I haven't updated here in forever. I do check LJ everyday and post to communities, but I never have the urge to post a journal entry.
I should record my latest adventures as a college professor, doctoral student, real estate slave, mom, and current pregnancy. I'm due in September...and no, I don't know what the gender is yet. I'll hopefully find out in a few weeks.
So, we need to get our main house finished soon- five of us won't be happy in a converted barn...even though I love this house. It is usually only 2 -3 of us since Ralph is working/living in France now. John & I are flying out in June. I hope he can spare a couple of days to come home before then though.
The house in Pawling is on the market. We've gotten an offer, but they are asking 60k less than what we are asking. I am not a charity, but I would love to sell it to them. Our financial burdens would be so much less if we weren't paying to renovate and maintain an empty house.
OK. That's enough for now. I have to leave you yearning for more.
I should record my latest adventures as a college professor, doctoral student, real estate slave, mom, and current pregnancy. I'm due in September...and no, I don't know what the gender is yet. I'll hopefully find out in a few weeks.
So, we need to get our main house finished soon- five of us won't be happy in a converted barn...even though I love this house. It is usually only 2 -3 of us since Ralph is working/living in France now. John & I are flying out in June. I hope he can spare a couple of days to come home before then though.
The house in Pawling is on the market. We've gotten an offer, but they are asking 60k less than what we are asking. I am not a charity, but I would love to sell it to them. Our financial burdens would be so much less if we weren't paying to renovate and maintain an empty house.
OK. That's enough for now. I have to leave you yearning for more.
Do you know what happens in the northern hemisphere in the summer? It gets hot. The past few weeks have been dog days of summer hot, but summer just started. I knew this would happen because of how mild this winter was.
I guess it beats a gloomy cloudy summer- which is what we've had for the past few years. I just hope the energy companies can keep up the demand.
For now, I'll put my sunscreen and bug spray on and ride the wave.
I guess it beats a gloomy cloudy summer- which is what we've had for the past few years. I just hope the energy companies can keep up the demand.
For now, I'll put my sunscreen and bug spray on and ride the wave.
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holyoutlaw:
I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your journal, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."
I'd love it ifevery single person who friended me anybody who felt like it would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal (if you want).
holyoutlaw:I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your journal, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."
I'd love it if
I'm down 3.6 lbs this week. I didn't starve, I didn't feel deprived- I just ate foods that are better for me (aka minimal processed foods/flour). I hope all of this helps get my cholesterol down. I don't want to end up with heart disease.
Funny thing though- when I work out for 30-35 minutes on the elliptical, it tells me that I've burned about 360-380 calories. I feel like I work really hard for those calories. When I do my Exerbeat on the Wii for 30 minutes, it tells me I've burned 344-360 calories. I don't feel like I've worked as hard as on the elliptical. I mean, I dance and move and get my heart rate up, but not as severely as on the elliptical. I'm not sure if either is correct. I guess the numbers don't matter as much as the fact that I'm moving.
Funny thing though- when I work out for 30-35 minutes on the elliptical, it tells me that I've burned about 360-380 calories. I feel like I work really hard for those calories. When I do my Exerbeat on the Wii for 30 minutes, it tells me I've burned 344-360 calories. I don't feel like I've worked as hard as on the elliptical. I mean, I dance and move and get my heart rate up, but not as severely as on the elliptical. I'm not sure if either is correct. I guess the numbers don't matter as much as the fact that I'm moving.
I didn't work out today. I didn't have time to make it to the gym this morning, but I WILL GO tomorrow morning (Sunday is a short day for them).
However, I chased my son around the beach for a while though. I would have done laps in the pool but it was super crowded and I didn't have my goggles. Why do I always lose goggles? and hairbands, and nail clippers, and my mind?
I did watch my food carefully...even with the lobster for dinner. The three beers weren't planned but much appreciated after being in the hot sun all day (as well as a dark basement for a while).
