tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125160822012-01-30T10:15:53.966-05:00blatherings and musings most randomlemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.comBlogger1561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-64381011260337104492008-06-13T15:23:00.004-04:002008-06-13T16:53:48.071-04:00

Mr. Lemony gave me a very thoughtful gift for Mother's Day this year...a gift certificate to a spa people are always raving about right here in Quiet Village. The Lemonettes will be out of school for the summer in less than a week, so I figured the time to use that certificate was now.Being the goat old girl...and having the skin of somebody who is goat old...I am, I decided a facial would be the

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I don't think I want to put it out of its misery, but I can't really think of a reason not to. I can't seem to find the motivaton to write anything and I don't know when I will.Bah.

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Last night was Lemony Teen's prom. Her date, a Very Sweet Boy, brought her flowers and wore a pink tie that matched her dress perfectly. They both looked so grown up in their fancy clothes that his mother I were both a little teary-eyed as they walked out the door.Mr. Lemony wasn't teary-eyed at all, but he did get a murderous look on his face with the Very sweet boy put his hand on his

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Or at least I am here. Right now. This very minute. Seriously. I can hear the waves crashing as I type.No, we didn't decide we just couldn't take it anymore and that it was time to just up and leave before anybody knew to stop us. Mr. Lemony needed to be here for his job, so I said, "Uh, excuse me, but if you're going to the Caribbean in February, I am going to the Caribbean in February,

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Yep, that's me. Well, okay, it's not really, since my hair is much longer and I don't have a penis, but the slacker part is totally me these days. At least where this blog is concerned, anyway.I have good intentions, I really do, but somewhere between my morning coffee and my nightly sprawl on the couch I get busy. Even on the days I don't get all that busy, I can always think of something else I

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Mornings. Ah, yes, mornings. That most special time of day when you rouse well-rested and happy children out of bed, feed them a hot, nutritious meal to start their day, and get them all out of the house early, because everybody is so very cooperative and motivated and not at all cranky or contrary.Are you laughing at me??? You are, aren't you?*sigh*Okay, so I admit it...mornings in Lemony Villa

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It's cold here. COLD. Like 3 degrees cold. Everything from the driveway to the street to the trees to the mailbox to the everything has a solid sheet of ice covering it.It's lovely. Really.Now, we're used to this sort of mess. We just shove our feet into big, heavy, ugly Bean boots, cram a hat onto our heads, jam our fingers into mittens, tie scarves to our faces and go about our business. Like

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You've done the mall thing. The running all over town thing. You've made all your gift card runs. You baked cookies for the neighborhood cookie swap, planned the Christmas Eve Morning Gathering of friends for brunch and kid gift swapping. You've planned the Big Meal right down to the alcoholic coffee and dessert menu. The stocking stuffers are taken care of; the presents are all wrappedYou're

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Late on a Friday night in July, when the oppressive heat and humidity of the day refused to surrender to the dark of night, I abandoned my stifling apartment in search of relief. Expecting deserted streets, I was surprised to find crowds of people out wandering aimlessly, all of them searching for the same thing I was. None of us could find it.Deciding I’d rather deal with the wrath of Geoff when

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I see in their eyes how much they love me and the pain they think they're hiding. Mostly, I see the loss they're already feeling.I wish they'd stop looking. I don't want to see.Don't stop looking. I can't live without seeing."I think what I'll miss most is the way you look at me when you wake up and discover me there," he said."No, you won't, baby, because for the rest of my life I will wake up

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-68497156582251088222007-11-28T14:15:00.001-05:002007-11-28T14:43:40.852-05:00

Since I'm not writing I figure the least I can do is read, but besides the crime novel I just checked out of the library a few days ago (and so far it's pretty good, I guess), I don't know what to read. I've read all the books in my house at least twice already...okay, not all of the books in my house...the teenagers books are ALL hers, baby...and I don't want to read them a third. Well, unless

