tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924745217725650992012-01-18T01:11:25.484-05:00The Confessions of an Aging Goth MomAlessiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17339841291799725333noreply@blogger.comBlogger2251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592474521772565099.post-57456767442678926112012-01-17T20:15:00.000-05:002012-01-17T20:15:58.118-05:00

Oh boy have I been lax in posting.  Looking back, when I had just one child, I would post sometimes twice, even three times, a week with updates about Dante and whatever we were doing.  Sadly, Dorian is getting shafted big time being the second child, because I am so busy/tired/exhausted/at a loss for subject matter/at a loss of time that I don't blog even half as much as I used. And that's

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Family Snowfall Holiday Create custom new year's invitations at Shutterfly.com. View the entire collection of cards.      

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“The only position that leaves me with no cognitive dissonance is atheism. It is not a creed. Death is certain, replacing both the siren-song of Paradise and the dread of Hell. Life on this earth, with all its mystery and beauty and pain, is then to be lived far more intensely: we stumble and get up, we are sad, confident, insecure, feel loneliness and joy and love. There is nothing

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The holiday season begins the time of year where post after post, story after story, is about how “the Atheist” deals with certain religious situations that occur with each tradition. The past weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, I’ve been bombarded with every typical, “How the Atheist can cope” story on my news feed; from large news providers like The Huffington Post to personal blogs like The

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So I guess by now, everyone has heard about the Atheist group in Orange County that put up a billboard that misquoted Thomas Jefferson.  This is the same group that thought it would be “informative” and “eye-opening” to rip out Bible pages off of a pier.  In other words, at least to me, these are the types of Atheists that I tend to say, “I’m not with them”.  I mean, as Atheists, we are

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Dorian had his 15 month check-up/vaccinations today.  I love the kids’ pediatrician.  He is a kind grandfatherly man who has seen Dante grow up and who is now watching Dorian follow along.  His office also hosts a rotation of Med students circulating monthly through in and out so that every time I go, I am met with another fresh face, who has never seen me or my children before, and who is not

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If you’ve been reading my blog for the FIVE YEARS I have been writing it, you are familiar with my favorite phrase “I’m not racist….but….”.  I’ve blogged in the past about this favorite phrase of mine, in particular about my “not racist” neighbor: the bottle bleach blonde pushing 60, trying to look twenty, whose shorts are so short the world is her gynecologist.  If you want to refresh your

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I recently joined the YMCA in my 'hood and after a few trial of "low impact" aerobics classes, I realized I was too out of shape, too fat, too old, and too uncoordinated to keep up with the Mitzys, Bitsys, Boopsies, and Chickies, in those "look at me I'm so cute in my workout pants dancing to Britney" classes.  So, on a whim, I decided to check out Yoga, because I had heard that it was

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I received my Kindergarten son's weekly school newsletter today and this was one of the subjects of note: This program, called STRIVE (Schools/Students Taking Responsibility for Important Values of Excellence), is not just an occasional emphasis on character but a comprehensive and systemic character education program that will be part of the daily activities of our school including grade level

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Scattered thoughts on the tenth anniversary: How can people say "god bless America" today?  I asked a believer how they can rationalize that statement and they told me that "he" works in mysterious ways. Somehow, and as much as I try to be respectful, I have to, deep down inside, call bullshit on that.  How can one justify such atrocities by labeling it with the benign "mysterious ways"

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With Dante now attending a public charter school, hubby and I were faced with the fact that he was going to have to learn and recite the (stupid) Pledge of Allegiance everyday.  We waffled with the notion of teaching it to him beforehand without the whole "under god" phrase since it was not part of the original pledge and since Dante only knows the word "god" as being a word that we don't yell

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I could sit here and totally lie and say that Nights Three and Four were pieces of cake, but I can't.  I know those of you out there who think I am a cruel mother, abusing her child with this "cry it out" process are smugly patting yourselves on the back, saying "I told you so", but I still think the process works and I am going to continue.  So stuff it. And I mean that lovingly. Night Three

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In the spirit of achieving milestones with our children, Randy and I decided this past Saturday night that it was high time to "Ferberize" Dorian.  No, not Febreeze him (although the way the kid fills up a diaper, one would think that a good dose of Febreeze would freshen him up), but rather the "Ferber Method" of sleep training, better known as "cry it out".  Frankly, at 13 months and 22 pounds,

