tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34191192011-12-14T21:33:11.114-05:00*Other People's BoogersMargarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.comBlogger5111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-76249782870400809232010-05-04T19:51:00.002-04:002010-05-04T19:58:54.450-04:00

I was spending a school year with my aunt Carolyn in Ithaca NY after several unsuccessful years in the Cambridge, MA public schools. My aunt sent me to an alternative school where we did "Tuesday Projects" instead of having regular classes. So, on Tuesdays, you'd do something you loved, like art or music or getting stoned in the art room (This was 1981)... But me and another group of sixth

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I sold my last horse in 1998 in the Spring. It was like a great weight had been lifted off of me emotionally and financially.At the time I had no idea how ridiculously common it is for amateur riders like myself to be completly "over-horsed." I had never been a particularly timid rider before I got him but I was terrified of him by the end of it. He was wonderful on the ground and on trails but

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On Aprils 23 I will have been married for 10 years. I remember being single and meeting jerks/guys and wondering if a guy could be "the one." When I met Rich and after our 2nd date, I knew I was on to something really good. He asked me to date him exclusively and I had to think about it. I called him the next day and said "Um, yeah. I think you're right." And he said. "Awesome. It's going to be

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It's all about feet. A lot has changed in the horse world in the last 12 years. This isn't surprising. I think of the conflicting pregnancy advice I got with two pregnancies 18 months apart and well, experts on just about everything change their minds a LOT.One thing that's changed are boots: riding boots. I used to have a pair of black, Michelan Man tire winter riding boots. They had a velcro

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One of the things that's different this time around is my tolerance for that horsey smell. When I was a kid I loved the smell of horses. All the smells. But not so this time around. It's particularly strong this time of year the horses are wooly and you can't bathe the manure stains out properly plus with the horses wearing blankets that are caked with ground in poop and it smells like, well..

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I came to the Patriots Party late in life. Somehow giving birth to a boy-child shifted my DNA in such a way that I've come to love football. Last Sunday Rich and I went to the Wildcard game between New England and Baltimore at Gillette. Here we are before the game:We were cautiously optimistic about New England's prospects. Just my luck going to the first home play off game we've lost since 1976.

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Just been thinking about her a lot lately...Here's some shots of her daughter with the girl that I sold her to. In retrospect I should have kept her. But she did really well with her.

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The last time I saw Micheal was 4th of July, 2009. He talked to me a lot about what to do with my life. He was a big believer of following your dreams and I've felt stalled in that department for a long time. I have a job that I really like, but that I will never be passionate about. I'm good at it. The money is just fine. I get GREAT benefits, including the best health insurance plan on the

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I've been struggling to find an identity for this blog since the fall and the result is that I have mostly stopped writing. Now that my son is in school, I'm less comfortable blogging about my kids. And this was a blog about parenting and babies. Now they're not babies. Their struggles are becoming more private and it doesn't seem fair to blast them over the Internets. My son is quirky and

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My loyal reader Pat (probably my only reader since I began my summer long blog neglect, brought on in no small part by my addiction to Facebook) asked me why I wasn't writing about kindergarten. The answer is simple, I just don't know that much about it. Other than the brief asides I have with his teacher four times a week, I have no idea how it's going. He started school a few days late because

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I came home from the memorial last Sunday, shell shocked and grieving. And then I spent the following week in the hospital with Eric. There were a really terrible four hours of the ambulance ride and watching his O2 sats drop in spite of the oxygen and medication and hearing words like "portable chest x-ray" and "decreased breathing sounds" and "lung and collapse."They put an IV in him and I

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We returned from the memorial on Sunday night to a boy who seemed to be catching a cold. By about 3:00 AM his breathing was short and he was really working for it, so I gave him some albuterol through a spacer and eventually I nebulized him to get him through to morning. Eventually he fell into a fitful sleep, breathing heavily. I took him to the doctor first thing but he started to go down hill

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The year was 1995 or so and I was years away from having children, but still for some reason was walking around with a finger monster puppet in my coat pocket. It must have been winter, because I remember which coat I was wearing and it was a warm one and that the puppet had come from my cousin Donny. He is a podiatrist and used them when he treated kids. He'd pop the monster up from under their

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1988, September, Sarah Lawrence College: I decided I wanted to get to know the members of a newly formed glowing couple. The couple didn't last more than a few weeks but both of them were my friends until two weeks ago when one of them, Michael died in a tragic accident in Mexico.1989 Andrews House, Sarah Lawrence: Michael gave wonderful head rubs but he managed to leave your hair in hideous

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I was so sad about the CA supreme court upholding prop 8. I still am. It just seems so creepy that some thrice divorced church-going troglodyte gets to vote on somebody else's civil rights. Let's see, what other civil rights can we get a 53% majority to take away? I'm Jewish, my husband isn't. Let's invalidate my marriage in some states while we're at it!In more immediate news, Summer has begun!