However, I chased my son around the beach for a while though. I would have done laps in the pool but it was super crowded and I didn't have my goggles. Why do I always lose goggles? and hairbands, and nail clippers, and my mind?
I did watch my food carefully...even with the lobster for dinner. The three beers weren't planned but much appreciated after being in the hot sun all day (as well as a dark basement for a while).
I don't really post here anymore, I don't really think I have any readers here.
*Insert cricket noises*
I've been going through a lot lately. My husband has a new job in France, so he's gone. My dad died, so he's gone. My mom needs help with so much stuff, so I'm helping her. I'm trying to get our money pit rental house finally fucking ready to go on the market so that my brain has one less thing to worry about. I'm dealing with an ADD architectural drawing dude for our CT house who can't seem to follow simple instructions. I'm trying to be a good mom. I'm trying to lose at least 50 lbs. I'm trying to stay sane. All the while my husband wants me to quit my job, leave this all behind and live in France with him.
Did I mention it was 100 degrees here today?
At least I went to the gym and ate well (aka followed weight watchers). I'm alive and breathing.
Silver lining right there.
*Insert cricket noises*
I've been going through a lot lately. My husband has a new job in France, so he's gone. My dad died, so he's gone. My mom needs help with so much stuff, so I'm helping her. I'm trying to get our money pit rental house finally fucking ready to go on the market so that my brain has one less thing to worry about. I'm dealing with an ADD architectural drawing dude for our CT house who can't seem to follow simple instructions. I'm trying to be a good mom. I'm trying to lose at least 50 lbs. I'm trying to stay sane. All the while my husband wants me to quit my job, leave this all behind and live in France with him.
Did I mention it was 100 degrees here today?
At least I went to the gym and ate well (aka followed weight watchers). I'm alive and breathing.
Silver lining right there.
Originally posted by seanan_mcguire at Dear girls of the world today...
seanan_mcguire at Dear girls of the world today...Dear girls of the world today;
There is nothing wrong with you.
Everything I see, everything I read, everything I hear, is geared toward telling you that something is wrong with you. You're too fat. You're too thin. Your skin is terrible. You look too young. You look too old. You're too smart, you're too dumb, you talk too much, you don't talk enough, you're broken, you're flawed, you're bad. And all those things are lies. They are exaggerations. They are designed to pick on the things you feel insecure about, and convince you that you will never be happy unless you force yourself into their standards of perfection.
They will tell you that you are weak; that girls can't deal with spiders or do math or love snakes or run nations or be scientists. They will tell you that you must be indecisive, flighty, more interested in the interests that are chosen for you than the ones that you choose for yourself. They will tell you that you have to change yourself to suit them, and then they will keep moving the goalposts, so that you're never done changing, and you're never allowed to be you. And they are wrong. They are so, so wrong, and you are better than the lies they tell you.
If you are a girl, you are a girl. Period, finish, end statement. It doesn't matter what you look like or what you enjoy doing. It doesn't matter what your assigned birth sex is or was. It doesn't matter who or what or why you love. All that matters is that you love, and that you accept that you are you, and you are awesome.
It's okay if you love pink. Some girls genuinely do. I genuinely do. Once, we would all have been viewed as cross-dressing and weird for liking pink, which was a male color. Times change. If you want to own your own pinkness, do, and don't let anyone tell you that makes you less of a feminist.
It's okay if you hate pink. You're not denying your gender or letting down the side, or anything else like that. You're a person, and there are a lot of colors out there to fall in love with. I recommend orange, green, and anything that sears your retinas.
Frills and lace and high heels and makeup are all fine. So are denim and combat boots and tattoos. So is everything between those extremes.
Collect dolls or knives or books or interesting rocks. Watch horror movies or romances or cartoons. Run races; go to spas. Eat cake or lettuce. Buy yourself a toy light saber and make your own wooooom noises while you wave it around; build a cardboard castle and chuck plush mushrooms at your would-be rescuers. Live your life, the way you want to live it, and understand that no one can kick you out of "the girl club" for doing it wrong, because you're not.