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Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die I got nine lives Cat's eyes Abusin' every one of them and running wild CHORUS: 'Cause I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back Yes, I'm back Well, I'm back, back (Well)

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Dante Dorian My children celebrated birthdays this week. Dante turned 5 and Dorian turned 1.  If you go back and look at the first couple of blogs I ever posted on Musings from the Crypt, you will see that I was pregnant with Dante and the time and still not technically a mom.  I can honestly say that my children are my entire life and no one who doesn't have children will ever understand

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   Last Friday, my husband Randy's father died. It wasn't sudden, but it also wasn't entirely expected, seeing as the doctor had given a "6 months" prognosis of the cancer that was devastating his body.  It is always sad and difficult when someone dies, but I think that most people don't realize how much more sad and difficult this process is when you are an Atheist.  While his overly religious

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Recently, a friend and fellow atheist parent, Mark Andriesse, was diagnosed with Leukemia. As a core member of Florida Atheist and Secular Humanist (FLASH) Parents, Mark and his wife Angela, along with their two girls, have been a driving force behind the group's success. This is Angela's statement regarding Mark and his health: I don't know if you have all heard but Mark, my husband, was

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I've become a party, unwillingly and unwittingly mind you, to a very odd trend.  It's the "remember when" trend that pops up when you friend old boyfriends and/or flings on Facebook or other social media sites.  While I think that it's fun and cute to reminisce with my fourth grade bf about how we kissed and roller skated to Wham!'s "Careless Whisper" back in 1984, I was not aware that this

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Apparently I went through the whole month of April without being outraged enough to blog about something. I blame lack of sleep.  I promise to return in full snark soon. Until then....I leave you with this:

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In the spirit of this year's 'A' week, I opened up a dialogue on a mom's forum I belong to.  Despite a few posters here and there, it is going pretty well. Here is the link:   Celebrate 'A' Week and Learn Something New!

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Dear Stranger,         I apologize for being so abrupt with you this morning. You see, I was not prepared for you to come up to my open car door, in my driveway, at eight in the morning, as I am bucking my children into their car seats, demanding that I take you to the train station.  I guess I should have assumed that because I politely said, "good morning" to you as you strolled down the

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I know, I know, don't cry. But Justin Bieber went from looking like this: to this: Nevermind that the UK's Daily Telegraph reports that The Beebs donated his locks to charity, the BIG STORY here is that Justin lost 80,000 fans because of it. Really. I'm not kidding. Anyone else think he looks like Hilary Swank in "Boys Don't Cry"?

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I am the organizer of a very successful book club here in South Florida. We have been going strong for almost three years and have an incredible group of members. For next month, we are reading the graphic novel, Maus: A Survivor's Tale by Art Spiegelman. It is the story of the author's father in Poland before, during, and after World War II. If you're not an idiot, obviously you know that

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Apparently, "the Beebs" has alot to say about abortion, sex, health care and other things grown ups talk about when it is past his bedtime. Here are some of my favorite quotes."I really don't believe in abortion," he says. "It's like killing a baby?"- notice that he ended that phrase with a question. No Justin, it's not 'like killing a baby'. It's terminating a fetus. 'Killing a baby' is what

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....well not all the boys. Just one in particular.I love to nurse. I really do. Sure it puts a toll on your boobs and you end up tripping over your nipples, and they get sore and engorged and you sometimes feel like Bessie the Milking Cow, but 99.9999999% of the rest of the time you feel like Mother Earth and suddenly have urges to go buy a pair of Birkenstocks, shop at Whole Foods, and invest

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Apologies in advance if some of the things I discuss in today's blog are a little out of date, but it is virtually impossible to sit down and blog with a very demanding and attached six-month old and and equally demanding four-and-a-half year old. As I write this, the baby which was soundly sleeping is now awake and gurgling in the next room, so on top of the previous apologies, I must add

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That wascally neo-con is back and he's vewy vewy cranky! My comments are in red."I am not insulted or offended by you, simply amused. I surf theInternet looking for deranged libs (in between downloading porn and Ann Coulter sound bytes) and just stumbled upon a few of your comments. I am actually sorry I sent the email as you are awaste of time.(I am such a "waste of time" that they actually

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It's official. I've pissed off a Conservative Idiot. I feel so special. This fucktard took the time to send me an email personally. I am sure it cut into their FAUX News/700 Club marathon. But thanks for taking the time. I must be doing something right!Here's the email:"I have seen many off your posts online and would like to say that youhave sunk to a new low today.Someone as smart as you

Alessiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17339841291799725333noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592474521772565099.post-2076751206976481942010-12-24T20:55:00.002-05:002010-12-24T21:01:17.764-05:00

Santa,What's up? Thanks for coming. Be safe.Please enjoy the milk and cookies Dorian and I left out for you. There are also some carrots and water for the reindeer. I hope you love the Christmas Tree. Thank you for taking a picture with Dorian and me. Have a Merry Christmas and I hope to see you next year.Love,Dante (and Dorian)-dictated to secretary (aka "Daddy")

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Thumbs by Shel Silverstein Oh the thumb-sucker's thumbMay look wrinkled and wetAnd withered, and white as the snow,But the taste of a thumbIs the sweetest taste yet(As only we thumb-suckers know).

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This time of year really annoys me from BOTH sides of the camp. On one side, I've got Christians yelling at me that I am not "allowed" to celebrate "their" holiday because I don't believe in any god or supernatural being, especially the one they chose out of the pantheon of deities (meanwhile most Christians are extremely ignorant as to the whole tree lightning history and are completely

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I know this is a shock to many people, but there are thousands of gamers out there that are not pimply faced teenage boys. In fact, many of them are women of all ages, shapes, sizes, and skill (myself included.) The new Call of Duty: Black Ops released on November 9th to a staggering $360 million opening day total. And yes, believe it or not, many of those buying the game were female.

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I'm Arachnophobic.I am scared of spiders.Yes, yes, I know the irony: An admitted "goth chick" who is afraid of spiders. I mean, aren't I supposed to love everything creepy, crawly, and Halloween related?No. I don't. I am afraid of spiders and anything related to the arachnid family. This includes scorpions, ticks, crabs (not arachnids but scary nonetheless), etc.Now you might think that when I

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Apologies for not blogging as often as I should but Mr. Billy Reuben and Mr. D-Lane have captured my attention and there seem to be not enough hours in the day to get everything done that I have to get done. So, apologies, to my loyal readers and I will try to be more diligent.That being said, I was going to write a huge rant about the elections and my disgust with them, both in Florida and the

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Alessiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17339841291799725333noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592474521772565099.post-15639575202905644372010-09-17T09:56:00.003-04:002010-09-17T10:31:07.532-04:00

Well, it was inevitable in the grand progression of things. Since becoming a mother, I've watched my children achieve milestones in their development. But, I've achieved milestones of my own as well. I became a Soccer Mom; I became a Disney Mom, I sent my oldest son off on his first day of school; and now, I have reached yet another milestone: I have attended my first Parent-Teacher night at

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Now before you jump down my throat and say, "How dare you ignore movie ratings", hear me out! They make no sense! The MPAA are a bunch of people who are telling YOU what is right for your children based on their own personal opinions and beliefs, which may not always coincide with yours! Do you really want someone else telling you what is "appropriate" for your children and what isn't?I recently

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VNV Nation 9/11 TributeI take no credit for this except for its relevance even after nine years.

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I have become that driver. You know the one I'm talking about: That driver. The one you get stuck behind when you have somewhere to go; the one who drives the speed limit, maybe even a little bit under; the one with a line of cars behind it on a single lane road; the one where all you see is the top of a head behind the wheel. Well, that's me now. I am coming clean. You can curse, yell, scream,

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Well, it has been a little over 6 weeks since I officially became a "Mother of Two" and I have to say that it hasn't been as bad as I thought it was going to be. Granted, I find myself being more neurotic with Dorian than I was with Dante, which is odd since everyone tells me you are more lax with subsequent children, but in my case I am exactly the opposite. I am constantly checking to see if he

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As I approach the month marker that Dorian (aka Mr. Billy Reuben) has entered our world, I have to say that it's not as hard or as bad as I thought it was going to be. Granted, we all have our "Holy shit, what did I just get myself into again, but for the most part it's been awesome". That being said, I would like to list a few pros and cons regarding siblings, namely siblings that are exacly 4

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I was infuriated...no wait, inspired (yea, that's it) to write this post after reading Hemant Mehta's post, Too Soon to Learn About Santa Claus, over at his awesome Friendly Atheist site.Since becoming a parent, I have discovered a whole "movement" of people who believe that telling your child about Santa Claus is akin to lying to them and, in essence, is a horrible thing to do. They believe

Alessiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17339841291799725333noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592474521772565099.post-74808566551680866812010-07-24T21:30:00.003-04:002010-07-24T21:56:57.767-04:00

