imagine in larger office buildings, the elevator traffic is much more dense, but the same set of rules which I am about to lay down certainly would apply.First of all, there is a set walking distance from the elevator where one is expected to hold the door/have the door held. In my office

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No, bigger than JesusI'm driving Doodle to day care this morning and from the back seat, the request comes: "I want Beatles."Doodle frequently requests the Beatles, but more specifically the "Let it Be" album. In Doodle's mind, there are two kinds of music. The Beatles, and everything else. And everything else is completely unacceptable. Sometimes, if I want to listen to something else (read:

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Big CrazyLadies and gentlemen, I give you... Big Crazy.Actually, his name (I think) is Gordon. All these trains look alike to me.However, Doodle refers to him, without any explanation given, as "Big Crazy." Other trains on the Thomas the Tank Engine series also have this moniker, and for the life of me, I cannot distinguish a pattern. For instance, it is not the trains with only the square faces,

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A quickie*takes a breath*I've been mired in work, my dangerous facebook addiction and ... work. So my blogging has suffered quite a bit. In fact the only reason I'm here now is because facebook is down. I'd like to jump out the window because facebook is down. I'll be back soon with pictures, and a tale of something known only as "Big Crazy."

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Dharma BoomerangEvery once in a while you see or hear something that makes you do a double take. A 'what-you-talkin-bout-Willis' if you will. Like this morning when I passed a semi that was decked out with an array of stuffed animals across the dashboard. That merited a turn to the side, narrowed eyes and questioning look from me to the male driver. Yesterday I was rushing through Kohls to return

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This week's viral video featured a blubbery mammal showing off some fancy flipperwork with a trainer. My heart is all atwitter for this loveable guy.

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One inflatable monkey away from a meltdown... and then the world played a cruel and horrible joke on me and my family and TOOK DOWN THE BIG INFLATABLE MONKEY ON THE ROOF OF THE TIRE STORE.Its tenure was exactly one week, but the impact will be felt for months to come. When we had to go to meet friends for dinner Saturday night, the promise of seeing the big monkey was the only thing that would

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How'd he do that?It's been a while since Uncle Dom had a mental break and ritualistically brought up random objects from the basement and deposited them in the living room. But the house is reaching new proportions of messiness, and the basement, especially, has become the dumping ground for Doodle's toys, puzzles, cars, and things which cars can drive upon.This is definitely my fault, because

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The brink of disasterIt's been touch and go with Doodle since he's been getting this molar. Yesterday, for instance, he was in great spirits, until I came home, and then apparently every emotion, every bit of pain, every whine he'd bottled up during the day came pouring out. I think it's sweet that he thinks of me when he is repressing his rage.Anyway, for the past few days, we've noticed a large

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Hell Ohio freezes overLast week, we had a bit of an ice storm. I am of the mind that snow and ice are pretty, as long as I don't have to drive in it/walk in it/touch it/shovel it. That's why I got married, quite frankly.The trees all had a nice glassy covering on them. It was quite tranquil. Until rush hour the next day, and then it was quite ... suck.Here is a look at our backyard last week.

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Text #2While we're on the topic of texting and my boss... last week I was out of town with him at a conference. We were sitting in the hotel bar with another girl I work with. The hotel has been under construction and our rooms are newly-redone."You know, I think I'm the first person to stay in my room," my boss said."I know I'm not," said the other gal."Why's that?" he asked."I had dirty towels

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TextThis morning, even though all the roads have been clear for at least 24 hours, traffic was horrible. I was running late already, since Doodle insisted that I make him eggs. Usually he eats breakfast at school, but he's been getting one of his 2-year molars, so I made him eggs in case he was unable to eat at school.Anyhoo. I'm sitting in a traffic jam and I send my boss a text. "On my way in.

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Fight the powerDoodle got a time out at school yesterday for making an attempt to escape from his classroom. The toddler room is connected to the staff coat/break room, and there is a separate door the staff uses to enter/exit their room. Doodle was trying to make his break through the staff door.This isn't the first time he's been caught hightailing it out of his classroom. Once, in the summer,

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Britney-in-waitingSo we're watching tv the other night, maybe it was the Oscars. Miley Cyrus came on screen. My husband turns to me and says, "how long do you give her before she shaves her head?"

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Happy March!In honor of spring being just around the corner, and daylight savings time, and Easter, and St. Patrick's Day, and all things wonderful about March, I offer Doodle singing an ever-so-seasonal tune you may recognize.

