tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76868332012-02-16T04:58:27.988-05:00Dannoreply@blogger.comBlogger5891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-27726165180621566402012-02-07T14:52:00.002-05:002012-02-07T14:52:28.513-05:00

Dan and I aren't huge sports fans.  Actually, that's understating it a lot.  We don't follow them at all.  We are also geeks.  Well, Dan is.  I am geek by proxy most days.  You can't live with one and not have it rub off on you.  So we have a complicated TV set up with all the latest geek gadgets including a Roku box.  We have a great selection of movie apps and are proud Amazon Prime members, so

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-24981474125995862872012-01-28T10:24:00.002-05:002012-01-28T10:24:29.965-05:00

It's possible to love someone but not like them.  This is truth, and it's helped me through some very hard times in the past.  And yet, for whatever reason, I'm having a really REALLY hard time rationalizing it with my current situation.  I cannot stand being around my daughter right now. There.  I said it. You may think I am exaggerating when I say that she screams all the time.  But I'm not.

Lauranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-21855990892917152822012-01-26T16:27:00.000-05:002012-01-26T16:27:32.937-05:00

I sold a book on Amazon.  The plot was about a woman with Alzheimer's and how she and her family deal with it.  I shipped it to the woman who ordered it.  It was returned because the address did not exist or was out of date, according to the USPS.  I emailed her and asked for her updated address.  I never heard back. That was over 3 months ago. Did she forget she ordered it?  I find this funny.

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-82436296600755368542012-01-17T11:07:00.002-05:002012-01-17T11:07:49.958-05:00

Nathan's taking a dump and Katie's distracted with a piece of cheese she found on the floor. I have a few blissful minutes to blog until I have to go comfort Katie yet again after she receives one of her many daily head traumas. I had a baby!  Holy cow I'm not pregnant! Having a third baby is some other language for teaching the middle child the meaning of time outs, me thinks.  Seriously, all

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-17772627794275105492011-11-16T09:43:00.001-05:002011-11-16T09:46:26.251-05:00

Yesterday Nathan was sitting at the table playing when he decided he was hungry and began demanding cheese.  It went something like this. Nathan:  *yelling* WANT CHEESE!!!  MOMMY!  MOMMY!  WANT CHEESE!  WANT CHEESE! Me:  Ack.  Ok, quit yelling.  Quit.  Ok.  Now.  What do we say when we want something? Nathan: *Quietly* Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease? Me:  Good.  Ok, you can have some cheese. *Turns around

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-45368003936432717842011-10-31T17:31:00.001-04:002011-10-31T17:31:32.802-04:00

Hey all!  sorry about my cryptic facebook updates.  Here's a little note to let everyone know that me and baby boy are doing fine now, and he is indeed still on the inside of me.  I'm almost 32 weeks, so this would be a bit early for him to join us.  Granted he'd likely do fine after an extended stay in the NICU, but that's hardly the way I think he wants to be received, nor do I prefer to meet

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-30153094667401159532011-09-05T21:21:00.001-04:002011-09-05T21:21:23.649-04:00

Sang again this weekend.  Totally amazing.  Totally humbling, as seems to be the trend of late.  My background is almost strictly classical madrigal stuff save my semester with the Singing Hoosiers, and the year I sang with a black baptist choir in Seattle. I have little experience projecting in a pop style, and am not that good at doing ad hoc color stuff at the end of phrases.  I'm working on

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-41314283127371596302011-08-23T07:39:00.004-04:002011-08-23T07:46:38.075-04:00

I don't get a lot of time to myself these days. So when I do, I like to indulge in guilty pleasures. Since I'm pregnant that pretty much rules out most of the things I enjoy, so I'm left with TV. So I did a little catching up on The Daily Show last night, and about peed myself after watching the commentary on the Candidate Tent Coverage at the Iowa "Corn Poll" last week. Apparently it tied in

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-83298988026600800712011-08-13T14:13:00.002-04:002011-08-13T14:21:38.479-04:00

I'm nesting. Like...bad. Yesterday I completely reorganized the master bedroom, mounted 3 medicine cabinets (with help), and folded up and put away another 6 weeks worth of laundry. All in about 4 hours. I don't know that I could have done that even when I wasn't pregnant. I've crossed into the "honeymoon" period of pregnancy where the nausea and other annoying health issues of the 1st

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-23649836983138108142011-06-23T12:35:00.004-04:002011-06-23T13:03:27.868-04:00

My house looks like a bomb went off in it again. A food and laundry filled bomb. I bet they could use this kind of bomb on the Taliban in the hills of Afghanistan. The idea being that eventually, their caves would become so cluttered with banana bits, dirty bibs, poop stained shorts, and socks used as napkins, that they'd be forced to flee from their hiding places only to fall right into the

Lauranoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-40094037165758587302011-06-13T13:06:00.004-04:002011-06-13T13:15:26.504-04:00

So both my kids are cutting teeth as we speak. Nathan's got some big fat molar action going on in back and Katie's breaking up her beaver look with some new bottom teeth. The result? Lots and LOTS of screaming. I mean, they're 2.5 and 1. There's already tons of screaming to be had on most days, but lately it's epic. EPIC. Thank god for children's motrin. And thank god it comes in giant

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-37395459961696992192011-06-05T17:18:00.003-04:002011-06-05T17:31:46.641-04:00