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I am a big believer in marriage. I'm so happy that 4 states now allow gay marriage. I think it's a huge step forward. Obviously there's a long way to go before true marriage equality is achieved. But I'm absolutely giddy that this is happening. Giddy! I tells ya!But something's been bugging me. I keep seeing this "50% of all marriages end in divorce!" statistic thrown around willy nilly. And all

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But alas, I have no fresh mint. I do have rum, soda water sugar and limes tho...Hmmm..We survived Kaylee's birthday extravaganza. It got ridiculously expensive towards the end. But I didn't want to cook for all those people and to get something gluten free catered is just, expensive. Not that either of my kids ate the pizza or pasta with chicken and spinach that I got. But at least I know that

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It's getting harder to keep up with those hairs. Not quite ready to write my Roman a Clef about my mustache. But perhaps I'll come to terms with it eventually. At least it's blond.Kaylee is turning three in a couple of weeks. We're celebrating this weekend. What was supposed to be a kid party has turned into a free for all of everybody we know with kids and 10 families = at least 40 people. I

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I've been in a cleaning frenzy lately. We've lived her over three years and there are cabinets and closets in my house that have gotten so disorganized that it's almost impossible to find anything and they're half full of garbage. There's things that we put on high shelves to keep away from the kids that we need to move to low shelves to give the kids access to now (like cereal). So, with a

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I am very excited for my kids to start school. But the blogosphere is ablaze with a very specific nightmare that I await with a certain type of dread usually reserved for the gynecologist or oral surgeon.Homework. Not mine, the kids'.I am a slacker mom. I totally admit it. That's why I suck at being a stay at home parent. Oh yeah.. I found a certain groove with it. But it was mostly about

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Things are changing in my house. It's like these great big kids swooped in and ate our little babies and replaced them. But I can't say I miss that phase of life. I love having bigger kids. They play together and genuinely enjoy each others company. It's just so much easier when you don't have to supervise every second of their time.But the most exciting part is reading chapter books to Eric. We

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Rich took the kids sledding at about 8:30 this morning. He decided that he needed to run them early if we wanted to have a nice day later. They were Wild Things with Too Much Energy (TM). I stayed behind because I couldn't quite get it together to go with them. And I must admit that the prospect of an hour to myself was not unappealing.Then we visited a parent Q&A that the director of Prospect

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This is the week that all the schools in Somerville do open houses. We visited the Brown School and the Kennedy School yesterday. Today we visited the Healy/Choice and the Argenziano.This is an emotional process for the most part. My kids are very different and what might work for one, might not work for another. I want a school that has a solid arts program that can nurture a budding engineer. I

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The snow was thick and light enough to stick to the trees in the yard behind my house. Usually I wake up to the snow pushing against the back windows, but the trees are barren. But this morning the branches were thick with snow and it was still falling. It was magical. And I barely left the house all weekend.I'm not enjoying the winter. Due to a terrible tactical error on Rich's part, my driveway

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First of all.. Congratulations to Baltimore. That was a surprise. I always root for the blue state teams. And I like to root for the underdog. (even if they took our spot). Enough about the playoff's. I want to write about something much more emotional.Choosing a kindergarten.We visited our first public school today, Prospect Hill Academy. It's a charter school about a half mile from my house.

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Kaylee bit holes in three different pacifiers in the last week. Tonight she bit a chunk out of the last one and that was it, she's done. She has to be. If she bites the tip off in the night, she could choke on it and that would be unthinkable. So, suddenly, way before we had planned it we are just done with her 'passy'She is totally dependent on them for sleeping. She has been almost since the

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I'd rather do it because the Jets lost and not because we lost to Buffalo. We listened to the Patriots on our way up from Connecticut where we were visiting the In-laws. I wondered when I heard the reports of the goal posts being blown askew, why would New Jersey have an indoor stadium and Buffalo plays outdoors? And why in the Hell does New York have three freaking teams? New York sports make no

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Mommy, is the Grinch just pretend, or is he a real person, like Santa Claus?

