November 5, 2006 | Health is overrated

You know how it is when someone has a new SOMETHING in their life, and suddenly they are incapable of talking about anything but that SOMETHING. Like, when people have a new baby. It’s All Baby, All The Time for a while.

Or when someone gets engaged and they cannot shut up about it and it’s all engagement, rings, campers, weddings, courtroom sketch artists. Like that. How boring, right? I mean, as a reader, your eyes probably start to roll back in your head and you think, “Geez, didn’t she used to write about anything else? Has she always been this insipid?”

The answer, of course, is yes, I have always been this insipid. But I did used to talk about other things, and this week I gazed upon my blog and thought to myself, “I have GOT to stop yammering on about Otto. Surely something else blogworthy will come along.”

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November 4, 2006 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"

My scintillating discovery of the last few days: I like to say fiancé. It makes me giggle. I harbor a deep suspicion that if I say it too often, the Grown-up Police will come take me away on charges of false impersonation. Which is pretty funny, considering that I’ve been down this road before, have two kids, and by all accounts am pretty much an adult by every available definition. Still. Fiancé.

Feeeeee-on-sayyyyy. I don’t know, I will have to ask my fiancé. Let me discuss that with my fiancé. My fiancé wants a courtroom sketch artist. It rolls right off the tongue, followed by a decidedly immature giggle (or the tremendous effort required to squelch said giggle).

And as long as I’m giggling, I thought it’d be a really good time to try to convince Otto to tell me what kind of wedding ring he’d like. (more…)

November 2, 2006 | Woohoo!

I was totally going to make y’all wait for further details, because I was sure I’d have an even better story to tell you tonight about how Chickadee had a couple of teeth pulled, but things went awry. Instead of having two teeth extracted per the orthodontist’s instructions, this afternoon Chickadee had a shot of novocaine and became hysterical. After a few bits of poking around in her mouth (to ever-louder anguished wails, despite not flinching a bit at being jabbed with a pointy instrument when she wasn’t paying attention) we were sent away with a referral to an oral surgeon. Laughing gas, here we come!

In the meantime, I guess since you were so sweet and nice with your well-wishes on the last post, I should probably fill you in on that whole marriage thing that’s going to be happening. (more…)

Growing, Woohoo!

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

—Plato

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