tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216173175726321912024-03-14T01:44:15.644-07:00Her GraceHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-58275702792411717902008-10-27T06:41:00.001-07:002008-10-29T11:02:22.854-07:00It's Been FunHer Grace the blog is officially shut down as of today. Let's all have a group hug.Blogging's been good to me. It gave me a place to express myself when I felt like my brain was turning to mush from being around toddlers all day long. It helped me connect with new friends, and even brought me closer Bean, for which I will always be grateful. It also gave me a place to share all the little Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-22751365352251685032008-10-25T09:47:00.000-07:002008-10-25T09:48:26.542-07:00Wassup Guys, 8 years laterHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-87049789934205612552008-10-24T05:37:00.000-07:002008-10-24T05:45:12.815-07:0025I've lost a significant amount of weight exactly three other times in my life:1) before my wedding2) when I had gallstones3) on a successful, but not well planned diet.Three times, I gained it back:1) on my honeymoon2) immediately after my gall bladder was removed3) when I decided I could cheat "just this one time."During those three times, I lost:1) 17 pounds2) 20 pounds3) 22 poundsToday, theHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-40431329022216701412008-10-09T17:50:00.000-07:002008-10-09T18:21:26.726-07:00Little SkipperParty Girl has gotten a bad rap lately. She's been cranky, clingly, anxious. Some days, the only person she'll even talk to is me. She refuses to eat anything put in front of her, but begs day and night for treats. But the worst part of this stage for me is the sleep. Because I'm not getting any of it.I put PG to bed at 7:30 where she immediately conks out. Then by 1 AM, after I've been a Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-51847826876923812582008-10-07T10:43:00.000-07:002008-10-07T10:45:04.635-07:00ClassyMcCain and Palin get dirty.This kind of campaign is an insult to their supporters, people who care about actual issues. They should be ashamed of themselves.Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-16698875993685064792008-10-01T10:05:00.000-07:002008-10-01T10:29:41.699-07:00Where I've BeenIt's been so long since I blogged, Blogger pretended not to know me.I've been quiet, I realize. I've popped in a couple times to write about the girls, what's new, the fact that I dropped a pant size(!), or that I just can't get over the fact that half of America is serious about the McCain/Palin ticket, but then I didn't.It's a combination of a couple of things. Work has really taken off, and Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-14684125774555997462008-09-13T18:45:00.000-07:002008-09-13T18:47:22.312-07:00Her parent's daughter"I notice that a lot of your school friends go to Sunday School. Is that something you'd like to try?""I don't know.""Ok. You can think about it. I'd take you if you wanted to go.""I don't want to go.""Why not?""Because then I'd only have Saturdays off."Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-21470428730955104292008-09-05T17:31:00.000-07:002008-09-05T17:40:49.380-07:00Shy ReduxSass and I were chatting today, on our way to pick up a fellow kindergartner whose mom needed some babysitting help. Sass and this particular kiddo seem to be a good match, and I can tell said kiddo really wants to be Sass's friend. But they are both, as referenced in my last post, shy."Bella sat next to me at lunch today and talked to me the whole time," she said.And then I did exactly the Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-18518687168179530892008-09-03T10:26:00.001-07:002008-09-03T10:37:06.427-07:00Shy"Mom? Today we played a game called ABC tag in the gym." Sass sounded excited."Cool! How do you play?""Well, if you get tagged, you have to say the ABCs before you can unfreeze.""Wow. Sounds like fun.""Only, no one tagged me.""That's because you're fast, sister.""No. I mean yeah, I'm fast. But they didn't even try to chase me. Isn't that weird?""Why do you think they didn't chase you?"I Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-14637617288462887942008-09-03T08:30:00.001-07:002008-09-03T08:31:28.034-07:00Left BehindHe he he. I love you John St*ewart. Even if you dissed me.Clip here.Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-41237844770347231442008-09-02T14:33:00.001-07:002008-09-02T14:43:57.229-07:00Cleaning house"Tomorrow while you're at school," I told Sass, "Party Girl and I are going to clean and organize the playroom."She got a big grin on her face."Why are you smiling?" I asked, knowing."I don't know.""Is it because you'll be at school and miss all the work?"Giggling. "Yeah!"We are not an organized household. But once a year or so, I get the bug and today was it. I tore apart the playroom and theHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-50448641973188795042008-08-27T18:52:00.000-07:002008-08-27T19:10:35.811-07:00CSA -- Week of VarietyWe have tomatoes coming out of our ears. Which is really poor planning on my part, since no one around here eats tomatoes but me. Today, I gathered up every tomato I could find, from fridge, garden, and windowsill and made tomato soup. DELISH. Next year, I'll probably plant too many tomatoes again. They're just so rewarding when they start to take off, I can't resist. This week, similar to Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-54887220617946436352008-08-25T17:56:00.000-07:002008-08-25T18:27:11.199-07:00First DayIt's really very strange to me, this putting my child in the care of nearly perfect strangers, even if they are certified educators. Last year was easier, maybe because her teacher was clearly very organized, tender and dear. Maybe it's because preschool was so self-contained. But today, I found myself in a quandary over milk. Do I:a) Let her get school milk and juice at lunch?orb) Put a Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-77121597446295497582008-08-23T19:24:00.001-07:002008-08-23T20:23:28.617-07:00KindergartenShe came fast and