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I never submitted it anywhere... But I liked it a lot after a year, so here it is.The Mommy WarIt's Thursday evening in Boston, Massachusetts. Molly is disheveled after a long day at work. Her makeup is smudged but her hair is holding up well, as if she's recently brushed it. Her suit jacket is wrinkled and carelessly thrown over the back of her chair and she's feeling grateful that her husband

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My old (circa 1984) friend Zack commented that I haven't aged much when he saw my college picture below. I'm not so sure about that. I think we take at least 10 years off when we see people we've known forever. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my father out of the corner of my eye when I'm not expecting to see him. It's like seeing yourself in a mirror when you don't recognize yourself for an

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An old friend just posted this pic to Facebook. It's from a "Dress as your Favorite Work of Art" party at Sarah Lawrence circa about 1990 or so.I thought it was worth sharing here... Damn I had good hair back then!

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I've been really enjoying the Patriots this year, but I realize that I am a fair weather fan. I only like it when they win. When they lose, I can't bear to watch. Like everybody else in Boston, I was completely spoiled by last season (until the Superbowl of course). But it was a really fun six months and a really sucky half hour.Tonight during the Steeler's route of the Pats, I jumped up and

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When we did our big renovation in 2005, we saved about 10k by just roughing in the master bathroom, and another 5 or so k by leaving the master bedroom as one HUGE room instead of cutting it in two and putting the closets in as the final plans called for. At the time, we wanted to get our addition built and cutting a couple major things out of the plan was the difference between being able to do

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My grandma Pearl would have loved Obama. She was a true liberal and oh so open minded for anybody, let alone somebody who was born in the 1910's. She had an open heart and home for people of all races and sexual orientations and knew how to celebrate the things that make us all different and the same. Like most people who lived through the Great Depression she was frugal to a fault when it came

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I'm just so jazzed. We woke up Eric to show him what happened tonight. It won't mean much to him today. But he'll remember that his mom woke him up to show him the birth of a new world.So, I'm exhausted and I have to be at work at 6:00 AM tomorrow. But I just don't care. I'll just run on adrenaline for the next 24 hours...So happy.

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Sorry... I just don't think I'll be able to blog until after the election other than this short note.Halloween was fun. Both kids dressed up as Bob the Builder and we got a ton of candy over at Crescent Street in Cambridge.So, on November 5 or 6 you can either find me ecstatic or in total despair. It's like waiting to find out if you have a terrible disease or something. "Doctor, do I have McPain

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I have this lump on my right breast. It's nothing dangerous, the doctor called it a sebaceous cyst and it kind of gets infected from time to time, and it's a bit unsightly when I'm wearing a bathing suit but it really annoys me. I've renamed my right breast "Lumpy" so of course my left one has become (much to the dismay of my husband) "Eddie Haskel." Once the lump goes away, their names will

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My schedule changed due to some childcare swaps this week and my dad was supposed to pick up E from school. I was at home slogging my way through a headache that wouldn't subside and my phone rang.It was one of E's teachers informing me that nobody had shown up to pick him up.Ouch.I yanked miss K out of her nap and drove over to E's school. I expected him to be tearful and recriminating. But he

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I kind of maxed out on Chick Lit. Since the Romance publishers started churning them out, like well, Romance novels they have lost their edge. They're all sex and shoes these days. I still have my favorite authors, Marian Keyes, Jennifer Weiner, Lisa Jewell and Jenny Colgan who's books I buy in hardcover (or in Jenny Colgan's case, pay international shipping). But so much of it is just girl meets

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I took the kids to a park in our old 'hood today. Eric described it to me and exactly how to get there. I was pretty sure I knew the one he meant, but I let him navigate. He sat in the back seat and imitated the GPS."Turn Left!" So, I did."Turn Right!" (thinking to myself... He know left from right now? When did that happen. I think I was about 11 before I figured that out!)"Now Go STRAIGHT!"And

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I am so busted.I'm thinking of getting a Cassel Jersey to replace my ENORMOUS men's XL Flutie jersey that I could fit my entire family in. So, a backup quarterback jersey is not unprecedented for me. I picked Flutie the first time around because I'm a Boston Girl and I thought that drop-kick thingy was really cool. But it's just way too big. It goes down past my knees.Rich is ready to order me a

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One of the things I like the least about my post-work personality is that I'm always rushing the kids. When I wasn't working, I had all the time in the world to do just about everything with them. If they took an extra hour to get out the door on the way to Trader Joe's well, so what? It killed an hour of a fairly long and sometimes lonely day. Children, especially MY children don't do anything

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This working mom is nothing like me. OK, aside from the fact that she seems to be completely evil. I picture her eating a fresh moose liver while standing over her newly gutted kill holding a knife with blood dripping down her face while she laughs and laughs. But the spotlight on her as the epitome of successful working motherhood is just dangerous and irresponsible. Who needs the Family Medical

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How did this happen?