Tonight, Randy and I got to witness our son, The Mack, in action. It all started with a raven haired beauty sitting diagonally from us at Sweet Tomatoes. It began with a smile, a slight flirtation, and ended with Dante and this little girl playing Ninjas in the aisle.What moved me almost to tears (of proud parent, not of sadness...ok a little bit of sadness, since I am the only girl Dante

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So it has been (already) one week since Dorian was born and I'm doing ok, I think. The C-section was an interesting experience to say the least, but were it not for the "cocktail" they gave me that I was allergic to (and consequently threw up from about 5:30pm to 3am the next morning), not a bad experience at all. The nurses and my doctor made the experience so easy despite my fears and the

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In his true narcissistic namesake's fashion, Dorian Shane, arrived one week before schedule on July 13th, 2010 at 4:58pm. He weighed 6lbs. 12 oz. and measured in at 17 inches.Mommy and Baby are doing fine, as are big brother Dante and proud daddy Randy.

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Dante turned 4 today and instead of celebrating with a big party (too much for big pregnant mommy right now to handle) we took him to his Sibling Class at the hospital in order to prepare him in becoming a big brother in about 9 days.He enjoyed the class immensely and did a pretty good job with the tasks at hand like answering questions about hygiene, what babies like to do (he answered

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Dante has become Randy's little Mini Me. Whatever Randy does, Dante wants to do too......which is not always the best thing in the world. Everything from wearing "no shirt just like Daddy" to "I want a glass of tea just like Daddy", whatever Dante says is always followed by "just like Daddy".It is really heartwarming to watch him follow his daddy around mimicking his actions and mannerisms.

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I keep forgetting there is an end result to this pregnancy. Not that I don't understand that there is a baby inside me, but I tend to forget the part where it is actually going to be coming out of me at some point. For example, my mother and I were talking about what I wanted to do for hubby's birthday (August 27th, mark your calendars), and I said, "maybe you can watch Dante and we can go out

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Dante is 2 weeks shy of being 4 yet you would think he was closer to being 14 instead. Why? Because he's started this *lovely* thing called being a copycat.Remember when you were a copycat, mimicking everything your mom or dad said and driving them crazy?Well welcome to my house. SO ANNOYING!!! I will say something like , "Dante please pick up your shoes and put them away" and boom, I hear in

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..."Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--Of cabbages--and kings--And why the sea is boiling hot--And whether pigs have wings." -with apologies to Lewis Carroll.No, not really those things, but I seem to have neglected blogging for a bit despite the fact that I have loads of time on my hands to do so. (insert sarcasm here).So where to begin? I think probably the most important factor going on

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Dante will be 4 in July and still uses a pacifier to go to sleep. He calls it a "woo-woo" because he also has a special pillow that he totes around called his "boo-boo". So the Team is called "boo-boo-woo-woo". Lately (and I think it is a bit of regression due to the pregnancy) he has been "boo-boo-woo-woo"'ing anytime that we are not outside or out of the house at the park or doing errands.

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I seem to have reached that stage in my pregnancy in which I would like to change my mind. It happened with Dante, and I blogged about it then, but in that case four years ago, my mind was being changed due to the fact that I was terrified of giving birth.This time around, I would like to change my mind for completely different reasons. First and foremost, Dante and I have a good thing going

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I'm getting a little sick and tired of having to defend my choices both in parenting and life lately. As I reach my 30th week of pregnancy, I am bombarded daily with random strangers asking some very personal questions and then turning around and questioning my answers, as though I have offended them somehow by NOT choosing the answer they had concocted in their brains.For example, a random

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Today is the National Day of Prayer. It was originally passed into law by Harry Truman in 1952 and stipulated that the President set aside one day a year as a day of prayer. It been going on for 53 years and is an "American tradition".As an Atheist, I don't really care that today is National Day of Prayer, so I was just planning on going about my business like I normally do and just treat it

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Is it a prerequisite to have at least one hot fireman in your firehouse? Do they actually screen for hotness when looking for new recruits? Sure, there are the not-so-hot firemen, but every firehouse I have come across has at least one drop-dead-gorgeous firefighter in it. Today, for example, at the $.31 scoop at Baskin Robbins a few firefighters showed up with the truck so the kids could play.