Hooray! I sang this morning at church and didn't die! I had a bucket carefully poised just off stage in case I had to make a mad dash while everyone's heads were bowed. I actually felt pretty decent for most of it. I had a family sized box of wheat thins back stage and NOM NOMed on them any time I had a break. That helped. I anticipate hating Wheat Thins come this time next year. In that

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-63604074096041140122011-05-30T22:11:00.004-04:002011-05-30T22:37:42.746-04:00

Wow. Just sitting down to type feels a bit foreign. The most I've done in the last month has been to query for morning sickness remedies. I've gotten very good at typing 'nausea' and 'cure'. So, let's play some catch up, shall we?It's been like 3 months since I wrote something substantial. What the eff? What have I been doing you ask? Well, lots of things. Like uh...well there was that

Lauranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-51619747674069614782011-05-22T21:18:00.004-04:002011-05-22T21:20:24.753-04:00

I'm 7 weeks pregnant. I'm nauseated as hell.I'm puking.I'm somehow GAINING weight.My house looks like a bomb went off in it.This all will end and I will become normal again at the 16ish week mark.Thought you might want to know where I was. LT will write something funny in 9 weeks

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-34163518340882392672011-03-28T10:25:00.005-04:002011-03-28T10:50:13.864-04:00

I had this dream last night that I was a superhero and part of a superhero crime fighting team. Only everyone's powers were dumb. For example, my power was the ability to spot emergency situations before anyone else and quickly call 911. I was also able to stop subway operators from committing suicide while driving the subway. In the event that a subway operator was able to injure himself in

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-69005538738078412022011-03-25T22:02:00.003-04:002011-03-25T22:32:16.712-04:00

Well, I suppose it would need to be something that I do automatically on my own, that comes naturally, and doesn't seem like work. So. If sleeping were a sport, I'd have Lance Armstrong in a headlock most days and making him cry like a little girl. Same goes for eating cake batter, picking my nose, and making fun of stupid people. Each comes effortlessly, and on any given day, can be said to

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-19250374170593641802011-03-17T11:54:00.004-04:002011-03-17T13:01:10.014-04:00

Inner monologue this morning after showering:Let's see...need a dry towel. Guess I'll just grab one of these white ones. Wish I had a big fluffy one, but they're all in the wash. {Drying}Man, these things are small. They remind of those annoyingly small towels at the Pro Club. I could never get them all the way around me, and I was even 20 lbs. lighter than I am now. Come to think of it,

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-82367437117952812362011-03-16T11:17:00.006-04:002011-03-16T11:43:15.486-04:00

And we're back. Miss Pants was in the hospital with what we thought was pneumonia but ended up being RSV. Which is like...way better. (Hey! Sarcasm!) I took her to primetime first. She sounded like a trucker having smoked reds his whole life when I got her up in the morning. By the end of the day she could barely get in a breath. The funny thing...if watching your kid slowly suffocate can

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-51703345939736736792011-03-01T13:34:00.004-05:002011-03-01T13:53:10.428-05:00

This weekend I tried to make nachos from a recipe I found in a magazine. They were called "Pizza Nachos" and promised to be a bit more gourmet than your average movie theater style cheese sauce covered crap. The super awesome bit that I was excited about was making the actual "chips". A clever play on food, the chips are actually made of thinly rolled out pizza dough that is then dropped into

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-67175900208700535792011-02-24T21:01:00.007-05:002011-02-24T21:26:59.911-05:00

Short and sweet. I have a cold.And not the traditional, runny nose, achey kind. No, this one is the kind where I have an itch in the back of my throat, wake up hoarse each day, and cough like a seal that may or may not have swallowed a trashbag. Fortunately for my insurance deductible, MC Pukes-A-Lot has not yet graced us with her presence, but sent in her stead her more benign but similarly

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-25537181617025252532011-02-07T16:55:00.006-05:002011-02-07T17:34:33.495-05:00

Each year, Dan and I wait with bated breath for the most magical time of the year. A time when we as Americans gather round the TV sipping our canned alcoholic truck stop beverages and nom-nomming our 7 layer bean dip nachos, deep fried cheese, and hamburgers, while symbolically raising a gluttoned self righteous middle finger of American patriotism to Al Queda and all its would be sympathizers.

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-12540472387130205552011-02-04T15:14:00.005-05:002011-02-04T22:43:00.801-05:00

I think both kids almost died twice yesterday. Katie like...ATE a sticker. I have no idea where she found it. It was some Shell Station logo or something. What the crap? Shell makes stickers? Who markets petroleum products to children? And how do they find their way into my home? Whatever. She found one, and took a crack at eating it. She was on the floor sucking on a block or something and

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-37133813513828847072011-02-01T12:45:00.004-05:002011-02-01T13:12:28.385-05:00

Unfortunately, I'm not feeling too funny lately. More contemplative. And by contemplative, I mean frazzled and exhausted. Nathan is 2 and a half and continues to amaze me daily. And by amaze I mean he really does amaze me. He's adorable, cute, cuddly, and wonderful. And sometimes I feel like he's also sent from some alternate reality as their dark overlord to enact my ultimate demise. He's

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-10433485359210321232011-01-20T21:03:00.005-05:002011-01-20T21:54:36.886-05:00