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Eric had a graduation from preschool on Wednesday. His last day was Friday. The graduation was fun. The kids came in and put plastic lei's over their mother's head. When E put mine on, I grabbed him and hugged him and he went soggy in my arms and hugged me right back. I do not take this for granted. I will not get these big soggy puppy hugs where I can kiss him as much as I want indefinitely.

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I saw a facebook group today called: I Dont care How Comfortable Crocs Are, You Look Like A Dumbass. I bought myself some purple Mary Jane crocs about a month ago and I've been wearing them in public ever since. Oh the shame of it. Nothing says, I HAVE MADE A CONSCIOUS DECISION TO LET MYSELF GO than a pair of crocs on an adult. I resisted for many years but somehow this summer, after watching my

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-26265006878769992272008-08-14T21:13:00.002-04:002008-08-14T21:20:41.133-04:00

Warning: Whining is about to ensue. If you do not enjoy my whining, please don't read this!So, Thursdays we do take-out. Most other nights, I cook. Tonight it was Indian and I ordered some mild Tikka Masala and waited.The Masala was not mild. I've ordered from this place a million times and I know what it should taste like and this was NOT it. It was WAY too spicy to be anything approaching

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-90238644863803767562008-08-12T21:04:00.002-04:002008-08-12T21:17:52.685-04:00

Seriously, not one of these women could fill out a AA bra. None of the swimmers, skaters or volley ball players. Have female athletes been secretly undergoing breast reduction surgery? I don't get it. Figure skaters have breasts, why not gymnasts? I thought there were age limits this year so they couldn't complete those pre-pubescent children any more. It's just creepy seeing so many women in

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-89808212282582540862008-08-11T19:00:00.004-04:002008-08-11T19:18:38.721-04:00

My dad's latest Farm Folly has taken shape. It's a tall, narrow outbuilding complete with a cupola that I have nicknamed Francis Ford. The walls are up and the roof is enclosed. Eventually he'll shingle the roof with recycled slate from an old project on Beacon Hill. The kids are looking forward to sleeping in the little house. The entire horseshoe driveway is now dotted with renovated little

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-32209036672817990662008-08-07T19:13:00.003-04:002008-08-07T19:24:53.352-04:00

There was a sick cat lurking in my neighborhood. He was badly injured. The skin on his neck was hanging off of him. He lurked in my back yard and I would feed him because he was hungry and homeless and needed a friend. Whittemore seemed to like him and seemed to bring him around.But he kept getting sicker, and his neck kept looking worse. So, the good folks at Somerville Animal Control lent me a

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-27797555704730465842008-07-25T12:31:00.000-04:002008-07-25T12:32:56.311-04:00

Just found out that there was a New X-Files movie released. Last time around, I saw it ON the release date and bumped into about 10 of my closest friends at the theater.Who am I??I just don't know anymore.

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-21619888851807726292008-07-07T15:01:00.002-04:002008-07-07T15:17:03.107-04:00

When Eric was about 14 months old, he and Rich had a terrible stomach virus in the same night. Rich was incapacitated in bed and Eric would weep and beg for water that he would puke up on me within 10 minutes. There was a blizzard raging outside and the windows were shut tight against a frigid night, sealing in the wretched stench of human effluvium into the room with us.It was a long night. But

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-69930199569426278722008-07-06T21:29:00.002-04:002008-07-06T21:49:16.653-04:00

I needed to work some downtime into the weekend. The kids had been running since 7:30 AM. I actually managed to bribe, convince Eric to take a bit of a crepe I had made. He was prepared to eat 5 bites, but he nearly gagged on the first one, so I let him stop there.But I was very pleased. He's suddenly been about 1% more willing to try new things. This is progress. He wanted some of a muffin I had

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-42337699423201588732008-06-29T21:51:00.003-04:002008-06-29T22:15:10.283-04:00

Following a tip from today's Globe (paper edition --couldn't find it on line) we we went down to the new North Point Park. It's kind of across the McGrath O'Brien from the Science Museum. The article said that it's been "unofficially open" with very little fanfare since December. But why?It. Was. Fabulous. There were FOUR sets of playground equipment for kids ranging from about 2 to 12. It juts