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American Idol Drinking Game, 2008 EditionBy now, these seasons of American Idol have become so boring and predictable, so pitchy, so safe, that I can get through a typical 90-minute episode in about 15 minutes, with all the fast forwarding. I watch the beginning of a performance, and if it's good, I'll watch the whole thing. If I'm bored, which usually happens within the first five seconds, I

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I has been warnedDriving Doodle to day care this morning, I got a stern talking-to."Mommy, don't hit me," Doodle said from the back seat."Don't hit you? I would never hit you. It's not nice to hit," I said."Don't hit Daddy," he said. "Go to time out.""I would never hit Daddy. It's not nice to hit," I said.I was also instructed not to pull Doodle's or Daddy's hair, and finally not to bite Doodle's

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Fall Out BoyI knew this day was coming.Doodle is still in a crib, despite other kids his age being in big boy and big girl beds already. There hasn't been a reason for us to switch him over. He's been perfectly content in his crib, and we've been perfectly content knowing that he isn't going anywhere in the night.The thought of escaping just hasn't occurred to him. I'm told that I hightailed it

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Office phenomenon #428Employee #1 is standing over (copy machine/fax machine/printer), baffled look on his or her face. He/she opens the paper drawer, shuts it, stares. Looks around the side of the machine. Stares.Employee #2 walks by and notices Employee #1. "Is it broken?" they ask. Employee #1 nods. Employee #2 then opens the paper drawer, shuts it, stares. Maybe opens a side drawer. Peers

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Feeling old, and then young againLast weekend, I made a stop at Ye Olde Liquore Storee to pick up some libations. I don't often patronize liquor stores, becasue they sell my sissy drinks right at the grocery store. However, my supply of Tanqueray was dwindling, and it was time to make the trek. Having just turned 32, I would have loved nothing more than to be carded at the liquor store. But I

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Triple doubleToday I turn thirty-deuce. When I told Doodle this morning that it was my birthday, he of course replied, "it's my birthday too!"Funny. You think I would have remembered that.

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Because it looked fun, and because I have my iPod on shuffle alreadyStolen from Green Tuna.Here's how it works:1. Put your iTunes on Shuffle.2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. You must write that song name down no matter what.Q. What would best describe your personality?A. Message in a Bottle - the Police(sending out an SOS to the world?)Q. If some one says it's

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I have more in common with Jessica Simpson than I'm willing to admitI recently realized that three of the men Jessica Simpson has dated, post Nick Lachey, have been on my top "wouldn't kick em out of bed for eating crackers" list:1. Adam Levine2. John Mayer3. Tony RomoThis is horrifying to me. More because I can't believe I have the same taste in men as Jessica Simpson. If she dates Peter Krause

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Year of the Fox?I am enjoying the day off today. Although, the day off came complete with a Doodle, so it's not quite the leisurely off day I may have liked it to be. Doodle and I went to my office and saw my co-workers. He was incredibly shy at first, and then was running rampant in the executive offices (which were shockingly empty) by the time we left. As I got off my exit on the turnpike, a

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Sing itI have to say ... I have been pleasantly surprised by NBC's "Clash of the Choirs" that I put on my DVR as a whim. A lot of the forum criticism I've been reading is that these are not real choirs. However, to the average viewer like myself, these are great sets of voices that have come together over a short period of time and have sounded great.I hate to say this but I found myself rooting

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Happy HolidaysWishing you all the best this holiday season.

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Why Survivor: China was one of the worst seasons everThere are so many reasons, but here are just a few of mine.1. The finale featured no Jeff Probst helicopter sequence2. The three most popular Survivors, as voted by the fans, were James, Mullet Lady and ... Peih-Gee?!?3. Amanda's blurred ass cheeks4. The final three = how do you pick the best of that bunch?Ugh. And the all-star season next

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It is finished... and a day early, no less. I hate procrastination.Final word count: 50,010.

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Somebody dim the lightsFile this under "Kids say the darnedest things:"Dessert is a rarity in our house. In fact, I'd say it's a once-in-a-blue-moon occasion. We just don't buy dessert, we don't need it. Doodle doesn't know any better, and my hubby isn't into sweets. I, on the other hand, furtively throw handfuls of Nerds down my throat during the day at work to make up for the lack of sugar at

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CuriousA miraculous thing has occurred in the KJ household. The Wiggles have fallen out of favor. Greg, Murray, Jeff and Anthony have been replaced in Doodle's heart by a monkey who goes by the name of George.Curious George is way easier to tolerate. There are no hokey songs or dances, no annoying pirates or dinosaurs. The episodes are cute, and most importantly, easy for an adult to tune

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Staring down 40kYes, it's true, I'm still on pace to finish National Novel Writing Month. Tomorrow I should reach 40,000 words. That's only 10,000 more to go. My novel is pretty much about to wind down anyway, so I just have to embellish some parts and tie up some loose ends, and my characters should have long, semi-happy lives. I haven't really been up for sharing, but when it's over I might

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Young talentCongrats to Cleveland Indians pitcher C.C. Sabathia on winning the Cy Young. He may not have had as many wins as Josh Beckett but he had a damn good year. Too bad we don't have a ring to back that up.