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I posted a couple of autotunes a while back featuring the scientific philosophies of "the greats" set to music. You can find them here: We Are All Connected and A Glorious Dawn.Turns out there is a whole website, called the Symphony of Science, dedicated to making these wonderful pieces. They are breathtaking, humbling, moving, and most of all beautiful. Here are another three that I've

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I went grocery shopping today.Hang on, let me clarify.I went grocery shopping ALONE today.I don't think anyone but a stay-at-home mom can relate to the beauty of that concept. We are with our children 24/7, from morning to night, day in and day out, 365 days a year, holidays, weekends, and leap years. They're with us when we shower. They're with us when we shave. They're with us when we go to

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For almost four years now, Dante and I have been a team. With the long hours that Randy works and goes to school, Dante and I have been a duo since jump street. When he was a baby, the bond was there but it wasn't as strong as is it now. He couldn't talk, walk, and was just a sleeping, feeding, pooping machine. As the years went on, and he grew and developed, we became "Two" and our bond

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I have reached that stage in pregnancy where I have begun to resemble the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man. No, I am not 80 feet tall and lumbering through New York City trying to eat the Ghostbusters (although I think Bill Murray would be a bit salty), no I am talking about being so puffy, that my shoes no longer fit, my face looks like I was stung by ten thousand bees, and my hands are so swollen

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I have begun to Nest. But, of course, true to form, I'm not nesting the way everyone else nests. As Frank Sinatra once said, "I did it my way", and that holds true to almost everything I do. In this case, I think I have invented an whole new way to Nest: The Italian Way.For those of you who don't know what the term "nesting" means, it tends to refer to a time when pregnant women begin

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Because my son is less interested in "kiddie shows" and likes to watch more "teen-agery" type stuff, the programs he watches (Mystery Hunters, Truth or Scare, Tutenstein, and Time Warp Trio) are all on a channel which breaks for commercials. Bad idea Discovery Kids Network. Baaaad idea. Now, every commercial that comes on, be it Nerf Super Punch in the Face Laser Gun to Skechers Overprices Shoes

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If you know me personally, or have been reading my blog, you know that I am that annoying pregnant woman who is constantly espousing the joys of pregnancy and how everything is wonderful and great when you're pregnant, even when you're barfing your brains out or feeling like Jabba the Hutt's cousin, or pulling groin muscles looking at an ant. Yes, that's me the "I Love Being Pregnant" girl who

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Every morning when Dante wakes up, he calls me from his room and asks if he can come lay in bed with me until it is time to get up. During the week, it's just the two of us and on the weekends (since Randy is off of work) it's the three of us, but this weekend Randy is away for 4 days in North Carolina.This morning Dante woke up and called me and when I told him he could come in and lay he came

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I always like to think I am up on parenting trends and hip to the coolness that is being an awesome mom, so I have been a subscriber to a well-known parenting magazine since Dante was about a year old. I've been noticing recently (well maybe not so recently) that the articles in this magazine range from "Duh, I could have told you that" to "You're kidding me" to "Seriously? You had to write an

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This weekend I worked the It's A Baby and Family Expo and one of the booths was the Miami Birthing Center (I think that was their name). What made this booth really special (other than ours, of course) was the fact that they had an "Empathy Belly" with them and were letting all the dads, dads-to-be, and new dads put it on. If you don't know what an Empathy Belly is, it is basically a huge

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I want time to slow down please. I am already 5 months pregnant and it's going too fast! This is the last time in my life I will ever be pregnant and I want to savor each moment, each nausea, each ache, each get-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-to-pee moment, every single bit of it. Yet when I look back and realize that 5 months have already passed, I get very upset. SLOW DOWN TIME! This is it

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Mr. Bean19 weeks 3 daysWaving "hello" to the world outside

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We are intending to send DS to a private Montessori school for the 2010-2011 school year, but just as a back-up and out of curiosity, I got all the paperwork and applications to enlist him in a Free VPK (Voluntary Pre-Kindergarten for the uninitiated) instead. The VPK folks were at the YMCA yesterday so I figured I would check it out. First and foremost, 99.9999999% of the schools offering VPK

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Lately when someone asks me what I am having and I say, happily mind you, "Another boy!", they give me a sad face and say "Awww shucks, another boy. That's too bad". Um, excuse me but fuck you. What kind of reaction is that when someone says they are having another baby? I usually look at them and snarkily say, "What the hell is that supposed to mean" and the person usually recovers with "Oh I