An old friend of mine killed himself last night. He and I were good pals in junior high. We had a computer class together back when computers took up half a room and had 10mb of memory. We sat at adjoining lunch tables and threw things back and forth between tables and made fun of everyone, told dirty jokes, and ate those gross frozen chocolate shakes they sold for dessert. We went our own

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-81337330973192531762011-01-10T21:10:00.010-05:002011-01-11T13:23:23.284-05:00

I can't think of anything to write about, so I am just writing about not having anything to write about in the hopes that something super awesome and wonderfully funny, charming, and witty will happen to me in the next 10 minutes so that I may comment upon and critique the bejesus out of it. In the meantime, I guess I can comment on less interesting things. We're having a snow storm right now

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-10497551822325959792010-12-19T21:45:00.009-05:002010-12-21T00:25:26.224-05:00

My family watches Predator at Christmastime. It's our family activity and has become a tradition, I guess. We've always done it. I didn't even think it was weird until I moved out. I was in college, and was sitting around with my roommates one day discussing Christmas holiday traditions. Everyone had normal things to talk about that they and their families did. You know, drinking egg nog,

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-73357262832923766092010-12-17T21:26:00.004-05:002010-12-17T21:35:05.792-05:00

I made apple cinnamon Chex mix today.No, really.I'm getting all domestic and crap as the holidays approach. The whole having two kids, two dogs, a husband, and a house in the burbs prolly has a little something to do with it too.I find myself more and more though, seeking to make my house welcoming, pretty, and comfortable, and less about just being a place to keep my stuff. It's an evolution

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-68651454907061223542010-12-15T20:53:00.008-05:002010-12-15T21:23:42.285-05:00

MC Pukes-A-Lot showed up again last night. I think it was a legit viral thing this time, vs my usual internal revolt having chosen the Bush era tax cuts extensions on which to focus its wrath. Dan and the kids have had the same symptoms, so I'm not too worried. And it was pretty tame compared to some of my episodes of the past - no ER trip this time - so as far as I am concerned it was a win.I

Lauranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-82940457781000136282010-12-13T14:23:00.005-05:002010-12-16T20:59:13.932-05:00

Gone are my college days of yore, when I'd grab a lunch tray and head to the local sledding hill having wrapped my legs in plastic wrap underneath 2 pairs of sweatpants hoping that would suffice as a waterproof barrier. I was tough back then. Now, I think it a chore to stand too close to the door because it's drafty.Dan and I went out and tried to make a snowman, but it was too cold for the

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-59993150718595371222010-12-10T20:51:00.007-05:002010-12-16T21:00:05.911-05:00

I survived my throat scope thing. After speaking with several folks who'd had it done, I was expecting to be sailing high and free on waves of Versed happiness and not give a rat's butt about what was happening to me, and not be able to remember anything afterward. Well, I totally gave a rat's butt the WHOLE TIME and felt like I was dying during the first half. One of the nurses kept bumping

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-47156028179047750982010-12-07T20:59:00.007-05:002010-12-07T21:23:13.345-05:00

I'm posting early because I'm having a "procedure" done tomorrow. They'll be injecting me with a date rape drug so I won't care that they'll be stuffing garden hose down my throat with a camera tied to the end. They'll then proceed to take pics of my guts and figure out what's making me barf all the time. I horrified and intrigued at the same time. It's "awake sedation" if such a thing exists.

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-33027587709593305392010-12-06T16:06:00.007-05:002010-12-06T21:17:40.185-05:00

I daydream sometimes when I get time to just sit. It's rare, but it's fun to do when I get the chance. I imagine flying, or having a perfect body. I space out and think about what it would be like to have unlimited resources, or to be a sexy vampire, or to solve global socioeconomic problems. Or to be a flying sexy vampire with a perfect body that solves socioeconomic problems. I also like to

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-14621773943666634572010-12-03T14:41:00.004-05:002010-12-03T14:56:11.836-05:00

God, grant me the...Serenity to accept diapers I cannot change,Courage to change the diapers I can, and theWisdom to know the differenceLT rewrote this

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-30505890937358229222010-12-01T17:14:00.006-05:002010-12-01T17:43:14.468-05:00

Today, I am an ART-TEEST!I try to get Nathan to do some kind of activity in the AM after Katie's gone down for her first nap. That's when he's most alert, most teachable, and most intensely two. Moms, you know what I mean. Needs to be constantly stimulated, entertained, played with, looked at, listened to, chased, wondered about, fed, watered, and occasionally changed. It. gets. old.So, what's

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-55628565678256228042010-11-29T16:48:00.005-05:002010-11-29T17:22:13.252-05:00

Greetings! I am here to let you all know that we did in FACT survive Turkey Day. It was quite enjoyable despite the stress, nay, I dare say beCAUSE of the stress in some ways. It's super fun to have a deadline when your livelihood doesn't depend on the outcome, and you get to eat pie at the end. My family joined us here at our house for a Turkey Day lunch, and then we headed to Dan's mom/dad's

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-52112857077639219802010-11-22T13:30:00.006-05:002010-11-23T14:21:56.255-05:00

We have a squirrel infidel that inhabits our backyard. He runs around, gathering nuts, doing squirrel things. It drives Benny, bonkers and I love it. I mess with both dogs all the time trying to get them to believe Mr. Nibbles McBushy is out there plotting their dog demise. Today was no differentThe squirrel is there, although it's hard to see here. You'll have to take Benny's word for it.[

