I was all excited this morning as I headed to our new voting location since buying our house last May. The line was pleasantly short and the cold morning air crisp and fresh. With camera in tow to document for the New York Times Photo Essay I couldn't wait to see what photos I would come up with. After checking in, I decided to snap a few photos as I waited. From the depths of the whispers and early morning lull a BOOMING VOICE in a bicentennial tie called out, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS IN HERE!! IT'S POSTED AT THE DOOR, NO MEDIA IS ALLOWED. YOU CAN'T DO THAT. YOU AREN'T ALLOWED! VOTING IS A PRIVATE AFFAIR." Not only was I shocked at the mere volume and tone of his serious words, but I was MORE shocked that after all this anticipation for being able to document and send in my own experience, that it all came to a screeching halt. There would be no photos of my own polling and primary experience to add. There would only be voting and leaving.
The sad thing is there is plenty of other kinds of photos to take, but I was so thrown by this man and his abruptness, that I couldn't shake it and just move on. So I voted and left. What a Debbie Downer.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
And here we are...
Here we are... the cherry on top of this tough month ... full circle back where this blog started... with full-on painful menstral cramps. Seriously, where's the fun?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
My-not-so-fun-February
I've been tired for weeks... but now I'm officially exhausted.
It started with a car accident. My husband was rear-ended on the way back from school carpool. The road was slick and 3 cars went sliding and barely bumped each other until the lady behind my husband came barreling into him causing the sandwich pile up. This was his very first accident; hard to believe at 37 years old. I had multiple car accidents even before my 17th birthday.
Not only were we dealing with car issues, but he got slammed with a hefty case of whiplash. The doctor prescribed him some serious pain meds and muscle relaxers and he spent the entire weekend in bed. Either overwhelmed with the pain, soreness and stiffness or so sedated he couldn't do anything else but sleep.
With him out of commission, I was struggling not to get overwhelmed flying solo with our 7 month old, 12 year old and making sure he didn't slip into a coma.
It's been a couple weeks now, and he's still not feeling completely healthy.
The same week, I can't explain why, I decided it was a good time to try and wean our 7 month old of night nursing. I gave it serious effort for 8 nights, then gave it up. It was definitely not the right time for anyone. The simple nursing disturbances were a welcomed change from the hour upon hour nightmares of trying to get him back to sleep without it.
With the serious sleep disturbances came the stressed out and HORMONAL mama! I didn't know what I was feeling or why. I was up then down. So so SO off my game. I just couldn't level out. Everything was a struggle.
Oh. I neglected to mention that he was cutting 4 of his top teeth all at once. I don't remember teething being like this?! Although, my daughter never cut 6 teeth in 6 weeks. Poor little man.
Then came the lice. Oh my goodness. I canNOT explain what an incredible disturbance these critters have created in our house. The mountains of laundry, the seriously time consuming and tedious inspections of our 12 year old's head, complete cleaning overhaul on all furniture, carpets, and cars, AND the toxic chemicals I dispise in my house, ... did I mention the 15+ loads of laundry!
Please please please let February be over and let March bring on the good times!
It started with a car accident. My husband was rear-ended on the way back from school carpool. The road was slick and 3 cars went sliding and barely bumped each other until the lady behind my husband came barreling into him causing the sandwich pile up. This was his very first accident; hard to believe at 37 years old. I had multiple car accidents even before my 17th birthday.
Not only were we dealing with car issues, but he got slammed with a hefty case of whiplash. The doctor prescribed him some serious pain meds and muscle relaxers and he spent the entire weekend in bed. Either overwhelmed with the pain, soreness and stiffness or so sedated he couldn't do anything else but sleep.
With him out of commission, I was struggling not to get overwhelmed flying solo with our 7 month old, 12 year old and making sure he didn't slip into a coma.
It's been a couple weeks now, and he's still not feeling completely healthy.
The same week, I can't explain why, I decided it was a good time to try and wean our 7 month old of night nursing. I gave it serious effort for 8 nights, then gave it up. It was definitely not the right time for anyone. The simple nursing disturbances were a welcomed change from the hour upon hour nightmares of trying to get him back to sleep without it.
With the serious sleep disturbances came the stressed out and HORMONAL mama! I didn't know what I was feeling or why. I was up then down. So so SO off my game. I just couldn't level out. Everything was a struggle.
Oh. I neglected to mention that he was cutting 4 of his top teeth all at once. I don't remember teething being like this?! Although, my daughter never cut 6 teeth in 6 weeks. Poor little man.
Then came the lice. Oh my goodness. I canNOT explain what an incredible disturbance these critters have created in our house. The mountains of laundry, the seriously time consuming and tedious inspections of our 12 year old's head, complete cleaning overhaul on all furniture, carpets, and cars, AND the toxic chemicals I dispise in my house, ... did I mention the 15+ loads of laundry!
Please please please let February be over and let March bring on the good times!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
STinky mess
Saturday night.
Coming home from a delightful family dinner outing.
Finding our dog Max had his fun with a gag-worthy dirty diaper ripped to shreds.
Yuck.
Yuck.
Yuck.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
burnt breakfast
This entry started out as part of MY FUN LIFE. I have been wanting a grill pan for my stovetop for some time now. Before the holidays, we found a basic cast iron model and bought it. I'm always finding good things for myself around the holidays. With house guests here this morning, I thought it was the perfect opportunity for homemade stovetop griddle pancakes. Yum and fun. Well... not so much. As you can see, they were either burnt crispy black or doughy raw. I LOVE making a big fun breakfast on the weekends with house guests; but today turned south. "Would you like the burnt crispy black kind or soft doughy raw?". argh.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Menstrual cramps
What could possibly be fun about menstrual cramps? I woke up this morning with some serious kickers. Why does this time in every girl's life have to be so painful and messy? Where's the RED TENT where I can go and be comforted by all the women in my life and not feel the least bit odd, conflicted or harassed with what's going on inside and outside of me? Pain distracts from everything good. This pain draws me inside from all that I want to be and be with. It's a forced sabbatical. Right now, I'd rather check the "opt out of" box, thank you.
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