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I would like to add a few very important other DO's and DON'T's for a Disney Family trip:DO pack drinks, snacks, cold cuts and bread to make sandwiches and any other type of food you can think of. - If you hotel room has a fridge, TAKE ADVANTAGE of this and get there with a cooler full of food to store for the days you are visiting the parks. This way, every morning, you can pack lunches for

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As we have just returned from a vacation in the Walt Disney World Resort area in Lake Buena Vista, Florida I thought it would be helpful for all you moms and dads out there reading my blog (all 3 of you) to get some quick "do's and don't's" for your Disney trip. Now mind you, my list here will be from the perspective of being 1) the proud owner of a 3.5 year old, 2) the proud owner of a

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I remember the first time I was pregnant, I relished in my pregnant body. I loved how "big" I was getting and was always jumping in front of a camera to show off how awesome I was. I can recall telling people that I thoroughly enjoyed being pregnant because it was the first time in my life I was comfortable in my own skin.This time?Not so much.I look and feel just plain FAT. Nevermind that I

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I don't really remember my pregnancy dreams being THIS odd with my first pregnancy, but let me tell you, I think Rod Serling (think 1960's Twilight Zone) has taken up residence in my brain and decided to take me on "A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. There's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone!" Seriously, the other day I dreamed that

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Now that we know our next child is a boy, we are having a tough time following up our first son's name with an equally powerful and meaningful title for boy #2. Our son's name is Dante Marcello. Dante, after the famous medieval author Dante Alighieri, and Marcello after my father. Logically one can't follow up a name like that with something like "Jimmy" or "Steve" or "Bobby" (no offense if

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We are proud to announce that The Bean will now be known as Mr. Bean (with thanks to Rowan Atkinson for use of the name). Note the crossed leg in the first picture. That's Dante's favorite way to sit as well, and his Nonno's. Runs in the family! Apparently also, Mr. Bean was "excited" as evidenced by photo number two. That also seems to run in the family.All genetic and neurological tests

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You know what scares the hell out of me? Not global warming, or nuclear holocaust, or Sarah Palin 2012 (although all of these are legitimate fears of mine). No, you know what really scares me? It's the notion that 1000 years from now, our society will be studied based on old video tapes of Maury Povich paternity episodes. Can you imagine future archeologists analyzing these episodes? What the

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I went to visit my mom yesterday at the new antique center she has a booth in and she introduced Dante and me around to all the "dealers". Everyone was very nice and after a bit one woman looked at me, pointed at my ever expanding belly, and said out loud in front of everyone: So! Is that pasta or pregnant? Um. WTF?!?!?!? She was basically asking me if I was FAT or if I was pregnant.

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I write from the hip, pull no punches, and don't expect everyone to love what I say. In recent days, a slew of "Anonymous" posters, using the anonymity of the internet to grow a set have decided to bombard my blog with asinine and stupid comments. Some focused on my child, some focused on how "mean" I am, while others just being pissy that I don't believe in their little book of stories and

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In light of recent events and the revelation that I am "not nice", "mean" and "not respectful". I have decided to turn over a new leaf and change my ways. From now on, this blog will be all about kittens and rainbows.....................................and unicorns..........and cute lolcatz.

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I assume that, unless you are living under a rock or that, in fact, this blog is just an excuse for me to talk to myself, that you know that I am pregnant. I think I can also assume, unless the above criteria apply, that you already know that I have another child of whom I brag about constantly on this blog and in real life, much to the annoyance of my friends around me. But hey, they do it too

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As I have been informed that I cannot quote the private messages, Verbatim, then I will give you an amended and edited run-down of the exchange. The messages I received have been paraphrased and are NOT the exact words of the poster, but a "general idea" of what was written. My messages will remain intact as they are MY words and this I give permission to reprint them here.So I belong to a

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.....there's a new super star (and very handsome) soccer player in town!That's right, it's official. I am a "Soccer Mom". Dante started soccer yesterday at our local YMCA and all of my fears of having the child that didn't listen or didn't pay attention were thrown out the window when I saw my little (big) boy saying "Yes Coach!" and "I got it Coach!" and following directions. You could have

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The Bean13 weeks

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Dante and his new friend, Jader A. BeetleDante and Jader became instant friends when they met as Jader was walking across a park bench. After a few minutes of walking all over D's hands and arms, and being annoyed by the bigger boy who insisted Jader was a girl, Jader expressed his wishes to be put back in the bushes so he could return to his mommy

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The Bean: 11 weeks 3 days. As Dr. Selman was taking its picture, Bean decided to start posing so this is his "full frontal" shot. Notice head, 2 arms, and 2 legs. Great heartbeat and everything looks ok.