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-9162009808284468452010-11-19T16:42:00.013-05:002010-11-20T11:51:51.607-05:00

Um. So...I kind of dropped the ball this week. In an effort to get a head start on Thanksgiving fixin's shopping and avoid getting stuck with *Mr Herpes the Midget Turkey, I hit the stores yesterday and STOCKED the 'EFF UP. I can't believe how much stuff I got in my cart. My friend was over and watched my wee ones, so I didn't have to build a fort of food around Nathan in the child portion of

Lauranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-67468662331660048452010-11-17T15:24:00.004-05:002010-11-17T15:35:43.597-05:00

So I think Katie is teething. I mean, I'm not sure, but I am hoping that's what all the screaming is about, and not some kind of personality defect that emerges at 7.5 months. Cuz...wow.I'm also still working with Natus Maximus on relieving himself into more age appropriate receptacles.I'm also training Benny to not hemorrhage with joy when he sees me, while simultaneously reminding Harmony

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-69731064148845209112010-11-12T16:54:00.005-05:002010-11-12T17:24:27.369-05:00

So today was a milestone of sorts. Nathan and I have been working this week on "peeing on the big potty". And today...for a brief moment...he did. I've gotten so used to changing his diapers, that I have not ever really pictured a world where I would not be required to do so for the rest of my life. Today, a wee bit of hope (ha! wee...) shone down upon me. So far, my methods have been simple

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-79691078996951259922010-11-10T15:59:00.004-05:002010-11-10T16:27:49.734-05:00

Did I mention we got a new dog? Yeah uh...I guess I didn't.HEY! We got a new dog....like a month ago. His name is Benny. And no, we didn't choose his name. He came with it. Both of our dogs are rescue dogs, and apparently as a rule, rescue dog organizations give their dogs retarded names. Harmony? Check. Benny? Check. So Benny is super sweet and could lick the chrome off of a trailer

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-73714711043953554932010-11-08T16:11:00.004-05:002010-11-08T16:23:52.647-05:00

My husband likes to collect music. Much like many of you, he adores finding new bands, dumping them to his iPhone, rocking out with his socks out in the car, then bringing them home and blasting them on the music stand thingie in the kitchen. Nathan loves it, and they both dance like monkeys on steroids, redbull, and 2 hours of sleep night after night. Lately though, I've noticed a theme

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-68110365373358997032010-10-25T08:00:00.008-04:002010-10-25T10:26:58.983-04:00

We celebrated my grandma's 86th birthday on Sunday. While no one was looking she changed the candles around to look like "68". Then when she wasn't looking, my brother Kyle flipped the 6 so it looked like a "98". Then they took a picture. Ah, respect.My cousin, myself, and my brother/his girlfriend recently had babies (April, May, June) so we put them all on the floor and let them do some UFC

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-571146080282815052010-10-14T09:34:00.007-04:002010-10-14T09:57:36.220-04:00

Opening Scene:A semi transparent Laura floats gently and serenely and comes to a rest on a fluffy bed of clouds before a gigantic golden gate. She is in heaven, and has just died.Laura: Hey, is this heaven?Angel: (in a large booming voice) Yes, welcome to eternity. Behold the universe at its core! Laura: Sweet.Angel: (in a large booming voice) Here in heaven, all your wants and desires

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-25550252832700019702010-10-07T09:29:00.009-04:002010-10-08T06:52:52.822-04:00

B-B-B Benny and the Jets!I think the lyrics are actually Benny and Jess. My husband was putzing around the house this morning singing Benny and the Jets though. When asked, his response:Dan: Yeah. The Jets! It's a song about football! And some guy named Benny...Laura: By Elton John?Dan: Yeah! Laura: and football.Dan: Um...yeah.Laura: You're joking right?Dan: ...maybe.UPDATE:

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-32438023470721629322010-09-29T10:51:00.004-04:002010-09-29T16:53:49.711-04:00

Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God. I'm out of coffee!!!!Some of you might argue that I could conceivably just pack up both screaming children and head on over to the local Starbucks drive thru and just order myself a 3 dollar shot of methadone...er I mean coffee to get me through this painful phase. A latte would alleviate my need to chase the red dragon for another day, wouldn't it? You'd think so.

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-35459424720803777632010-09-27T10:54:00.004-04:002010-09-27T11:10:01.053-04:00

So, Katie is having her 6 month growth spurt. They occur at like 2 weeks, 2 months, 4 months and 6 months and then not again til puberty. Really.So, she wants to nurse ALL.THE.TIME. And cries because she is hungry RIGHT.AFTER.I.FEED.HER. and it is DRIVING.ME.NUTS.Really.I guess it could be worse. Oh wait. It is.Nathan and I just got our flu shots for the season, and are both having a bit of a

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-53539280540985408572010-09-24T17:54:00.004-04:002010-09-24T18:22:54.695-04:00

Harmony is like a swarm of gnats. Benign, gross, incredibly annoying. When I walk into a room, I can almost hear that outboard motor of a tongue of hers start up as she makes a B-line for my face. My arms. My legs. My pants. My head. My butt. I have to swat and swat and swat at her just to eat my breakfast some mornings, and much like a swarm of gnats, nothing really happens when she licks me all

