Over the next 24-48 hours virtual cranes, bull dozers and sweaty hot men will be working on giving my website a little make over. Wear your helmets and watch for falling debris.
Don’t get mad at me if something falls out of the sky and hits your face. This is a construction zone. Be careful and patient. Thanks!
Has anything hit you yet?
Okay. You’re fine. Now listen up people…
There are a lot of you out there. Back in September when I started this blog there were two of you. Let’s just say, I don’t feel so alone anymore. And I’m SO glad you’re here. But because you are, I feel compelled to clean up a bit.
I’ll be dusting every corner, washing the sheets and painting.
Thankfully I’m not working alone. There are two men helping me. Yay! Men. They’re so productive when they want to be … (they’re my friends so I can say that).
Both landed in my life thanks to fate and dumb luck. Without them this website wouldn’t be able to fly.
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No husband to pamper me + one adorable two year old son who has no concept of holidays = me, treating myself to a new ring, a new super cute hat and an even cuter new dress! (I know, I splurged. Oh well)
If you haven’t already - go treat yourself. Even if it’s just some new nail polish or a magazine!
And HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY my single mamas!
Did you pamper yourself today too? Were the kids good? So far Benjamin has been especially pleasant, minus dumping an entire bucket of toy dinosaurs out at the store and locking himself in the dressing room. That was fun.
For the past three nights Benjamin has insisted upon sleeping in my bed.
Suddenly, after two years of sleeping in his own room, he wants to sleep in mommy’s bed. Last night, I went up and soothed him back down - four times - four times! Finally, I gave up and brought him downstairs.
Could this be a blessing in disguise? With Benjamin in my bed every night it would keep me from letting a man into my bed - prevent any flings with unworthy bedmates.Read more »
You’ll hear Kathie Lee Gifford admit she doesn’t even use computers and then proceed to tell Heather B. Armstrong, “I have mixed emotions about it (her blog), I have to be honest with you - you seem like a lovely lady - but there’s something that worries me about it…the safety issue of putting your kids online.”
Heather (who looked hot!) then tries to throw it back on her…”well, you live in New York City and you walk down the street…”
Then they cut Dooce off and ended the story. So far no post from Dooce but she did say this on Twitter right after the interview:
“I am not going to twitter what I’m thinking right now. I AM SHOWING RESTRAINT, INTERNET”
Can’t wait to read her slam.
And by the way, here’s Kathie Lee Gifford’s “blog” - which we can now safely assume is a total fake. Too bad the producers didn’t prep her before the show - “Kathie Lee, don’t forget - you have your own blog.” Oops.
Recently someone described me as a frog in a microwave. (I’ve been slammed with projects lately).
“What? What in the hell does that mean?” I ask, my eyes are probably bugging out of my head with stress.
“It’s like you’re in there, and if you’re in there much longer … you’ll explode.”
A few days ago I read a brochure about frogs dying off and rapidly nearing extinction. Amphibians, it said, are like canaries in a coal mine - they are among the first species affected by environmental stress…their decline serves as a warning to other species, including humans. Fabulous.
Feel like there’s something with this frog theme.
And last month Benjamin’s audio CD from Giddio was about frogs. About three kids trying to save some local frogs from a highway construction project.
Are the frogs trying to tell me something? Am I nearing extinction from sleep deprivation and a heavy work load?
Warning: this is what happens to single moms who do not get enough sleep. We start thinking about frogs. Sleep single parents - STOP reading this blog and go to sleep.
This frog is definitely going to pass out and wake up with her two-year-old prince. How old are your princesses and princes? How do you manage to keep up with them?
I’m a dating single mom. It’s hard. Very hard. The dating part. The single mom part, not so bad. You get used to it. You adapt and pretty soon, you can’t imagine life any other way. But the dating part - it can be a drag.
I am not in urgent need of a man to “save me.” It would be welcome, but it does me no good to pine for someone to sweep in and make my life easier. It took one year for me to come to peace with this. One year to suck it up and get over the fact that I’m on my own.
This weekend I was pondering my break up with Kris. And then I read Lori Gottlieb’s now famed “Marry Him!” article. I’d read it before, but this time instead of boiling over with rage I could see some of her points. Read more »
Been thinking of Kris lately. I’ve had a few weak moments pop up over the past few days. I try to squelch them… try not to wonder why. Songs like this help. And plus, Bob Dylan is beautiful.
What are your favorite break up songs? Songs that take you back but still push you forward?
P.S. I’m fine really, actually in very high spirits! Just have my moments…
I am a long time supporter of yours. Months ago, I hopped onto BarackObama.com and joined your fantastic online community. Nice work on that social network by the way. Very nice. I have found lots of cute men in my area who are also card carrying liberals…and I feel like I am truly part of a movement with like-minded individuals.
However, I think you need to read this. Because I can’t help but notice, that my e-mails from either you, Michelle or your campaign manager are increasing in frequency - to as many as three a day!
I hate to admit this, but like other brands (and, yes, you are a brand), I get a bad taste in my mouth for anyone who spams the hell out of my inbox. And, after a while, I just don’t open them anymore. In other words, you’re being annoying. And annoying is not good.
Please, please, for the love of the Democratic party and all things holy - please stop breaking the e-mail laws of etiquette! It’s just bad form.
I still love you and will still be voting for you in November.
He saw the car pull up my Mom’s driveway and stood there in disbelief. Could it be, could it be Mommy’s car? When he spotted me behind the wheel, his little mouth dropped open and just stayed open … hanging there as he ran to me in a stoic force of energy that only a two-year-old can harness.
“Mama!!! Maaaammmmmaa!!”
Big, deep hugs and lots of laughing and kisses ever since. Read more »
Over the next 24-48 hours virtual cranes, bull dozers and sweaty hot men will be working on giving my website a little make over. Wear your helmets and watch for falling debris.