You're doing it exactly right, and I love you for that.
Corn maze love,
Me.
There is nothing wrong with you.
Everything I see, everything I read, everything I hear, is geared toward telling you that something is wrong with you. You're too fat. You're too thin. Your skin is terrible. You look too young. You look too old. You're too smart, you're too dumb, you talk too much, you don't talk enough, you're broken, you're flawed, you're bad. And all those things are lies. They are exaggerations. They are designed to pick on the things you feel insecure about, and convince you that you will never be happy unless you force yourself into their standards of perfection.
They will tell you that you are weak; that girls can't deal with spiders or do math or love snakes or run nations or be scientists. They will tell you that you must be indecisive, flighty, more interested in the interests that are chosen for you than the ones that you choose for yourself. They will tell you that you have to change yourself to suit them, and then they will keep moving the goalposts, so that you're never done changing, and you're never allowed to be you. And they are wrong. They are so, so wrong, and you are better than the lies they tell you.
If you are a girl, you are a girl. Period, finish, end statement. It doesn't matter what you look like or what you enjoy doing. It doesn't matter what your assigned birth sex is or was. It doesn't matter who or what or why you love. All that matters is that you love, and that you accept that you are you, and you are awesome.
It's okay if you love pink. Some girls genuinely do. I genuinely do. Once, we would all have been viewed as cross-dressing and weird for liking pink, which was a male color. Times change. If you want to own your own pinkness, do, and don't let anyone tell you that makes you less of a feminist.
It's okay if you hate pink. You're not denying your gender or letting down the side, or anything else like that. You're a person, and there are a lot of colors out there to fall in love with. I recommend orange, green, and anything that sears your retinas.
Frills and lace and high heels and makeup are all fine. So are denim and combat boots and tattoos. So is everything between those extremes.
Collect dolls or knives or books or interesting rocks. Watch horror movies or romances or cartoons. Run races; go to spas. Eat cake or lettuce. Buy yourself a toy light saber and make your own wooooom noises while you wave it around; build a cardboard castle and chuck plush mushrooms at your would-be rescuers. Live your life, the way you want to live it, and understand that no one can kick you out of "the girl club" for doing it wrong, because you're not.
You're doing it exactly right, and I love you for that.
Corn maze love,
Me.
Minnie Driver
Who is your look-alike?
What's the last thing you bought?
I'm on board...it's Thanksgiving month, and I
need to be reminded of all the wonderful blessings God has bestowed upon me. So, each day I'll write one thing I'm thankful for.
#1. My health, without it I wouldn't be here. Too many people take their health for granted.
I'm on board...it's Thanksgiving month, and I
need to be reminded of all the wonderful blessings God has bestowed upon me. So, each day I'll write one thing I'm thankful for.
#1. My health, without it I wouldn't be here. Too many people take their health for granted.
Apparently Facebook connect is working again. I actually stopped posting here because I didn't want to have to do it twice.
Yeah, I'm THAT lazy.
So, I guess LJ land will hear from me again...that's if I have enough time to write with everything going on.
Just to update: Still a mom, but I'm starting as an adjunct prof @ a NY college next week. Teaching two sections of the same class. So, I have to go to campus Wednesday afternoon and Thursday mornings. This works out well when I'm staying in NY, and works out semi-well when I'm staying in CT. We'll see how it goes. I hope it works well because I want to continue part-time teaching until we the house reno is done and we are in C T full time. Then I want to teach college full time (which is still only three days a week average).
The next big step is to return to my PhD work before my welcome expires. Anybody want to write a dissertation for me?
Yeah, I'm THAT lazy.
So, I guess LJ land will hear from me again...that's if I have enough time to write with everything going on.
