Mamaramma

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

Monday, February 28, 2005

Million Dollar Papa

Is it wrong of me to think that Clint Eastwood is one of the sexiest men in America? I wish I looked as good at 28 as he looks at 74. Mr. Eastwood, I nominate you to share the Sexiest Man Alive award with my husband, who, if asked, would agree with me. Just give me a call to accept. I'll be here.

Million Dollar Papa

Sunday, February 27, 2005

In general

OK - It's up to 6 nights in a row, and after tonight, it will be one whole week of our new lives with a crib-sleeping baby. And they said it couldn't be done! OK - I said it couldn't be done. It's nice to prove myself wrong.
In other news, I'm prepping for my first audition in a few months for a little musical that would help pay the bills if I were to get cast. Right now, we're staring at the abyss of unemployment come the middle of April when W.'s show closes and his night time tax season job ends. It's nice to have a sugar daddy, but the sugar's gettin' low, my friends. Maybe the theatre gods were waiting until LB could go to sleep in her crib before they let me be castable.
How's everyone else? Right now, I'm feeling pretty good.

In general

Friday, February 25, 2005

Shaken, not stirred, please

I haven't talked about this until now because I didn't want to jinx myself, BUT, I have gotten Little Bird to go to sleep in her crib BY HERSELF for the last 4 NIGHTS IN A ROW!!! And this is without crying, without Ferberizing! I don't know which gods to thank, but thank you all god of sleeping and babies and mothers' sanity, and yes, to all the gods that have now allowed me to make a cosmo every night and enjoy it in peace. If this triumph is any indication, my life should be getting a whole lot better. I probably will be offered some fabulous Broadway job without auditioning soon - I mean, this is THAT BIG! I love you, Little Bird, but right now, I prefer sleeping without you - and it's nothing against you; your breath doesn't smell, you don't fart in bed - or if you do, it doesn't bother me, and you're not really a cover hog, but girlie girl, you have the potential to OFFEND in all of these areas. Let's say we're helping each other out. Now, is it too early for a Cosmo?

Shaken, not stirred, please

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Not Puss in Boots


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Introducing Olive Oyl - but you can call her Ollie. She's a good girl and will wear her little boots when it's muddy and rainy outside. Thank you Ollie.

Not Puss in Boots

Monday, February 21, 2005

What's your secret?

What's your secret?

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Bird Bath, Part 2


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I love her little socks!

Bird Bath, Part 2

Friday, February 18, 2005

The results are in!

That went very, very badly. Can anyone see what I'm doing wrong?

The results are in!

H.ell T.o M.y L.ife (HTML)

< HTML >
OK. So I'm experimenting with HTML, and I'm not doing so well. < B > See what I mean? < / B > Do you have to have these crazy spaces? I don't get it. < BR > Let's see how it went.

< / HTML >

H.ell T.o M.y L.ife (HTML)

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Here I am!


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Not quite in line with self portrait Wednesday, but I'm new to all this, and will need some time to catch up. Please, forgive me.... What's that??? You do?! Oh, I knew I could count on you.
This picture is from Halloween. Little Bird went as a Sheriff. There's her outlaw she's done strung up. The sign says, "HORS THEEF". This was ultimately less disturbing than the costume W. wanted her to don: "Baby with a Vestigial Twin."
Happy Wednesday

Here I am!

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

RUINER

So did anyone do anything romantic for Valentine's Day? W. made me a Valentine's Day mix CD and tried to have it play as our alarm yesterday morning. Little did he know that I had messed with the alarm clock before we went to bed, wondered why it was on CD mode and turned it back to buzzer mode. So I woke up to a buzzer, and then the sound of my lovable husband fumbling around with the machine at 6:45a.m. Finally, OutKast's "Happy Valentine's Day" started playing, and I was 100% unappreciative, mumbling, "What's that? Why is it playing? What time is it???" Ahhh, another romantic attempt runied again. Ladies and gentlemen, I am a RUINER!

