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Blasted Blender

Posted on November 23, 2006

Read the directions Amanda. Before writing the menu in ink, consult the recipe and directions. I had no idea the freaking lentil soup that I was serving ala the Grand Dame of Everything Spectacular in House and Home Miz Martha Stewart herself in a baked half squash, needed to be blended. Our hand mixer died last Thanksgiving and our blender is missing its lid. Of course we have the plastic thing from the lid that you open to drop things in, but no lid. Too late to go back. I took out a box of Saran Wrap…WTF with the metal strip onthe side for ripping the plastic? They’ve been making this stuff for what, 50 years? And they still can’t make something that actually…

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Princess Pastry

Posted on November 22, 2006

Looking at this dress hanging on a rack (no offense Debbie) is an assault on the senses. So many layers of garish pink man made fabrics with sparkles and jewels and metallic threading. The crown is a chintzy kind of gold thing and there is a Barbie medallion front and center on the bodice of the dress. But dear lord, put this dress on Briar and you better stand back. Some sort of combustion occurs and the dress and Briar become irresistible. She looks edible. This picture makes me feel as if I am standing in an upscale bakery, a display case in front of me filled with the most over the top, buttery, sugar creme cookies imaginable, each prettier and more tempting than…

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Night Terrors and Unsolicited Late Night Nursing

Posted on November 22, 2006

I have a confession to make: There is a small part of the night terror phenomenon that I enjoy.I love leaping from my bed and running to Briar. I love being there before she realizes she is looking for me. There are plenty of times when she cries and I leave her for a moment or two. I understand letting them work it out. But sometimes sweeping in in a magnificent flourish of mama magic, wrapping her in my arms and nuzzling her neck and whispering, “I’m here baby. Mama is right here. I’ve got you. It’s ok.” while I rock her to and fro is perfect. Sometimes she’ll stroke my face or mold her body to mine. I know this time is so…

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Get the Works

Posted on November 22, 2006

So a few months back my mom said to me, “Why don’t you make an appointment to go to a salon or a spa and have the works done. I’ll pay. Moms need to do this kind of stuff.” I think she meant it both ways…young moms (this is when Sean would chime in: You’re not that young…so help me marrying a younger guy has its challenges- it’s like 33 months,but he loves to treat it like more.) Ok, by young I mean the moms that have toddlers in relation to the moms that have adult children. Anyway, I think she meant I need to do this kind of stuff from time to time and she needs to get to be the one to…

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