Month: September 2006

  • A good, heaping dose of mama guilt

    About a month ago, I told y’all about how we got rid of Caroline’s pacifiers. You can read the story of her addiction here.

    Well, the other day we were out in the backyard and the garbage men drove by. She loves to watch their big truck so I said, “Look Caroline, it’s the garbage men!” and she got so excited and said, “Oh Mama, maybe they’re bringing my pacis back!”

    The word of the day is guilt.

  • Five years later


    Shannon over at Rocks in My Dryer is asking everyone to remember 9/11 by talking about where we were on that day 5 years ago.

    The morning of September 11, 2001, started pretty much like all of my pre-child mornings started. I woke up probably a little after 8:00 (oh those were the days), started reading the newspaper, and had a little caffeine in the form of a Coke. Pre-child, I was never one to turn on the T.V. first thing in the morning because honestly, I don’t like to deal with all the cheerful people quite that early.

    A little after 9:00, I flipped on the T.V. to see what Kelly and Regis were up to and I suddenly became aware that the whole world had changed in an instant. I saw smoke and plane crashes and panic and incredible devastation. No one was cheery on this morning, everyone was stunned.

    P and I both work from home, so he was in the office. I called him in and said, “Have you seen this?”. We spent the next hours glued to the T.V. and when the towers fell, it literally took my breath away. Shocked, outraged, stunned. We immediately thought about one of P’s best friends from childhood who worked in the World Trade Center. As it turns out, he hadn’t gone to work that day but we didn’t know that until much later.

    P called one of his friends who had served in Special Forces and asked him his thoughts. Who did this? Will there be more? And the friend told us we might want to think about stocking up on some things like drinking water, canned goods, etc. because who knew what else would happen over the next few days. It was the first time we felt vulnerable living in the United States.

    I remember that Gulley was about 5 months pregnant at the time and was supposed to catch a flight to Illinois that morning, but realized that no one was going to be flying anywhere. All of sudden the thought of bringing a new baby into the world began to look a little different. What kind of a world are we living in now? Are we safe?

    Five years later the events of that day are still surreal. The United States of America was under attack on our own soil. We never saw it coming.

    The days that followed were so sad, but yet hopeful. There was a unity among Americans, a return to patriotism. It was like for a moment the nation turned its eyes back to God and the original ideals of our founding fathers, but sadly it was short lived.

    We find ourselves today as a nation divided. I think somewhere along the way, people forgot what the fight is for. President Bush said from the beginning that this would be a long battle because it’s a different kind of enemy. Terrorists aren’t contained in one country, look what happened in London a few weeks ago. They walk among us.

    Anyone who thinks this is an enemy that can be reasoned with or bargained with is a fool. These people want to destroy us for no other reason than we’re American. And make no mistake, if they had the capability, they would destroy us. Human life is of no value to them, not even their own life is of value. I think as Americans we can’t fully comprehend this level of evil.

    Are there things we could have done better? Sure, our leaders aren’t infallible. But 5 years later, they have kept us safe. They have foiled terrorist plots that we’ve heard about and probably others that never made the news. We must press on because this enemy isn’t going away.

    So to our soldiers fighting this war, our policemen and firemen and everyone else who stands in the gap for us I say thank you and yes, I remember. May God bless America.

  • A meme for my mini meme

    Carol over at She Lives has tagged me for another meme, but this one has a twist because the questions are for Caroline. I tried to get her to answer as many as possible, but I had to fill in some of the blanks. Especially since with the mood she was in today, many of her answers would have been about the unfairness of life.

    1. Something I do well: Run fast, jump high and slide on my tummy

    2. Something I’d like to improve on: She wouldn’t answer this one so apparently she thinks there is no room for improvement. I will say that after today we could use some improvement with listening and attitude.

    3. Favorite Food: Chocolate nuggets (I’m not sure what this is exactly but it was her answer so I’m going with it)

    4. Three words that best describe you: Sweet, funny, and bossy

    5. My happiest moment: It’s hard to pin down one but I’m betting it was catching her fish last week at the coast.

    6. The most important thing in my life right now: Mama and Daddy (this was her answer, God bless her heart)

    7. Then to the Moms, were you surprised by any of the answers: No, but I would think that her favorite food might be a cheese cube since apparently she can live on just one of these for several days.

    I’m gonna tag Chappyswife at Journey to the Prize and Jennifer at Missippi Girl if y’all haven’t already done it!

  • Funny, funny stuff

    Last night P and I went with a group of friends to see Brian Regan. I can’t remember the last time I have laughed that hard. I honestly had tears streaming down my face at one point. And y’all nothing says funny like crying because you’re laughing so hard.

    I found a clip on youtube, so I’m attaching the link because apparently I am not computer savvy enough to get the video to actually show up here. Enjoy!

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SoIfvC1ZKVY

  • Get your fashion while it’s "haute"

    Last week I had nothing to say about Project Runway, not because it was boring, but because I was apparently stunned into silence by the rosettes on the back of Angela’s silk capri pants. Angela had flashes of talent along the way, but in the end the rosettes did her in. Pun completely intentional.

    Watching Project Runway this week, I learned one thing if nothing else. I do not pronounce haute couture properly. You can blame it on the fact that I never really have the need to use the term haute couture seeing as how it’s not something Gap or Banana Republic carries, in addition to the fact that I grew up in Southeast Texas. That “hot cocher” is some fancy stuff.

    I was so glad to see Vincent go last night. He should have been gone long ago and if I had to spend one more week listening to what “turns him on”, I was going to be ready to turn PR off. I did crack up at him schmoozing Catherine Malandrino as if that was going to save him. “You’re fabulous, your shoes are fabulous, your dress is fabulous” and I kept waiting for him to tell her she turns him on, but it didn’t happen.

    Although I don’t care for Jeffrey, his dress was the only one in my opinion, that truly looked like something you’d see on the runway. While bright yellow cotton plaid isn’t my first choice for an evening gown, it was edgy, fun and modern. I think the judges made the right call, but I so don’t want Jeffrey to win.

    Michael’s dress was not great, but I think he should get an A for effort. At least he tried something new. To me, Uli designs the same dress every week but in different fabric. I know the judges liked her dress, but I am sick of those braidy things she has going on. Is it just me?

    Kayne needs to stick around because he provides comedy. When they showed him in his beret last night with that drawn on mustache, I laughed out loud. But honestly, I think his talent is designing pageant gowns. He’s flamboyant and quite Elvis-y which doesn’t really translate to high fashion.

    And poor Laura with her shirt tied up around her pregnant belly. She just looks miserable. I think she’s just trying to stay in the competition because no matter how stressful it is to be up all hours of the night designing and sewing, it’s got to be more peaceful than being at home with 5 kids and one on the way. Again, just my opinion and what do I know? I can’t even pronounce haute couture.