I am

I am sleepy.

I want ice cream.

I have long second toes.

I wish I could fall asleep.

I hate it when my son gets shots.

I fear disappointing people.

I hear my son crying in the monitor.

I search for poop stains on baby clothes.

I wonder if I’m a better person than I was five years ago.

I regret saying vindictive things.

I love seeing my son smile at me in the morning.

I ache to go home again.

I think ½ cup is a ridiculous serving size for ice cream.

I always position toilet paper rolls with the paper coming over the top.

I usually correct typos I find in books.

I am not kidding.

I dance in smarty pants.

I sing without realizing it.

I never eat just ½ cup of ice cream.

I rarely lose things (famous last words).

I cry when I share details about my life (even fairly superficial ones) in groups.

I am not always good at giving people grace.

I lose weight when I get pregnant.

I'm confused by people who are purposely and randomly cruel.

I need to clean the bathrooms.



Now it's your turn!

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True Confessions

We still have all our Christmas decorations up--outdoor and indoor (including the Christmas tree). The Christmas lights outside all still go on at dusk, as do the tree lights. Maybe I should send this in to PostSecret (see link at left).

Dance

Here's another video from OK Go, the group that did "Here We Go" (with the treadmills video).

Poem

I thought this was interesting.

The Calf's Path
Sam Walter Foss (1895)

One day through the primeval wood
A calf walked home as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then three hundred years have fled,
And I infer the calf is dead;
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.

The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bellwether sheep
Pursued the trail o'er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made.
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged and turned and bent about,
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because 'twas such a crooked path;
But still they followed--do not laugh--
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked
Because he wobbled when he walked.

This forest path became a lane
That bent and turned and turned again;
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.

The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street;
And this before men were aware,
A city's crowded thoroughfare.
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.

Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed this zigzag calf about
And o'er crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They followed still his crooked way,
And lost one hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.

A moral lesson this might teach
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the Calf-path of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do,
They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move;
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf.

Ah, many things this tale might teach -
But I am not ordained to preach.

Liam's Blog

For those who are interested, I've updated Liam's blog (previously my pregnancy blog). You can access it from the link to the left. From now on, I'll post new posts at the top rather than the bottom.

In case you didn't know, at the very bottom of the page are early photos of Liam as well as a post describing the labor-and-delivery experience.

Long time no write

Whew! This parenting thing is hard. Don't have time to write. Haven't for weeks . . . and don't know if I ever will again. :)

How confident R U feeling 2day?

Your Language Arts Grade: 100%

Way to go! You know not to trust the MS Grammar Check and you know "no" from "know." Now, go forth and spread the good word (or at least, the proper use of apostrophes).

Are You Gooder at Grammar?
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My Little Boy

Liam Elliot Taylor

born 8 November 2006, 10:36 a.m.

8 pounds 2 ounces

19 1/2 inches

Trick or treat

Here are some Halloween "treats" for you.

Flaming Bag of Poo

Why Dogs Hate Halloween

Note: I'm not endorsing either Web site by posting these links.

New look

Now that things are showing up correctly, I'm liking the new look. I've also added some stuff to the sidebar (e.g., books I'm reading) and changed other things (e.g., I no longer have people's full names listed in the "My Friends' Blogs" section).

As a bonus, through this whole process, I've learned quite a bit about code. (Though I still have more to learn. Next item of business: Figure out how to add graphics to the sidebar and make them hyperlinks.)

It's kind of depressing how much time I spend tinkering with my blog. (That would sound kind of naughty to someone who didn't know what a blog was. Hee hee.) But when you've really got nothing else to do, it helps pass the time.

Aaggh!

Okay, more progress. Now my posts are showing up in the right place, but my photo is enormous! Nobody wants to see me on the big screen!

Some progress . . .

Okay, at least now the font looks right. Thanks for the help, Mike! Still working on the other problem . . .

Bear with me

Yes, I'm trying a new template (thanks for the tip, Julie), and yes, I realize that it doesn't look right yet. Everything is showing up as part of the sidebar. That's why the posts are displayed below the sidebar info instead of next to it; it's also why the font in my posts is so flowery and why every word in my posts is capitalized. I'm working on it. I'll fix it ASAICFOH (as soon as I can figure out how). Any hints from HTML-savvy friends? I've never been trained at all in HTML, so I'm learning as I go.

You've Changed 64% in 10 Years

Compared to who you were ten years ago, you've changed a great deal. In fact, you're probably in a completely different phase of your life - and very happy about it!

How Much Have You Changed in 10 Years?

If you go with my married name . . .

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 863 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

If you go with my maiden name . . .

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 147 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Your English Skills:

Grammar: 100% Punctuation: 100% Spelling: 100% Vocabulary: 100%

Does Your English Cut the Mustard?

Getting sick of these yet?

Julie C., you need to take this quiz.

Your Linguistic Profile:

65% General American English

15% Upper Midwestern

10% Dixie

5% Yankee

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Is this a good thing?

Your Geek Profile:

Academic Geekiness: Highest Music Geekiness: High Internet Geekiness: Low Movie Geekiness: Low Fashion Geekiness: None Gamer Geekiness: None Geekiness in Love: None General Geekiness: None SciFi Geekiness: None

How Geeky Are You?

Well, at least they got the country right.

You Belong in Paris

You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris. You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.

What European City Do You Belong In?