Ok- it has come to my attention that some people don’t understand the way this internet-thing works.
When you post a comment, I can look up your IP address. This tells me where your computer is located. For example, if you are using a college campus computer, it will tell me that. If your comment has given me a vague idea of where I might find you, and I do find you, and then you tell me in your profile section that you do, indeed, attended that college, AND you write a post that gives you a really big motive for writing a really lame insulting comment on my blog, I’m going to know who you are. This isn’t rocket science.
Being a sore loser for something like Battle of the Blogs is really lame. If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen. And if you are going to insult me, do it with style. Insults aren’t supposed to make me laugh at you.
For future reference, if you leave a troll comment on my blog again, I will smear your name around the blogosphere until your eyeballs bleed from the hate mail. I’m a nice person. Don’t make me have to do that, mmmm-kay?
For those of you gentle readers who are wondering what this is about, just check out comment #5.
Thanks and have a great day!
Lou
Posted by Lou on June 30, 2005 @ 11:42 pm | 18 Comments
Yesterday Jonas was sitting on the ground trying to get his shoes back on. I saw him look up into the sky and yell, “‘Pider! Pider! Help! Shoes!” Then he looked expectantly at the sky. After a few seconds he repeated his plea. When Spider man failed to appear he raised his little arms in confused fashion and asked me, “Where did he go?”
Now what do you say to that? Not wanting to destroy his childish beliefs, I explained that Spiderman lives in New York and helps the people there. We are in California, and that’s too far away. He seemed to get it, and then asked me for help getting his shoes on. I guess, to my son, I’m capable of being a super hero too, at least where shoes are concerned.
Posted by Lou on @ 3:32 pm | 12 Comments
My redesign is finished! There are so many neat features to check out! For example, I now have a filing system. Now I can put posts on vomit and fecal matter right where they belong! I also have a nice extra page for links so my front page isn’t super cluttered. Check it out, you might be on it. Now, you may notice that I am missing my shout box, so if you want to contact me you will have to leave me something in the comments section. I prefer this though, it is easier to keep up with. I was able to move all of my old posts (yeah, that took awhile), but I didn’t move the old comments. The old site is still up, so they are all saved there. Moving those would have taken me a month.
If you like the design you should check out Idony. She is the mastermind behind the newness and has very reasonable rates. She couldn’t have been more helpful if she had flown here and sat at my computer, and that’s saying something because I’m not the most computer savvy person.
If you have me blogrolled, please update the link to this new site. If I should have you on my blog list let me know.
Now, in honor of the redesign, I am declaring it De-Lurking Day on the new site. So, if you happen by, please leave me a note, leave me your link and anything else you want me to know.
Posted by Lou on June 29, 2005 @ 4:08 pm | 33 Comments
When I had Maggie I decided I wasn’t going to start her on solids until she wanted them. I wanted to keep this baby a baby as long as possible, and in all honesty, starting solids just causes more work for me. There is nothing as easy as whipping out a breast and being done with it. No prep, no clean up, just instant lunch. I was hoping Maggie would be content with this until she was one. She isn’t.
When we were traveling she grabbed a cracker out of my hand and went into a state of joyful delirium gumming it until it melted and crumbled and I had to fish the tiny pieces out if her mouth with my finger. When I took the remnants away from her, she burst into a well executed torrent of tears that told me not only was she miffed at losing the cracker, but my little angel had discovered the art of manipulation. As soon as I gave her a new cracker my sunny baby reappeared. By the end of the three hour flight I had an entire package worth of soggy cracker bits on my tray table and a daughter who now knows I will give her whatever she wants if she just whimpers.
On our first trip to the commissary after returning home I picked up rice cereal and some carefully selected first foods for Maggie. I have this theory that if I start them out with veggies they will be more likely to accept them in the future. If I start them out with fruit, all they will want if sweet stuff and they’ll never learn to appreciate the flavorful and more nutritionally sound vegetables. I did this with Jonas when he was a baby and it worked according to my hypothesis until I started Jonas on fruits.
I made the gross error of choosing a baby food called Blueberry Buckle as Jonas’ first fruit. I figured it was a good choice since blueberries are loaded with antioxidants and very, very good for you. I assumed that Blueberry Buckle was just a cute name for pureed blueberries. It is actually a cute name for blueberries in which the first ingredient is sugar. Why Gerber even manufacturers infant desert food is beyond me. Anyway, Jonas adored the Blueberry Buckle. In fact, it was all he would eat for the next three days until, on a whim, I looked at the label and realized I was pumping my kid full of sugar. Now I read labels.
For Maggie I chose green beans, sweet potato and pears, to be introduced in that order. So far we’ve done the rice cereal, which she passionately loves (gag), and green beans which cause her to shudder and contort into hilarious expressions. Since we kept laughing at her faces, she kept eating the offending beans. With every nasty mouthful she gave us a look that clearly said, “What is this stuff?” Then she would laugh, blow green bean raspberries at us, and take another bite. Once I got enough pictures to keep me laughing for a long time, we quit torturing her with the green beans and brought the yummy rice cereal back (I’m not that mean.) I guess we’ll try the sweet potatoes next.
She Likes Her Some Rice Cereal. . .
Not So Much With The Green Beans. . .
And, yes, that is a “spit happens” bib.
Posted by Lou on June 28, 2005 @ 8:18 pm | 5 Comments
Last night I laid awake in bed trying to make sense of a disturbing situation I found myself in a week ago. I wanted to drop by an old friend’s home while I was visiting North Dakota. It’s been almost five years since I’ve seen this couple, but they were very dear to my heart and they played a pretty important role in my life when I was in high school. My mother had run into one of them and he extended an invitation for me to just drop on by when I was in town, so I did.
When she opened the door I almost didn’t recognize her. I thought that perhaps she had just slept in, and that was why she was in her bathrobe looking a bit disheveled. I didn’t care, I was just excited to see her. It took only a second or two to realize that was not what was going on. She rocked back and forth, nervously shifting her weight from side to side. She looked frightened, the way you would expect to see an hunted field mouse look when the hawks were circling above. She asked me to come back when her husband was home. When I asked when that would be she responded with a panicked, “I don’t know.”
I had heard that she had spent time in a hospital for depression shortly after I had graduated, but I never heard what the outcome was. I assumed all was well now, but it wasn’t even close. She looked like she had experienced a complete breakdown. The woman I knew wasn’t at the door. I don’t know where she was. I don’t even know if she recognized me. I wanted to reach out and hold her the way you would hold a frightened child, but I felt that my very presence was scaring the hell out of her. It was like the cat trying to comfort the canary, so I left.
I’ve only seen things like this in the movies. To see it in real life, in a person who I knew, shook me, and shook me hard.
I can’t help but wonder what happened and ask why. You can talk to me about chemical imbalances and personality disorders til you are blue in the face, but why? Why? How does a woman who was so full of love and joy and music just disappear? I can’t help but wonder if it could happen to me.
I’ve had anxiety issues for years, and mostly they are dealt with. Occasionally I have a mild panic attack, but things are basically under control. What happens if one day you have a panic attack and it just never stops? What happens when you simply stop thinking rational thoughts? How do you get out of there?
To my friend, wherever you are, I miss you.
Posted by Lou on June 27, 2005 @ 9:32 pm | 0 Comments
Maggie hit six months on our trip. She’s growing up so fast.
Posted by Lou on @ 7:46 pm | 0 Comments
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