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-88958021817621187152008-06-28T13:04:00.004-04:002008-06-28T13:27:03.734-04:00

Eric did not get sick or show any signs of gluten exposure from the 3 goldfish crackers he two Sundays ago. It's been nearly 2 weeks so, I can assume we're out of the woods. But why? I've seen him get really sick because a piece of soba got mixed in with his rice pasta at a potluck. The soba and surrounding rice noodles were removed, but the next day he was in too much pain to go to school. Three

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-33156292467884573162008-06-25T07:16:00.001-04:002008-06-25T07:17:29.882-04:00

Last time I checked, they were still 2 and almost 5. When did they become moaning teenagers about getting out of bed in the morning?This does not bode well for the next 15 years.

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-14177020472082667062008-06-16T13:39:00.003-04:002008-12-10T21:14:26.203-05:00

This print is from one of my favorite posters ever. I had it in my dorm room in college and as I sit here wondering when a goldfish cracker (or 3) will make my son so sick it takes on a whole new meaning.Feeling a bit sad at the moment.

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-26627998126220666302008-06-15T19:16:00.003-04:002008-06-15T19:27:35.836-04:00

They were in the back of the car eating something. We were nearly home from a weekend on The Farm out in Colrain. I hadn't remembered packing them anything to eat, but Rich usually does most of the packing, so I assumed he'd left a snack pack of sorts within reach.Instead, Eric had fished a year plus old bag of goldfish crackers from the back pocket on the seat in front of him.When I turned

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-35925335404884797362008-06-09T19:58:00.004-04:002008-06-09T20:11:20.388-04:00

I spent half of the weekend in my office replacing a system board in my server. It decided to die on me on Friday afternoon after I had left for the day. This caused to miss most of my sister's graduation party, because I was upstairs on the phone trying to figure out what was going on scheduling HP to come in and replace parts. Then I stressed my way through the part that I did attend. I found

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-70069004518865649222008-05-30T20:09:00.003-04:002008-12-10T21:14:26.499-05:00

Girls on Film: 25 years Later. Girls on Film.We saw Duran Duran on Wednesday night. I give the experience a big fat, "Meh!"We saw them back in 2004. It was the first show in the US on their reunion tour, and it was the first concert ever at Agganis Arena. The place was pulsating with energy and excitement. Simon was gracious and genuinely thrilled to be there. He was vibrating with disbelief that

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-30169408572101189912008-05-28T12:07:00.002-04:002008-05-28T12:17:39.435-04:00

So, we went out to Western, MA this weekend and went screeching out the door to catch a nice dinner in Shelburne Falls and then we headed into Greenfield to catch the new Indiana Jones movie.The movie was beyond silly. Even within the context of the George Lucas, Spieldberg, Indiana Jones world. The plot could have been made up by a 10 year old on a rainy afternoon. But in spite of all that, I

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-85833373683961399752008-05-15T20:20:00.001-04:002008-05-15T20:21:45.833-04:00

My husband (who had NO idea that I had lunch with my friend Jeff yesterday) sent me the following:Did you have lunch with Jeff today? ____________________________________________________________The following appeared on Boston.com:Headline: California's top court overturns gay marriage ban Date: May 15, 2008"In a monumental victory for the gay rights movement, the CaliforniaSupreme Court

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-53248666741888252172008-05-15T13:49:00.002-04:002008-05-15T14:06:36.372-04:00

It started back in 2003 just before my 33rd birthday. I had lunch with my friend J.P., and within a day, Ontario Court of Appeal confirmed that current Canadian law on marriage violated the equality provisions in the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms in being restricted to heterosexual couples.Then that November, we had lunch again and the Goodridge decision came out. And our lunch dates

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-11677705743037098052008-05-14T19:56:00.003-04:002008-05-14T20:14:59.281-04:00

Oh Thank God.My cousin Sammy is hopefully sleeping off 30 hours of travel and grime from his tour in Iraq. He spoke to my mom once he hit American Soil earlier today and was en route to Rhode Island. We were going to go meet him at the airport, but he took an earlier flight so we weren't able to get there. But he's coming over on Friday and we're hosting a huge family bar-b-que. Chocolate cake

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-77296552668537532082008-05-11T21:11:00.002-04:002008-05-11T21:25:56.529-04:00