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-15770474037049209592010-09-17T10:01:00.012-04:002010-09-17T12:58:19.755-04:00

I had this weird dream last night that the chick who plays Carrie Bradshaw on Sex in the City - Sarah Jessica Lousie Simone Smith Parker something... let's just call her "Stevie" for short - had this necklace made out of tampons and macaroni. And gum I think. Only it was some designer thing and anyone who was ANYONE wanted one. But they were so expensive only people like Stevie and like...Bill

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-50908906055204946292010-09-15T17:01:00.004-04:002010-09-15T17:06:36.796-04:00

Did you KNOW that you can put ice cream in beer, and it's like...good? Yes, I'm totally serious, and no I am not pregnant. Uh....well I guess I'd have a host of other problems if I were knowingly snacking on beer while pregnant.Speaking of pregnant, I know like 8 people who are having babies this month or next. There is something about 9-10 months ago that is apparently very appealing to the

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-8385985835136320082010-09-11T16:07:00.006-04:002010-09-11T16:27:36.476-04:00

I've always been really interested in Psychology. I even majored in it...on and off along with other things....*cough* ahem. Yeah. I love understanding people's minds and how they work. I love to try to follow the thought progression I think someone takes while we're having a conversation. I love trying to figure out why people do what they do, and what events and decisions have brought them to

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-2875396047854947082010-08-29T08:44:00.002-04:002010-08-29T08:48:56.439-04:00

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Last week my sister in law and I went to Chicago for a night to do some shopping and eat our weight in yummy Chicago wares. It was a sight not to be trifled with for I was ravaged with nursing mother hunger, and fraught with lack of choices in my small farmtown dominion. Translated: We ate a lot. I think I ate more though. It's always been a super power of mine. This was a cupcake boutique that I

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-55144089759420269392010-08-16T11:20:00.014-04:002010-08-16T14:19:02.019-04:00

Hello world! Sorry for my long hiati... hiatuses...uh...breaks from writing. I've been kind of low in the energy area lately, and have had to be choosy about where I direct what energies I have left. I've been trying VERY hard to be consistent with my workouts at lunch time. I've got the kids on somewhat of a schedule where they are both asleep during that time, or at least Nathan is - he who

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-17358145550539153952010-07-27T13:54:00.004-04:002010-07-28T21:02:41.548-04:00

SwimmingI almost always sing the Papa was a Rolling Stone remix by George Michael in my head once my warm up is done, and I'm doing sets. There are multiple (read: better) versions of this out there, but this is the first one I ever heard, and it's kind of part of my "coming of age" collective of songs. If they have that. Note: a general rule of thumb, I don't really listen to words in most music

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-26879949105832357602010-07-23T10:12:00.003-04:002010-07-23T10:22:44.823-04:00

I'd say that title about sums up my morning. Katie had a cold or something several weeks back, and stopped sleeping through the night, naturally. Since then, I've been reluctant to begin the training regimen again to get her back to her long stretches of mommy bliss. Finally though, I decided to suck it up and get to it. Last night was night one. She was pretty much crying on and off from

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-43496883912259655262010-07-12T15:17:00.011-04:002010-07-12T16:59:53.783-04:00

Well, we survived our first family vacation. Dan and I took the kids and headed up to Chicago for the weekend. We thought it might be nice to make it an annual thing and figured we might as well start now. Rest assured it was fraught with challenges, but such is the expectation with 2 kids under 2 in tow in one of the busiest most crowded places in the country. Nay, the world. But we flexed our

Lauranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-55840131085493853342010-07-02T10:44:00.005-04:002010-07-02T10:50:49.806-04:00

Here's the latest from Katie. She says hello to you all.And thanks to Dan for showing me this GLORIOUS creation.And finally, my most favorite video of all time. So far, nothing has topped this in my repertoire of funny.LT thinks video killed the radio star. Wait. What?

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-62821552507047876162010-06-22T09:11:00.003-04:002010-06-22T10:46:04.080-04:00

Rough day and it's only 10:30am.I don't know if this is post partum depression rearing it's ugly tooth ridden head again, or what, but I am way bummed lately. Maybe fallout from having to put Lola down. Maybe both.Once again, I can choose to keep it to myself to avoid risking looking weak in front of others, or I can form the words to describe the feelings and get it out of me. I feel kind of

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-90992224030261395592010-06-16T17:20:00.003-04:002010-06-16T17:23:23.707-04:00

RIP baby girl. Good doggie oggie oggie. LT sez: Woof.

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Man I love to exercise. No, really. Sometimes it's hard to GET to the act of it, though. You know, putting on the clothes, tying the shoes, and going outside, or to the gym or pool or miniature golf course. But once I get going - I can recall numerous instances of having to train for something in the pool and literally crying because I didn't want to get into the water - I don't want to stop.