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TwentyKI just had to kill off one of my characters' high school girlfriends, and it was kind of painful. I hated to do it, because it makes my character a total train wreck for years. I do plan on giving him a happy ending, though.Tomorrow, if all goes well, I will be hitting the 20,000 word mark. That's a lot of words. And it's not even halfway to the end of this crapfest I'm calling my NaNo

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So long, and thanks for all the fishWhat did YOU get in the mail today?I got a fish.Look! You can squeeeeeeeeeze it!It's a "pay it forward" kind of thing, as you may be able to see from the note. It is signed by the person who sent it to me (at first, I thought it was autographed by the Browns or something... dammit!) as well as, I'm assuming, the people who had it before her.So now I am charged

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MujicaAre there just some songs that you hear and have to restrain yourself from belting it out along with the radio, cd, 8-track, or what have you? I have several. I am a self-admitted car singer alonger, so adding my semi-decent voice on top of an already good song is almost second nature to me. I tend to be drawn to songs which are within my singing range. And usually by male artists, with few

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Continuation of previous post... she says just before she comes down with some crazy stomach illness that keeps her on the couch, under a blanket, and in bed by 9:30 last night.

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DeadlineA deadline is a hell of a motivator. And having a daily deadline has had a positive effect on my life in general. For instance, yesterday, I worked a full day (at least, I was present at my desk for the required amount of hours. What I did at said desk, however, was another story), came home, entertained Doodle (yes, this involved the Wiggles), ate dinner, cleaned up after dinner,

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A welcome break from the monotonyHere! Having for you to enjoy, this moving picture document of toddler. Much happiness! He sing for you song of "Row Row Row Your Boat."

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Behind the 8-ballMy NaNo word count is somewhere in the range of 7,300 and today I am supposed to crack the 10k word mark. Either I have to crank out some serious wordage today during work (oops) or I am going to start lagging behind. This is the precipice of disaster ...UpdateAs the first snow flakes of the season hit the ground, I buckled down and cranked my word count up to just over 8,000.

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Who doesn't love a cupcake?I have these bouts of domesticity where I do stuff like bake. And clean. It doesn't happen too often, so it's always a special occasion when either of the two events happen.Cake mix just happened to be on sale at the grocery store so I picked up some and made cupcakes yesterday. With butter cream frosting and non-pareil sprinkles. Doodle ate the frosting off of two of

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It was good in the beginningWord count: 5891The novel is progressing. I have found redemption in at least one of my characters and they are starting to behave themselves, although they are having a lot of one-night stands, which I guess is not so good.But the other great news is of the non-fictional type. The Great Roofing Project of '07 is finished! This has been a four weekend long escapade in

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P.S.My characters are shallow assholes.

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Ideas, please!Word count: 1636I have had a Word document open at work all day, and I have been occasionally rattling off a few words here and there. I'm already behind, but I'm hoping to make it up and maybe pull ahead a little this weekend.Because I'm too frazzled to think, I am asking the internets for assistance.1. What are some food items that would be served at a small dinner party?2. Name

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HalloweenieBelow is a picture of Doodle in his Halloween costume last night as he went Trick or Treating:Oh, oops. There IS no photo, because Doodle refused to get into his doggy costume, and secondly refused to go outside even just to walk in the stroller and see the other kids. We ended up doing what we do every night: watch the Wiggles until mom and/or dad can't take it anymore.There's always

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Every Day I Write the BookToday kicks off National Novel Writing Month, an although I haven't typed one single word, I've got some good thoughts brewing. Wish me luck. And send snacks.

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Two days... til the start of NaNoWriMo. Right now I am all about it ... but ask me in about a week and a half how I'm doing. I was going to try and do NaBloPoMo or whatever the hell it is, too, but that might just be too much. I do actually have to have some semblance of working.I will, however, periodically post links to my novel in progress, along with my usual non-sequiter posts.

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An evening with RAOn Saturday night, I was at the Ryan Adams concert in Lakewood, Ohio, for what seemed like a small eternity. Not that it was a bad thing. It's just that he played for a reallllllllly long time. Two full sets. No opening act. It was a whole lotta Ryan. And I had to pee and wanted to wait til the end.Admittedly I'm not as huge of a fan of his newer stuff. I liked his first few

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MemeageEver kissed anyone with the name starting with a B?yesAre you watching TV?no I'm at workSay you were given a drug test right now. Would you pass?yupDo you know anyone in jail/prison?noDo you like the color green?you obviously have no idea where I workWho was the last person to send you a text message?AliEver drove into the ghetto to buy drugs?*cough*Last restaurant you went to?RocknesLast

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