Just to update: Still a mom, but I'm starting as an adjunct prof @ a NY college next week. Teaching two sections of the same class. So, I have to go to campus Wednesday afternoon and Thursday mornings. This works out well when I'm staying in NY, and works out semi-well when I'm staying in CT. We'll see how it goes. I hope it works well because I want to continue part-time teaching until we the house reno is done and we are in C T full time. Then I want to teach college full time (which is still only three days a week average).
The next big step is to return to my PhD work before my welcome expires. Anybody want to write a dissertation for me?
I'm a sucker for a good duet. I love when people sing to/for one another. A long time ago I started listening to She & Him (Zooey Deschanel & M. Ward). My husband recently just payed attention to one particular song of they recorded, You really got a hold on me, that I have on a CD in the car (my ipod station in the Jetta is busted). He downloaded it for himself while in Singapore, well because he misses me:) Now he's even further away somewhere off the coast of Indonesia and I'm here in NY listening to sappy duets on a Saturday night.
So, I share with you two of my (and his) favorites:
For good measure I'm including our wedding song. A duet of another kind and perfect for Ralph & I...Santo & Johnny's Sleepwalk:
So, I share with you two of my (and his) favorites:
For good measure I'm including our wedding song. A duet of another kind and perfect for Ralph & I...Santo & Johnny's Sleepwalk:
Can someone tell me what kind of tree this is?
It has white blooms next to small green leaves.
EDIT: Found! It is a pear tree.
Carry on.
It has white blooms next to small green leaves.
EDIT: Found! It is a pear tree.
Carry on.
Pic for Benchilada's internet monkeys post.
When we purchased our new property in October the records said that the dwelling was from 1910. The property consists of two homes. The first is the main house that has one addition and the second is an old carriage house/work shop of sorts that is now a loft style house.
The main house was turned into two apartments with two separate entrances. We are in the process of restoring it back into a single family home. This also requires gutting the entire home. Yippie!
It is a lot of work but totally worth it.
So, long story short, Ralph was demo-ing the second floor and found a 2x4 with W.A.Carroll written across it. We've always wondered the whole history of the house. We have bits and pieces from neighbors and locals, but can't find anything over the internet. We know that one of the past owners was Martha Bailey aka Maba. She was a local African American artist. She used the carriage house as her studio/gallery.
So, I called the Norfolk Historical Society to find out more info. The curator Ann called me back and knew immediately who W.A.Carroll was. She did some more research and we went to see her. First off, they are having an exhibit of African American history in Norfolk and there is a portrait of Maba in the front entrance. She then showed us a picture from 1891 of William Carroll, his siblings Joseph and Julia , and father Thomas in front of their house....our house! It looks different because there is no porch, the siding is different, and the addition is missing, but I knew immediately it was our house.
She also showed us a picture of Thomas Carroll's oxen on the street. His oxen were well know apparently.
So, she kindly scanned the photos for me. We are going to frame both and put them in the house when we are done.
On a further note, we did more research online when we got home and found out that Thomas the father died in 1900 at 45 years old. The wife and children lived there for many years (ancestry.com ends at 1930). William was a carpenter and had a son named Thomas, but Joseph and Julia never married. Joseph was very involved in the town and owned the Hardware Store. Julia was a housekeeper on a local estate. I have some more research to do. I love this stuff.
So, here's the house (click on it to make it bigger):
The main house was turned into two apartments with two separate entrances. We are in the process of restoring it back into a single family home. This also requires gutting the entire home. Yippie!
It is a lot of work but totally worth it.
So, long story short, Ralph was demo-ing the second floor and found a 2x4 with W.A.Carroll written across it. We've always wondered the whole history of the house. We have bits and pieces from neighbors and locals, but can't find anything over the internet. We know that one of the past owners was Martha Bailey aka Maba. She was a local African American artist. She used the carriage house as her studio/gallery.