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-38861267778326664902010-06-02T12:06:00.007-04:002010-06-04T12:30:32.705-04:00

Over the years, I've tried to curb my sailor speak, especially on my blogs. As I've aged, cussing has become less the activity of a rebel and more the activity of a crusty old hag in my view. That said, I reserve my "saltiness" for times that truly deserve having had an unruly utterance uttered. I believe this past weekend is one of those times.Holy SHIT, this weekend sucked.Rest assured, my next

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-39203365752339124502010-05-30T16:35:00.004-04:002010-05-30T16:45:24.807-04:00

Dude. What.The.Hell.So, I got sick last night. Started puking out of nowhere around 7pm, then diarrhea (sorry, TMI) and lots and lots of screaming and wallowing on the ground. After 3 hours of it, I finally had my mother in law call an ambulance. It took 5 guys to get me down the stairs. That's right. 5. I couldn't stand up, and was having a hard time SEEING. Seeing?? Yes. Seeing.I was only

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-80311720578126744382010-05-29T10:49:00.009-04:002010-05-29T11:12:07.078-04:00

Yay memorial day weekend! I "slept in" today until 7:45am. I guess that beats the crap out of 5:30am. I haven't slept past 8:30am in 3 years now. My dream is to someday soon sleep til like...11. And not have to take anyone to the ER upon awakening because I slept through their screams of pain.Speaking of dreams, I dreamt about cake last night again. I dream about cake when I am watching what I

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-50808514303528902042010-05-25T10:31:00.001-04:002010-05-25T10:31:43.613-04:00

Summer is here! tra-la tra-la! Well... I think it's technically in June sometime, but whatever. It's like 89 outside right now. Rock! Nathan and I played in the sprinkler yesterday. I stripped him and he went au naturale for a while. He loved it. I assumed he'd try to fertilize or water the yard, but he just spent a lot of time holding his junk. Such a guy. :)I love me some summer weather. I love

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-73740664902595329522010-05-21T12:22:00.005-04:002010-05-21T15:49:56.277-04:00

Dear Sleep, I was looking forward to seeing you again soon. I kept getting glimpses of you, and thought maybe you were done teasing me with your gentle, yet brief caresses.Apparently I am very, VERY gullible. Little Miss is growing or something because she wakes up every hour after 2 am now. And she is freakishly strong. She gets out of her swaddle very consistently now. It's nuts.

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Hey! I have time to blog! Kids are asleep, dogs are outside, dinner is prepped. My god. It's full of stars...My baby blues are gone, thank GOD. I'm human again, and invigorated and crap. Nathan is adjusting to baby girl pretty well. He still gets pissed when I am nursing her and he's decided he wants to be on my lap, but for the most part, he seems to like her, helps to go get her passie

Lauranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-20802479854357212902010-04-26T12:11:00.003-04:002010-04-26T12:36:53.474-04:00

Phew. I am turning the corner it seems in my battle with my hormones. I'm still doing the night sweat thing, but I've taken control of the situation as much as can be done, and have a change of clothes and a new sheet at the ready every time I pop up from my blissful (short) slumber (dozing between feedings). It doesn't fix it, but it helps.The mood swings have stabilized a bit. I still get them,

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I hate this part of having babies. Baby blues blows some serious uh...something that starts with a bl. You fill it in. I got nuthin'.I had planned not to write about this, for fear of appearing weak and alienating some of my readers. But after yet another night of night sweats and dreaded nightly feedings followed by a day of a whining crying screaming toddler dangling from my free arm

Lauranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-79838851047096347282010-04-06T12:19:00.016-04:002010-04-11T18:50:18.166-04:00

She's here! Katherine Isabelle Taylor or "Katie-Belle" as we are playfully calling her (we will actually probably just call her Katie most days) was born Monday April 5 at 12:23am weighing 7 lbs. 1.5oz and measuring 19 inches long.I figured I had better post something now while I have the chance, and also before I forget all of it. Everything is still kind of in a fog in my head. I knew I'd

Lauranoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-84806445173779580282010-03-25T13:11:00.004-04:002010-03-25T13:31:55.184-04:00

I...do I...?Um...do I like Lady Gaga?I hate to admit this, but I think I actually do. She's obviously a very carefully crafted marketing tool...but. I mean she's just so damned interesting to watch. Have I fallen for the hype? Am I no better than a screaming 13 year old at the mercy of her desperate desire to aspire to some sort of sexy goddess archetype?Do I just want an excuse to say archetype?

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GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!I'm 3 days shy of being 9 months pregnant and AM GOING TO KILL EVERYONE.I drop EVERYTHING.I remember NOTHING.I can't bend over to pick anything up which is a shame because as I mentioned previously, I DROP EVERYTHING.I left the house today and as I was driving away I noticed I had left the front door standing wide open. Seriously. Those who know me, know I am all about

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-27417280407532796092010-03-12T12:08:00.007-05:002010-03-12T12:52:26.655-05:00

So I am taking this class, see? And the instructor...well, she leaves a little bit to be desired as far as her presentation skills are concerned. She's not very professional, wears her jammies to class, makes fun of the professionals she works for behind their backs, and just presents the material in black and white vs. encouraging the class to look at it from other possible angles. All of these

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-34652217768342884332010-03-08T19:12:00.005-05:002010-03-08T19:29:33.697-05:00

Dan says I haven't posted enough lately, so here I am against my wishes.So.How are things?Yeah really? Ya know, I really don't care. I can't breathe, and have a foot in my pancreas. Let's chat in 3 months.Seriously though, I actually am pretty perky considering. The whole family is cootie free for almost what? a week? two weeks? It feels like forever... in the good way. Nathan and I laugh again

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-2550249960162187552010-02-26T10:40:00.003-05:002010-02-26T10:57:10.402-05:00

What GOD? WHAT?! What IS it you want me to learn? WHAT am I supposed to hear from you that I am somehow not hearing or learning?I've been sick like 8 times since Christmas INCLUDING Christmas, and Nathan has been sick even more. It's been intense, awful, sickening...heh. You need me to learn something about being sick, or how to behave DURING sickness, right? I.GET.IT. I'm listening.

