lost arts (not the finger paint or macaroni-n-yarn kind)

i wrote a resume last week for the first time since 2006.  now there is an ‘interests’ section?  i was told- for places that get a ton of resumes- that’s sometimes all they look at!  dear god, i have no interests.  i work and i wipe poop. my boobs provide the sustenance for an entire human being, what other talents do i have time to nurture?  this is a sad state of affairs.

i remembered, foggily, that i used to like to read once.   so i started water for elephants tonight.  wow!  i did like reading.  i’ve got to make time for this literary sh!t more often…

what’s your lost art?

you can live in happiness too…

lets talk non-western medicine for a sec.  because after talking genitan violet with one of my mom friends, i realized these medicines are so much more fun than what MDs prescribe.

i used maca root when it was taking entirely too long to get pregnant.  the babe became my little parasite that month.  it’s supposed to be good for the sex drive on top of anecdotally helping get knocked up.  but i don’t think there’s anyway to quantify that.  because if you don’t want to have sex, you’re probably not going to get pregnant…

i’ve also found gatorade and bananas cure every hangover.

what remedies do you use?

p.s. if you were scratching your head about genitan violet:

this image is from zygotedaddy.  he seems quite lovely by email.

he was not attempting to turn his child into an oompa loompa.  just cure a nasty case of thrush.

 

preskool

i’ve talked to some of you about how the onceler was not a fan of this whole “preschool” set-up when she first started.

but little by little she is getting it and warming up to the whole routine there.  she’s getting into circle time and playing at the “park” there.

it’s so hard to know if you’ve made the right decisions about school for them.  which school?  when to start? what class should she be in?  what to wear???

do you guys remember anything from your preschool? i have one memory: trying to get away from the pincher. why did that boy always go for the sensitive spot on the back of my upper arm? i hope karma bit you in the ass eventually pinchy…

an accurate depiction of her feelings towards preschool

alright just give me the wine mug

this month i ‘celebrate’ a milestone birthday and i am not at all pleased about it.  ry is trying to get me to go to dinner at this fancy italian place in town.  it has really amazing pasta and all, but really we love it because they serve you wine in a coffee mug while you are waiting outside for a table.  however, all the free wine in the italy won’t keep me outta my 30s.

i started playing around on this site today.  because women in their 30s are much cooler and better put together than me.  i best catch up.

how do you like to celebrate your birthday?