So, I called the Norfolk Historical Society to find out more info. The curator Ann called me back and knew immediately who W.A.Carroll was. She did some more research and we went to see her. First off, they are having an exhibit of African American history in Norfolk and there is a portrait of Maba in the front entrance. She then showed us a picture from 1891 of William Carroll, his siblings Joseph and Julia , and father Thomas in front of their house....our house! It looks different because there is no porch, the siding is different, and the addition is missing, but I knew immediately it was our house.
She also showed us a picture of Thomas Carroll's oxen on the street. His oxen were well know apparently.
So, she kindly scanned the photos for me. We are going to frame both and put them in the house when we are done.
On a further note, we did more research online when we got home and found out that Thomas the father died in 1900 at 45 years old. The wife and children lived there for many years (ancestry.com ends at 1930). William was a carpenter and had a son named Thomas, but Joseph and Julia never married. Joseph was very involved in the town and owned the Hardware Store. Julia was a housekeeper on a local estate. I have some more research to do. I love this stuff.
So, here's the house (click on it to make it bigger):
Kate got extensions.
http://community.livejournal.com/ohnoth
*headddesk*
http://community.livejournal.com/ohnoth
*headddesk*
Once again, I haven't posted in some time, life is crazy even though some days I don't even get outside.
I got a Belgian waffle maker as our family pool (secret santa) gift in my dad's family. So, I decided to make waffles at midnight on New Years- since I can't get drunk and my husband is hundreds of miles away and in another time zone. Well, they were great! The real maple syrup didn't hurt either.
I made them again this morning and added some sugar and vanilla. They were even better. I had half with butter and maple syrup and half with nutella (yes, the crack in a jar) sprinkled with powdered sugar. Giovanni loved them too, almost as much as his pants, the floor, and his hair. I should have taken a picture.
I still want to make them and have some ice cream, strawberries and chocolate syrup. Oh, the things I look forward to! Food.
Speaking of, I need to stop eating so much and get off my ass more. I guess now that the boy has started to crawl I'll be moving more, but still not enough. I don't believe in making new years resolutions, but I know I need to make a serious change before my health is truly in jeopardy.
Anyway, this has gotten serious although it was meant to be a fun post about waffles.
Ciao!
I got a Belgian waffle maker as our family pool (secret santa) gift in my dad's family. So, I decided to make waffles at midnight on New Years- since I can't get drunk and my husband is hundreds of miles away and in another time zone. Well, they were great! The real maple syrup didn't hurt either.
I made them again this morning and added some sugar and vanilla. They were even better. I had half with butter and maple syrup and half with nutella (yes, the crack in a jar) sprinkled with powdered sugar. Giovanni loved them too, almost as much as his pants, the floor, and his hair. I should have taken a picture.
I still want to make them and have some ice cream, strawberries and chocolate syrup. Oh, the things I look forward to! Food.
Speaking of, I need to stop eating so much and get off my ass more. I guess now that the boy has started to crawl I'll be moving more, but still not enough. I don't believe in making new years resolutions, but I know I need to make a serious change before my health is truly in jeopardy.
Anyway, this has gotten serious although it was meant to be a fun post about waffles.
Ciao!
I didn't breastfeed my son today. It was weird. He's 8 months old today. I wanted to make it to 12 months, but 8 is pretty damn good.
He doesn't seem any worse for the wear, I've been weaning him slowly and giving him a lot of cuddle time. Now, maybe I can lose this weight I've gained from the lactation meds.
I'm sad.
He doesn't seem any worse for the wear, I've been weaning him slowly and giving him a lot of cuddle time. Now, maybe I can lose this weight I've gained from the lactation meds.
I'm sad.
My pirate name is:
Bloody Morgan Vane
Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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It has been so long since I've posted that I'm embarrassed. Things have been crazy here. I now have a 5 month old- who is teething and growing like an ox. He's the love of my life and my sweetness, but sometimes I want to run away. Like today. He had many meltdowns in between his fits of laughter. The laughter lets me know that he is OK and healthy which is good, but the crying totally tests my patience. I know it should get better. Not immediately, but at some point.