RUINER

Monday, February 14, 2005

Screaminggggggg

I'm sitting here listening to my baby scream because we're trying to have my husband put her to sleep instead of me nursing her down all the time. It makes me wish we had done this months ago, and gone through the hard times then, instead of NOW! Or, it makes me wish that my husband had some boobs with milk in them, too. Men and women are not equal, ladies and gentlemen. Oh yes, Happy Valentine's Day.

Screaminggggggg

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Just asking.

So, we're ready for a change in our lives. A major change - along the lines of moving from Chicago to Montana. Some things are up in the air as of yet, but may I ask - does anyone have any recommendations for a former actor/non-certified educator who is trying to find a new career path so that her daughter won't grow up wearing burlap and eating mealworms? Or if not, do you have any good recipes for mealworms?

Just asking.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Bird Bath


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Bird Bath

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Aftermath II


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Aftermath II

Aftermath


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Well, it's been a very long weekend. I've been planning a surprise birthday party for W. for the last 3 weeks, and never mentioned it here in fear he'd discover this blog. I'm so glad it's over. Too tired to write much today except to say that the party went off well, and if anyone needs some Bud Light or some Breton crackers, we've got scads. Oh yes, and olives, too. Costco has provided me with far too many olives. Mmmmm, aren't you getting hungry now?

Aftermath

Friday, February 04, 2005

Spinach


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Little Bird has a thing for Popeye...
and a thing for spinach. She's strong to the finisch.
We were watching an old Popeye together where Popeye has to take care of Sweet Pea for the day while Olive Oyl cleans. All sorts of chaos ensues and at the end, after Popeye has handed Sweet Pea back to Olive, he sings, "There's no if's or maybe's - I'll never have babies. I'm Popeye the Sailor Man!" (toot toot) Classic.

Spinach

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Bozeman, MT: My Kind of Town

I thought for fun, I'd share some of my favorite Police Reports from the Bozeman Daily Chronicle with you, the internet. These are absolutely true. They are partly what make Bozeman, MT the town for me!

€ A man on Railroad Street in Logan said someone had broken into his home and given extra water to his dog.

€ A man was vacuuming out his car at a West Main Street business Thursday. The business owner said he could only use the free vacuum if he paid for a car wash. The man said he would buy a car wash after he vacuumed his car, but that never happened.

€ Two men apparently got into a fight at a North Seventh Avenue gas station Monday. One man began assaulting another man with a squeegee, then fled the scene.

There are oh, so many more, but we'll leave it at that for now.

Bozeman, MT: My Kind of Town

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Little Bird


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Little Bird

Of Plagues and Pleasure

Last night was the best night of my life.
Our Little Bird discovered Ring Around the Rosey. You know - that old Black Death-era ditty that rhymes about the sores people get from the plague, how they put poseys in their pockets to mask the smell, and then they all fall down and DIE? That one.
We've been working with her on her gross motor skills since she is perfectly content to sit in one location and have us bring her toys all day long. So, last night, we started singing that song, holding hands and standing in a circle. Well, she was standing. Her father and I were towering over her on our knees. After making her fall on her butt about 27 times, the spirit took over in her, and she wanted to do it herself OVER AND OVER AND OVER again!
Every time she'd fall down, she'd grab my hands again and try to pull her self up, then sing in her babbling way, and fall down way too early - somewhere during the line: Ring around the rosey. So yeah, pretty early.
It didn't matter.
She had learned how to fall down on her butt (a major step, really). And she was singing.
At one point, while we were singing, she pointed to the rings on my finger. I said, "Yes! Rings!" And then I caught myself and said to W. with disappointment, "Oh, Man! Now she's going to think this is a song about rings on your finger."
As if I'd want her to picture the REAL rings this song was about.
Ah, beautiful beautiful Black Death.

Of Plagues and Pleasure


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