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Dante, my highly inquisitive little 3 1/2 year old, and I were sitting down to our nightly ritual of watching Alex "Trevek" and Jeopardy the other night when he nonchalantly turned to me and said,"Mommy, where do we go when we die?"Dun, dun dun!!!!!!!! (insert scary music here). Uh-oh. I knew these questions were eventually going to turn up one day, but I certainly wasn't expecting them now...

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I came across this news story the other day while searching CNN.com to find out if Rush Limbaugh was dead yet. 4-Year-Old Hit By Bullet At Church Dies - Atlanta News Story - WGCL Atlanta In, essence.  A little boy and his mother were a some sort of midnight mass celebration at their church and out of nowhere a bullet pierced her son’s chest, he screamed, lost consciousness and died.  Wow.

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Dear Santa: We left you some treats and we left carrots and water for the reindeer. I am glad you are bringing my Light Saber instead of a sword. Can you bring me blue drums and a blue guitar please? I am glad you are bringing mommy and daddy presents. And there's some chocolate for you too. I love you Santa.Love,Dante

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Say hello to Mr. or Miss Bean. I am 7 weeks 3 days and am due July 26th, 2010.

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A couple of years ago I wrote a post about certain people in our neighborhood that make it a very icky place to live at times. If you want to refresh your memory, you can read it HERE. Anyhow, most of the people in my previous blog have moved on and don't live here anymore, new people have moved in who aren't terrors and things were heading on the right track. Unfortunately, Example #2 "Mr

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Well, not really "eek" because I am not scared of them (I actually think they are cute), but there is a rat in our kitchen. He's small and FAST! but he's definitely not welcome and I feel horrible that we are going to have to kill him. I heard scratching from behind the stove a week or so ago and thought it may be a big lizard, as we tend to get some big ones from time to time who wander the

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Last year I wrote a blog condemning the term "terrible twos" and suggested that whoever coined it get a swift kick in the face . Now, I'm not one to usually retract or regret what I say, which normally gets me into a lot of trouble, but in this case, I would like to formally retract that entire post and say that the "terrible twos" are CAKE compared to the "tortuous threes" as I have taken to

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Never in my life have I attempted to "keep up with the Joneses". I have always done my own thing and not much cared if everyone else was doing it or if it was cool or if it was *ahem* appropriate. Since having a child and becoming a mother, things have changed and I feel that I am constantly being nudged into "keeping up with the Joneses" when faced with various parenting choices. While the

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October 31, 20054 years later, 2009

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  I am a big fan of PZ Myer’s blog, Pharyngula, and it was while I was reading through it the other day that I came across Mr. Deity. A very witty and satirical look at religion and its idiosyncracies, its contradictions, and the general silliness of it all.  Also, the actor who plays Jesus (who Mr. Deity insists on calling “Jesse”) is very easy on the eyes.  Here are a couple of samples from

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  Another autotune (see  previous entry Carl Sagan Sings) that is just amazing.  This one features giants in their field, Carl Sagan, Richard Feynman, Bill Nye, and my boyfriend Neil DeGrasse Tyson.  The wonders of the Universe, as made even more wondrous using the words of these greats. 

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  If you are an avid reader of my blog (which I know you are), then you will kindly remember my previous rantings about the ironic phrase “I’m Not Racist”.  For those of you new to the wonder that is Musings From the Crypt, here are the aforementioned posts to “catch you up” on the history of this endearing phrase. I suggest you read them, not only because it will put you up to speed on my

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I recently came across this story while stumbling around StumbleUpon: Young flu victim's mom: 'I know Hallee's in heaven' on The Murfreesboro Post Excuse me while I barf.  Don’t get me wrong, I am sad that this little girl died, but come on.  The religious idiocy spewing from this article made me want to rip my face off.  Oh yes, your god is so wonderful and great that he would let a little

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This was too amazing to just watch and not memorialize.   Thanks to: Carl Sagan…sings? : Pharyngula

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There are certain times of the year that I keep my television completely switched off. Today is one of them.I don't care to see images of 8 years ago splashed all over the place.I don't much care to hear about "final moments" on the "doomed airlines".I don't much care to hear heart wrenching stories about Person A that just recovered from *insert deadly disease here*and who was going home to see

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