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The voice of Elmo on Sesame Street is played by a large black man. That's right, super cute tiny red sometimes annoying Elmo = 300lb black man. I wonder what it's like being a large man forced to speak in a high squeaky voice for 8 hours a day 5 days a week? Do you think he likes it? Maybe he's tuned it out, kind of like anyone else tunes out a boring job. Or does he go home to his wife at night,

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Holy crap, I'll be 31 weeks pregnant on Friday. That means I am moving into the single digits of number of weeks left. Whoa! It's still a ways to go, but that is one heck of a mental hurdle to cross. I remember when the doc called to give me my knocked up results and I thought, hey only 34 more weeks to go! That's....like...forever.... *Passes out*The "good" thing is that I am way less massive at

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-40092346480563274932010-02-06T16:11:00.000-05:002010-02-06T16:12:28.715-05:00

And behold, Nathan was introduced to Bjork. And it was good.

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Ya know...you'd think with all the squirting Lola does because of her Addison's that I'd be used to gratuitous poop by now. Gratuitous poop is my new descriptor for poop that shows up where it shouldn't. Or at least, where *I* think it shouldn't. Over the years, Lola has versed me in many, many different kinds, consistencies, and locales for her gratuitous poop in various forms and with various

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And the hits just keep on comin'. I hate to sound like the hypochondriac complaining cat lady type, but damn this month has not been very kind to my family's health. Dan and I are all recovered from the stomach flu madness, and Nathan seemed to be perky a few days after his yack attack, and then came Wednesday. Nathan started running a fever and by Saturday he was sick, screaming, and well...

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Good morning! Well, our family survived our first bout of the stomach flu. Go us! Dan came home Friday night and made a B-line for the bathroom, and then it was on like Donkey Kong for the next 5 hours. We made the call to take him to the hospital when his throat started bleeding from all the scream vomiting. It was a wise choice, and they had him comfortable after about an hour with IV fluids,

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God. I'm 27 weeks pregnant this week. I thought I was 28! I've entered into the phase where baby is getting bigger, and my moving around is getting more and more difficult. I was kind of easing the mental pain of it all by telling myself that I was 7 months along today. But alas, I cannot count. My mental calendar hath betrayed me. My punishment for losing my number management skills? One more

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-81863561277635923042010-01-20T08:14:00.007-05:002010-01-20T08:48:01.679-05:00

Well, Scott Brown - the republican nominee for US Senate in Massachusetts, won last night and democrats are apparently blaming Martha Coakley for a craptastic campaign as the reason. Stupid Martha. I'd have suggested a very broad approach for her outreach efforts. Like standing outside Kentucky Fried Chicken stands one day handing out free ammunition, and outside Whole Foods the next day

Lauranoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-19724695713390527512010-01-17T19:12:00.004-05:002010-01-17T19:18:30.515-05:00

Ahhhh.... You can't tell me this picture doesn't bring a sweet sweet tear to your eye.I recently procured a kilo of my most favorite coffee on the planet and have been a morning person again ever since. Seriously, I am excited to go to sleep so I can wake up and have a cup of hot steaming Intelligensia come morning.And yes, I fell off the wagon, or got back on, or whatever you call it when you

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-17950400247179577492010-01-12T18:58:00.000-05:002010-01-12T18:59:59.136-05:00

I enjoy complaining. It's kind of part of my personality. I shroud it in humor though, so that the masses are more inclined to listen to a bit more of it more often. And it seems to work for me. I don't plan to stop anytime soon.So I've been feeling REALLY bad since the holidays. We're talking exhaustion, terrible headaches, incredibly irritable, confused, and sometimes falling asleep standing up

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-29191025762787178522010-01-07T15:00:00.002-05:002010-01-07T15:14:04.294-05:00

OMG the holidays are over. I can't believe how relieved I am. I mean, I really look forward to Christmas and the whole month of December. The build up - especially in my smallish hometown - is considerable, and the Christmas spirit is palpable by mid month. I love Christmas, Christmas activities, presents, lights, shopping (online of course), and family and friends get togethers. What I

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-50232154991822501232009-12-22T18:55:00.003-05:002009-12-22T19:07:07.263-05:00

Dude. Brutal. I totally overdid it this weekend. Tough workout on Saturday - decided I would ratchet it up a notch and see how I handled it. I thought I was fine. Then Saturday night I spent the night at the in-laws - Dan was hosting a bachelor party for his brother Luke at our house - and took the dogs and kid with me. We were all sleeping in one small room, and every time the dogs heard a

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-53953899995037823342009-11-30T13:29:00.004-05:002009-11-30T13:35:18.319-05:00

Dude. We're having a girl. Wow.We are sadly lacking in the pink department, however. I'll need to work my womanly magic and deck out a new room in Pepto Bismol hues post haste.In Toddler news, Nathan and I are sliding scales going in opposite directions. As I get bigger and less agile, he seems to get friskier and better and better at climbing and saying "No". I regularly have to peel myself