When I was a girlMy mom and I would always talkI picked flowers everywhere that I walked...-When I was a Boy by Dar WilliamsWe spent the weekend at The Farm in Western, MA. Thanks to my dad's sense of poetry, the hillsides are covered with thousands of different varieties of daffodils. Eric spent his days outside and coming into the house with his hands behind his back grinning broadly. Then

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-59658200429946727922008-05-03T16:11:00.003-04:002008-05-04T08:21:30.434-04:00

I was clearing out my drawers today and found a 25 year old T-Shirt.It was given to my sister around 1985 when she turned 20. It says: twentysomething in the font from the TV show thirtysomething. My dad used to play basketball in it. It's huge and I generally use it as a nighty in the summer. It's a faded brown where it used to be a dark black and the fabric is so thin I wouldn't be surprised if

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-72100807208001834962008-05-01T20:05:00.002-04:002008-05-01T20:11:14.427-04:00

So, Eric (4.5) and I were making some muffins today when he turned to me and said "How did I get into your tummy?"My tongue immediately tied up in knots. "Uh. Why were you wondering that?" Just act casual. Maybe he won't notice you're sweating."I just am." typical Eric answer to almost every questing regarding his motivations."Were you talking about it in school?" Stall!! Stall!!"No, I was just

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-33534108873509582042008-05-01T19:39:00.002-04:002008-05-01T19:56:28.411-04:00

I keep having things happen throughout the day that I think, I should blog about this! Then evening falls, the kids are in bed, the house is quiet and I'm like what the hell was I going to write about? It's happened to me every night this week.It's been a bit of a slow week. Rich worked very late on Tuesday and I found myself googling guys I dated in the early '90's. It was entertaining to say

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-11214595255537008902008-04-18T20:05:00.003-04:002008-04-18T20:21:37.691-04:00

The display on my little pink RAZR phone died yesterday. I took it out of my pocket to check for missed calls and it was dead. It resurrected briefly, long enough for me to frantically type my phone numbers into a text file... but now it's totally gone.So, I called AT&T where I believe I've been a customer since before they were Cingular... I think since 2000. Figuring that since I'm an old

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-28921915834527769792008-04-16T21:36:00.002-04:002008-12-10T21:14:26.793-05:00

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-87101231366416237422008-04-16T21:25:00.007-04:002008-12-10T21:14:27.709-05:00

A few family pics of my new two year old daughter...

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-49899362506521095522008-04-15T16:36:00.002-04:002008-04-15T16:48:07.269-04:00

I'm sick. Fever, chills and it feels like somebody stuffed sweatsocks into my various sinuses. It was coming on yesterday when Eric was complaining about stomach pain after school. He put himself down for a nap, which is unheard of these days and he proceeded to cry in his sleep, also a first, so I took him to the doctor.She pressed on his belly and sent us off to the ER to get checked out for

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-46742014062796987582008-04-07T20:30:00.006-04:002008-12-10T21:14:28.282-05:00

We went to see the Lemonheads perform their 1992 blockbuster album It's a Shame About Ray last Tuesday at The Paradise. I've been aware of the Lemonheads at least vaguely since the '80's. Evan Dando was a couple years older than me and went to Commenwealth high school with the older siblings of some of my friends. In 1989 I was stranded in London and staying with one of those older siblings and

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-52000382768499335972008-03-31T15:59:00.003-04:002008-03-31T16:25:26.801-04:00

Childcare is one of the most wrenching decisions that working parents make. It never quite meets your needs, it's always way more than you want to pay and around Cambridge, it's too much work on top of that. The programs themselves are usually high quality with wonderful caring teachers. But the financial and time commitment it takes to keep these programs running are quite daunting. Every

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-45899907173773029352008-03-24T18:49:00.003-04:002008-03-24T18:59:43.033-04:00

I've made the mental leap and decided to join a CSA this summer. I found one that has a pick up in Harvard Square on Wednesday afternoons. It's about three blocks from my office on a day where I'm there all day. There is the part where I lug 15 lbs of veggies home every week, but I'm strong like Bull! I haul my nearly 25lb daughter a half mile on a regular basis.This is a huge turning point for

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-4849884439226548662008-03-23T17:17:00.002-04:002008-03-23T17:27:46.340-04:00

The air was thick with woodsmoke and maple steam at the sugar house today. The man running the burner was beaming."It's been a great year." he told us. "Last year the season had ended by now. But with all this freezing and thawing the sap is just gushing out of the trees.We spent the better part of the morning driving up and down mountain dirt roads checking out sugar houses and sampling maple