furious, with little regard for the fact that birth canals can only stretch so far, so fast. She refused every bottle I gave her, even the one that was shaped like a breast, and resolutely nursed until she was 18 months old. After that, she would only drink chocolate milk. Determination doesn't even begin to describe it.The last five years alternately feel like a blur and Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-3454173266744244112008-08-16T15:16:00.000-07:002008-08-16T19:40:50.879-07:00Vacation Vignette #1: Proof that His Grace is Out to Get MeVacation, Day 1: Climb to the top of an enormous dune. Last year, I only got halfway and quit. This year, I made it to the top. Just as I sat down to pass out catch my breath, they all started to run back down. No rest for the overweight and sedentary. See that tiny little speck at the very top? That's HG. Sass is up there somewhere too. I didn't take this picture from the bottom of the Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-57032550969166615292008-08-10T12:59:00.000-07:002008-08-10T13:06:06.270-07:00A gift for youI'm unplugging for a week, hitting a not-so-distant shore to soak up the last few bits of summer with His Grace and the girls.And because you know that I love you all, I'm sending you an early souvenir. Don't say that I never did anything nice for you:I desperately want one of those men to be my next President. I'll let you figure out which one.Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-36477760125597394682008-08-08T05:58:00.000-07:002008-08-08T06:05:12.520-07:00CSA Week I'm Getting Tired of Blogging ThisWhen I dropped off her share to another woman in our driving group, she smiled through gritted teeth: "More vegetables. Thaaaaaaanks. I'm eating vegetables for breakfast at this point!" Given, she's a single woman getting a full share, but I can see her point. This food is lovely and there is plenty of it and we should all have such problem, eh? I introduced her to my friend THE DEEP FREEZE.Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-28327787936415971632008-08-07T07:53:00.000-07:002008-08-07T07:55:15.263-07:00Big GirlYesterday, hands full of groceries, I handed Sass the keys to the house and asked her to unlock the front door. She did. Curious, I said, "While I unload, why don't you make PG and yourself sandwiches for lunch?" And she did.Right now, she's vacuuming the living room floor.I might be getting a little weepy about kindergarten, but I could get used to having a big girl (or two) around!Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-3093974683708897432008-08-05T18:59:00.000-07:002008-08-05T19:09:39.907-07:00My beloved music tyrantAt one point in my life, I had my own CD collection. I am certain of it. I know I had 50, 75, maybe even 100 CDs.Then I married His Grace, who had -- at that time -- maybe 1000 CDs. Slowly, my collection disappeared. "Where's my CDs?" I'd ask. "Right there," he'd say, pointing at the veritable wall of CDs. I got intimidated just looking at it. How could I remember what CDs I had once ownedHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-21547435478467222282008-08-04T11:02:00.000-07:002008-08-04T11:18:03.870-07:00John McCain thinks ur stoopidI think that, at this point, if I was a John McCain supporter, I'd be pretty offended.John McCain doesn't think that you think about the issues. He doesn't think that you think about the war, the economy, the environment. He doesn't think that you're a thinking, breathing, feeling, complex person. Instead, he thinks that you can be tricked or scared into voting for him.Take his two latest Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-21520226897529323782008-07-31T17:05:00.000-07:002008-07-31T17:22:06.945-07:00CSA -- Week WhateverBetween a huge dust-up we had at work last week, the kids being sick, and losing our poor, sweet Pesh, our local (and, let's face it, our healthy) eating habits have suffered. Party Girl has been subsisting mainly on ice cream and chocolate shakes, since those are literally the only food I can get in her right now, with her cough, headache, and sore throat. (I, on the other hand, have been Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-56362806878562049052008-07-30T08:17:00.000-07:002008-07-30T08:46:55.061-07:00FuneralYesterday was both peaceful and terrible, just like I thought it would be. I have this remarkable ability to stuff all of my feelings about a situation away, perfect denial, so when the moment comes, it almost feels surreal...like, "Is this really happening?" That's how I felt yesterday when the vet rang my doorbell, even though I'd spent the whole day spoiling my cat in preparation for that Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-31621808145537889852008-07-28T18:39:00.000-07:002008-07-28T19:10:32.259-07:00Peshi(When I put up that last post for Bean, I had no idea I'd be saying goodbye to my own cat this week...)She came into my life like an impulsive decision. Then 20-year-old me thought, "I want a cat," and so I went and got one. It didn't seem to matter that I lived in an apartment that didn't allow pets, or that I hadn't conferred with my five other roommates. Still, she was sweet little calico Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-8518206401242533172008-07-24T19:11:00.000-07:002008-07-24T19:14:33.614-07:00I'm buying a tortoise tomorrow.This is for Bean, who lost her beloved cat last week. Everyone send big hugs her way.http://view.break.com/293055 - Watch more free videosHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-621617317572632191.post-6892895575249858182008-07-22T19:45:00.000-07:002008-07-22T20:31:40.276-07:00CSA Week #7You know what? I'm really going to miss this CSA when the season's over. This week:potatoes!garlic (which I have a funny story about, see below)radishes... man, oh man, am I tired of radisheslotsa green beans! The only veggie PG eats without coercion!one lovely cucumberkohlrabisummer squashthree big bags of greens:arugulasalad greensendive (which took me 30 minutes of googling to identify)In Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4