OK. Enough about my kid. I don't want to be one of "those" women.
I've been gaining tons of weight over the past few years- before and after pregnancy. So, I've turned a corner and am taking care of myself again- doing Jazzercise a few times a week plus other exercises. I'm also back on Weight Watchers and am doing much better. I'm keeping to my points- portioning and making good choices. I have a long way to go until I'm healthy- oh about 70 lbs or so (yeah, I'm embarrassed to even say it). I just need to be healthy- body and soul.
Now I need to read a little and get some sleep.
BTW_ Paula Abdul is an idiot. She ruined DIVAS.
It has been so long since I've posted that I'm embarrassed. Things have been crazy here. I now have a 5 month old- who is teething and growing like an ox. He's the love of my life and my sweetness, but sometimes I want to run away. Like today. He had many meltdowns in between his fits of laughter. The laughter lets me know that he is OK and healthy which is good, but the crying totally tests my patience. I know it should get better. Not immediately, but at some point.
OK. Enough about my kid. I don't want to be one of "those" women.
I've been gaining tons of weight over the past few years- before and after pregnancy. So, I've turned a corner and am taking care of myself again- doing Jazzercise a few times a week plus other exercises. I'm also back on Weight Watchers and am doing much better. I'm keeping to my points- portioning and making good choices. I have a long way to go until I'm healthy- oh about 70 lbs or so (yeah, I'm embarrassed to even say it). I just need to be healthy- body and soul.
Now I need to read a little and get some sleep.
BTW_ Paula Abdul is an idiot. She ruined DIVAS.
My son will be four months on Monday. Once in a while but more often lately he's been unruley during nursing. He's been kicking, hitting, pulling off the breast and all around difficult.
I've looked on kellymom and other sites, but haven't found any tips that work. Do you ladies have any suggestions before I loose my mind?
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I haven't updated in a while. Life has been busy with taking care of my little man. I do have a lot to write about- specifically the Hive Project stuff- and will soon, but this post is strictly about two things.
1. My baby boy is 3 months old today. I know it might not be a big deal to some people, but it is for me because of number 2. He eats, sleeps, and smiles like a champ. He also loves the water, either bath or pool. Super awesome.
2. We've made it 3 months into breastfeeding! Yes, it isn't exclusive, but he gets almost all of his milk from mommy. It hasn't been easy but it is more than worth it. I have major supply issues and eat enough oatmeal for a family of four while taking these damn Canadian pills to help me lactate. I stopped pumping because there is only so much I can do as a quasi-single caregiver. So, he drinks from the tap or gets a bottle if necessary. So far he's a happy, healthy baby who can suck like nobody's business....lol! I'm so proud of him.
So, I'm claiming our three month milestone- the bronze ribbons.
1. My baby boy is 3 months old today. I know it might not be a big deal to some people, but it is for me because of number 2. He eats, sleeps, and smiles like a champ. He also loves the water, either bath or pool. Super awesome.
2. We've made it 3 months into breastfeeding! Yes, it isn't exclusive, but he gets almost all of his milk from mommy. It hasn't been easy but it is more than worth it. I have major supply issues and eat enough oatmeal for a family of four while taking these damn Canadian pills to help me lactate. I stopped pumping because there is only so much I can do as a quasi-single caregiver. So, he drinks from the tap or gets a bottle if necessary. So far he's a happy, healthy baby who can suck like nobody's business....lol! I'm so proud of him.
So, I'm claiming our three month milestone- the bronze ribbons.
My kid slept from 10pm to 7am this morning without waking up.
However, I woke up at 4am (his usual nighttime feeding).
I probably jinxed myself by posting this because he'll probably wake up three times tonight, but I'm proud of him nonetheless. He's 9 weeks old today :)
However, I woke up at 4am (his usual nighttime feeding).
I probably jinxed myself by posting this because he'll probably wake up three times tonight, but I'm proud of him nonetheless. He's 9 weeks old today :)
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