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-3714178246552530662008-03-16T19:24:00.003-04:002008-03-16T19:42:20.371-04:00

Either one of my children is barking or there is a dog somewhere outside my house.We went to the Spring Flower Show at the Bayside Expo Center today. The kids were just spectacular. This is one of those days that I will cling to in my heart when it's hailing outside and the kids are tearing strips off of each other and the house is in chaos and it's hours until bedtime and there's no calvary on

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-18187712156023594412008-03-09T13:58:00.002-04:002008-03-09T14:02:21.865-04:00

I'm leaving at six for my first business trip in over three years. Usually when I get on a plane, I am trying to make sure my entire family gets on it with me and I am too busy to stress too much.See, I HATE flying. I really hate it. I hate airports, and flight attendants and sharing tiny spaces with complete strangers. I hate Lilliputian bathrooms with toilets that seem able to suck the entire

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-60186999647861524602008-03-05T15:22:00.002-05:002008-03-05T15:35:37.106-05:00

Eric ages out of his current preschool next year, and we missed the kindergarten cut off by a day, so we enter what is known in parenting circles as the Mother F$$#CKING Pain in the A$$ Limbo Year. It's a year where we either hire a nanny to drive him to the one public preschool in Somerville or we invest in a year of private preK/daycare.When I wasn't working, it seemed reasonable for me to

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-70343950103532546552008-02-26T19:20:00.002-05:002008-02-26T19:23:46.719-05:00

Eric is officially eating again. He still says his stomach hurts if I corner him on it. But he no longer volunteers this information. A month ago, he was creeping into our bed and periodically moaning about his stomach. Now he creeps into our bed and I don't know until I wake up with him there. Where did YOU come from?He's back up over 40 lbs again, only 3 pounds below where he was in July. I'm

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-85796290911869027202008-02-24T13:43:00.003-05:002008-12-10T21:14:28.841-05:00

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There was a dinner party tonight at my mother's house in Cambridge where she has no driveway and we are about halfway through ten inches of snow. It's about a fifteen minute walk from my house in Somerville. My original thought was to put Kaylee in a sling, even though she's a little big for that and have Eric hike with us.But Rich had a better idea. He got our biggest sled out, attached solid

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-12899573688402150072008-02-21T20:59:00.003-05:002008-02-21T21:03:26.279-05:00

My husband is downstairs vacuuming the gluten off of all of Eric's blocks. We thought we had done that, but E played blocks tonight and got down to the bottom of the toy chest and there was a huge wealth of gluten at the bottom. Old crackers, cheerios and apple jacks from last May or before, just waiting to poison my baby boy. I'm sure he didn't eat any and he had a bath after he played with the

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-90649526394460627872008-02-19T20:19:00.002-05:002008-02-19T20:31:10.078-05:00

The rain was slapping against the windshield and we wondered what kid of idiot would head to the zoo in the rain? Our kind of idiot, as it turned out. There were only two other cars that weren't parked in front of the service entrance.But the kids bolted from the car and ran, taking great care to splash through every puddle grinning like maniacs. It was nearly sixty degrees in February, and rain

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-31005590221102918242008-02-16T21:09:00.002-05:002008-02-16T21:16:58.789-05:00

Somehow in a 2 week period, my nanny is having surgery, I have Jury Duty, Rich is having a surgical thingy that will require me to pick him up. And I'm going to Arizona on a business trip.I got the jury duty moved from Framingham to Somerville, so that will make life easier. I've done it once before. I sat around for a morning and they sent me home. My sister and parents have all been on juries

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-57454362188579379102008-02-15T14:57:00.002-05:002008-02-15T15:04:58.959-05:00

When I was growing up, whenever anybody farted or smelled anything bad, we'd say "Oh, Daddy!"Baby in the car soils her diaper: "Oh Daddy!"Driving past a cow farm? "Oh Daddy!"Walking past the sewer treatment plant when it's broken "Oh, Daddy!'But Kaylee is 22 months old. She couldn't possible know about this little joke, right? But then the other night she was hanging out with her dad, and totally

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-41716709410560888752008-02-09T09:26:00.000-05:002008-02-09T09:38:06.832-05:00

I didn't watch the last second of the game on Sunday. I don't know what's going on with me. My whole identity as a sports-hating artsy-fartsy chick has been thrown into question. I can't blame high school for my hatred of all things football. It's not like there were a bunch of mean jocks who used to torture the Fat Kids. I had Matt Damon for that :-). In the 80's in Cambridge, football was not

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-63785987230897932452008-02-04T15:03:00.000-05:002008-12-10T21:14:29.553-05:00

It wasn't because I didn't make fabulous gluten free Patriots Cupcakes:It wasn't because we weren't wearing our Jerseys all day.It must have been that F*cking red sweatshirt that Bellichick was wearing. There's no other explanation.

