Mamaramma

In the category of "Mommy Blogs": a chronicle of my life in Chicago and wherever it takes me. Stories from my past.

Monday, January 31, 2005

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P1210001
Originally uploaded by Mamaramma.
Little Bird with her favorite beau, Popeye. My witchy hand holds up the drunken sailor.

P1210001

The Hairy Feet of Time

Now I'm slightly embarrassed about what I said in the previous post. Hello again, it is I, Mamaramma. Doesn't that sound like some kind of Super-Savings-Dollar-Store for all things Parental? I really, really , really don't want to shop there.
What happened to all the time I used to have in my life? Can anyone answer that? Do you remember being 5 years old, and being told that you were going to the Waterslide Park later on that day - so you'd ask, "When?" and your parents would say, "In 5 hours." and you wanted to DIE because you'd never get through five HOURS!!! FIVE HOURS was an ETERNITY, and you could hear the second hand on the grandfather clock beating in your eardrums for FIVE HOURS?! Then finally, 5 HOURS passed, and there you were at the Waterslide Park, and some teenager kicks you in the eye while you're wating for your best friend to come down the slide behind you. But it wasn't your friend behind you, it was some teenager with hairy feet who teaches you the lesson that you shouldn't stand so close to the edge of the slide while teenagers are coming down it at 20 mph. Anyway, it was wonderful- and practically a whole other day as far as a five year old is concerned.
Now one week doesn't last as long as those anxious five hours, and there's hardly any time to even think about getting a haircut. OK - I do think about it. All the time. So sue me. I think about my little girl, though, and wonder how long she thinks a day is. To her five hours must seem like 5 months in the inflation of time.
To me, five hours goes by as quickly as being kicked in the eye by some hairy-footed teenager.

The Hairy Feet of Time

Welcome... to me

Hello out there in the great internet universe. It is I, hereby known as mamaramma saying, "What's going on?" I was just inspired by www.dooce.com and thought I'd try my hand at this. While I'm supercritical of everything about myself, including, but not limited to, my writing, I'm comforted by the fact that probably no one will ever read this. Well, no one I know, at least. If they do, ummm..., hi.
About myself: I am a first time mom of a beautiful baby girl - I'll call her Little Bird - she's 9.5 months old now which means that she's spent as much time in this world outside of my belly as inside of it. So congratulations to her for that. I'm married to a wonderful man who loves me despite my bouts of craziness and supercritical nit picking fests, and who is basically supporting me and the aforementioned milk consumer singlehandedly. Until Little Bird was born, I had been making my living off of acting here in Chicago, but that all came to a grinding halt with the need to stay home with L.B.
My husband is also an actor who is morphing into a teacher, and if all goes well, we may be spending the next 2 years in South Dakota on some impoverished reservation teaching for the pubic schools there... that's if all goes WELL! I need to morph into something quick, and maybe this will help me figure it out.
So... we'll see where this goes.
That's all for now.

Welcome... to me


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