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-10392413857427403082009-11-25T10:43:00.003-05:002009-11-25T10:57:58.658-05:00

Oh my God, Limburger cheese smells SO BAD!You know the stuff. I learned of its existence by way of Looney Toons cartoons as a child, and always feared the evil cheese shrouded in a green cloud that could clear a room and make the Road Runner fall off of a cliff.So today, I was picking up some last minute stuff for Turkey Day prep, and in what can only be described as some sort of compulsory

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-74152245918369845282009-11-13T14:18:00.003-05:002009-11-13T14:36:03.673-05:00

Nathan and I went to open Gym time at Gymnastics Unlimited this morning. I guess they have it every Friday. They kid proof the room, and set up some more kid friendly attractions (inflatable jumpy slide thing, stuffed animals, extra trampolines) and then turn 'em loose. Nate loved it. He doesn't quite have the whole jump concept down on the room sized trampolines, but he enjoyed running

Lauranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-87625885052834240302009-11-04T11:42:00.007-05:002009-11-07T14:11:27.299-05:00

Those that know me may or may not know that I wear contacts. I actually only wear one in my left eye most days. My right eye being close to to 20/20 only needs what the doc calls "fine tuning", and since it has a bit of mishapeness to it, the fine tuning lens is thicker than a normal lens and feels a bit like a dinner plate in my eye. So most days, I go without the right, and just wear my left

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-43096027184163027092009-10-27T16:46:00.007-04:002009-10-30T13:44:21.675-04:00

So I've been using facebook lately to communicate with other moms and have been doing all the mom things. that moms do. Swapping recipes, setting up play dates and going on group mom trips with the young-ins. If you had told me 10 years ago that I would be a team leader in a church group for mothers of preschoolers and would actually look forward to going to church on Sundays, I would have

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-90333082305948647462009-10-18T18:18:00.004-04:002009-10-18T18:29:02.671-04:00

Oh my God I made cookies! Yes, me! The goddess of green, the duchess of Dramamine, the princess of puke MADE COOKIES!I haven't eaten any of them, though. Incremental change friends. Incremental change.So I'm feeling a tiny bit better. Aversions are still ruling my life, but I can actually leave the house and go places now and like...talk to PEOPLE. Wow! I feel like royalty.In other news, we got

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-9290144443001974232009-10-17T14:34:00.002-04:002009-10-17T14:56:12.626-04:00

Dan and I went to see Law Abiding Citizen last night staring Gerard Butler and Jamie Fox. A mildly disturbing flick, fraught with excessive/gross violence, a few not so well thought out subplots, and gratuitous (but much appreciated) Gerard Butler nudity. Seriously, I know it was supposed to be a metaphor...but did he really have to be naked? The woman behind me in the theater seemed to think

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-46548591450132310842009-10-16T14:17:00.007-04:002009-10-16T14:36:34.989-04:00

Alright, alright, I'll post already!That was directed towards my husband -- he who must not be named -- who has been harassing me to post for over a week. My blog-less first trimester excuse of extreme fatigue and nausea is beginning to subside. At long last I am rising from the green sleepy cloud of death and able to see sunlight? Wait. No I can't. It's 40 degrees and raining outside. WHEN did

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-45836966809726508692009-10-04T08:52:00.002-04:002009-10-04T08:56:56.294-04:00

I'm dying. Seriously, was it this bad last time? I can't remember.My mother in law did this 10 times and she felt like dying the entire pregnancy. Am I just a prissy pants?Whatever. I'm dying. I'll worry about my image later.LT is dying.

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-88835320499553767992009-09-29T14:24:00.005-04:002009-09-29T14:40:39.484-04:00

Well HELLO there. It's a week or something since my surgery. Actually I have no idea. Was it the 18th? Whatever.So I've been having a hard time coming off the meds. I was maxed out on the Vicodin they prescribed, and instead of weaning, I tried going cold turkey a few days ago. Have you ever seen trainspotting? Remember the scene where the guy is coming off heroin in his parent's bedroom and

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-31670441651407859222009-09-21T16:20:00.003-04:002009-09-22T09:04:07.391-04:00

Hi-Ho Kermit THE Frog here. So uh...I had a fun weekend. On Friday afternoon my back started hurting pretty badly out of the blue. I had been fairly immobile for the last 2 weeks or so with morning sickness, so I assumed it was stiff muscles or something. I whipped out my yoga mat and flipped on some baby-mama yoga. I was determined to stretch my back out, pukey or not.So, the yoga thingie was

Lauranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686833.post-88077016536456281162009-09-10T14:13:00.001-04:002009-09-10T14:15:06.781-04:00

This is how Dan let him team at work know we were expecting. As you may have guessed, I’ve recently been working on a side project. It has recently exited the planning phase of development, entered full development, and been granted a tentative ship date (4/23/2010). I thought you might enjoy a brief overview of our project plan for shipping Taylor v2.1.01_423_1.Given its success in past

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I am lying on he floor moaning and praying for death. I feel like I am on a boat in the middle of a poorly named hurricane. Yes, my hurricane would be like..."Ananstasia", "Murray", or "Gym Socks" thus adding to my sickness. What a-hole names those things anyway? I'd like to see Hurricane "Justin Tiberlake" or Typhoon "Zippy" just to keep people in the northern latitudes on their toes. Better get

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