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My kids put this tiara on me on Thursday afternoon. And I just couldn't bring myself to take it off.

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Kaylee woke up yesterday with puffy eyes. I thought I was imagining it when Rich didn't see anything amiss. Then he woke me up from my nap yesterday afternoonand said he was worried about all the eye boogers oozing out of her. Hmmm... One phone call to the doctor and a little tube of antibiotic goo later, we are fighting a run of the mill case of CONJUNCTIVITIS!She's pretty cranky and fights the

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-14860974730609142382008-01-27T18:23:00.000-05:002008-01-27T18:33:12.685-05:00

He finished his dinner tonight. For the first time in over a week.Perhaps all these vitamins are starting to work. My fingers are crossed. He says his stomach still hurts the same, but the only real barometer I have is how much he eats. If he won't eat, it's pretty bad. If he eats, it's getting better.We had a surprisingly good day, all things considered. My sister, her boyfriend and my niece

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-42586263137998113052008-01-26T12:56:00.001-05:002008-01-26T13:07:24.716-05:00

We all had a stomach virus back in November. First Kaylee, then me, then Eric then Rich. Eric was hit the hardest and has not completely recovered.We have been in and out of the gastrointerologist's office and there isn't anything wrong with his blood work. But his stomach hurts and his appetite is almost nonexistent. He's lost about five pounds since his weight jumped up over the summer. I know

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-27023358150305660642008-01-24T20:58:00.000-05:002008-12-10T21:14:30.105-05:00

A commenter pointed out that, they get my car and $2600 and I get nothing at the end of it. That's pretty much the deal when you're going from a car you own outright to a lease. But usually a lease is closer to $200 on a car like an Odyssey when you give them a ten year old car.I'm OK with that at this point. If I like the car, I'll probably buy it out, which is how I ended up with the Accord.

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-228324387312193312008-01-20T14:55:00.001-05:002008-01-20T21:15:43.107-05:00

The new purchase has been made. Yesterday, I got a good lease deal on a 2008 Honda Odyssey LX. I saw an ad in the Globe on Saturday morning. But I was in a coffee shop, so I didn't tear out the ad. It just seemed rude. It said Cambridge Honda would lease me an Odyssey LX for $109 a month with 20% down. I thought, this is a good deal at my favorite dealership. We've bought two cars from there and

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-75108491728292284682008-01-19T14:21:00.000-05:002008-01-19T14:30:48.211-05:00

Eric got cranky yesterday afternoon and asked for my mom. So, I called her and figured they'd chat. He's starting to enjoy talking on the phone a bit. They hatched a plan for her to come over tonight and when I got back on the phone, she said "do you want to go out tonight?" to which I said something along the lines of "HELL YES!"So, Rich and I got the rare dinner AND a movie. Once the default,

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-65489866796194977792008-01-18T15:58:00.000-05:002008-01-18T15:59:34.970-05:00

"I want L to pick me up from school EVERY day, Mommy.""Why," I ventured. "Why do you want her to pick up up every day. I she more fun than me?""No, Mommy. L is prettier than you. That's why I want her to pick me up every day."

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-25226930564662795302008-01-16T20:15:00.001-05:002008-01-16T20:17:10.673-05:00

I am AWESOME! Three of my best friends are pregnant, all due in June and I predicted the gender of their babies correctly all three times.Well, in as far as their ultrasounds said, I was correct.

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-89828581078572968142008-01-16T14:34:00.000-05:002008-01-16T14:43:25.961-05:00

1. The day of the December snowstorm, before it started snowing, I dropped off 3 prescriptions from E's pulmonologist.2. I came in two days later to pick them up and they didn't have them. They hadn't been filled because of the storm. But they found them and said they would be processed.3. A couple days later I came back and picked up ONE prescription. They lost the other two. They said they

Margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10604334018204789380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3419119.post-21756296720242390652008-01-15T14:29:00.000-05:002008-01-15T14:30:41.540-05:00

"I want L to pick me up from school EVERY day!"Sigh... I knew this day would come. But how can you be ready for the day when your kid prefers the nanny?I mean, really.

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