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Between living with a teenager and managing Lemony Child's medical crap, Lemony Brother seems to always be flying under the radar. Oh, he gets into trouble, and cops a typically tween-ish attitude with me and his father daily, but mostly, he's just...normal. No teenager outbursts of insanity. No immunologist and gastroenterolgist appointments to keep up with. He doesn't have the larger-than-life

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in seven years,she has given me:cracked, bloody nipplessleepless nightsendless worryterrific frightsand the unwanted title -"Mother of a Medically Complex Child"but, also:her first smileher first gigglecountless drunken, happy, drippy breastmilky grinsan understanding of what bravery truly is"oh my garlic and muffins"good-night kissesand the most definitely wanted title - "Mumma"Happy seventh

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While walking home from the bus stop yesterday morning with my neighbors D and M, the subject of pie came up.Of all things, eh?D mentioned she had to make 3 pies...apple, pumpkin, pecan, of course... M mentioned SHE needed to make 3 pies...apple, pumpkin, and something as yet undetermined but potentially some kind of cream pie, you know...and I mentioned that I had to make a lone pie.Apple, in

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Uh. No. We can't.But later? When I get home from the volunteer gig? Do I ever have a story to tell y'all about a mouse, a cat, and an underwear-clad Mr. Lemony. Hee.Really. HEE!

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Your IQ Is 105Your Logical Intelligence is Below AverageYour Verbal Intelligence is GeniusYour Mathematical Intelligence is Above AverageYour General Knowledge is Above AverageA Quick and Dirty IQ Test

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Today is the FABULOUS Z's birthday. I won't tell you how old she is, but I will tell you this: she is older than I am. By more than a year.(oh, yes, yes you are, don't even TRY to get out of it, baby)I say she's fabulous, because, well, she is. She's a mom with infinite patience and boundless energy and her heart is bigger than my boobs, which, if you know anything about me, is pretty damned big.

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I don’t know what it was about the city, but from the instant I stepped off the plane I loved it.“You’re just infatuated with the idea of a European man falling madly in love with you,” he grumbled, crankier than usual as I gushed about the architecture racing by the windows of the taxi.“A European man is already madly in love with me,” I teased as I grasped his fingers in mine.Expecting a snide

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...I say I'm going to blog every week day, I'll try not to get sick and end up spending entire days on my couch watching reruns of ER and Without A Trace on TNT while slurping on a giant mug of lemon tea.Lordy.

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And that's all I really have to say about that.Bah.

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I went out after the volunteer thing I do every week with some people I love to bits, so it's all good, but I'm tired, and that means my brain is no longer functioning. I have a post about rituals floating around in my head, and the ugly chair story still needs telling, but right now the energy and brain-power needed to write those things just isn't there.I don't even have a meme. Besides, it's

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Her name isn't really Muffy, but it might as well be.She shows up at the bus stop with her make-up on, wearing fashionable shoes that match her fashionable outfit perfectly. She has a sleek, blonde bob, complete with bangs, and a perfectly placed Burberry headbead to complete the look. Her nails are shiny, her jewelry shinier, and her kid's jeans have creases ironed into them.As if all that

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Mondays are crazy here at Lemony Villa. Every day is kind of crazy here at Lemony Villa, but Monday always seems to be the craziest. I used to think it was because it was the first day back into the real world of school/work after two mornings/days of sleeping later than usual and not being slaves to a shedule. Makes sense, right?Sure. But that isn't it. After much thought and even more of me

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I've made a decision. I am going to try to blog every Monday through Friday. I am. I can do it. Okay, I probably can't, but I'm going to try anyway, because I really need to get into the habit of writing something every day, even when I don't feel like it. Unfortunately, I'm not even remotely talented enough to be ENTERTAINING five days a week, so some entries might be cheats, like a meme or

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I found this at the always-charming ccw's blog. I'm oddly fascinated by it.What do you think? Am I a raccoon? What are you?

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Lemony Child, while waiting for the school bus, decided that she had to go to the bathroom. I gave her the patented eye roll and said, "I asked you right before we left the house, remember?""But I gotta go, Mumma."Because the child's immune system doesn't function properly, and because sometimes it affects her digestive system, when she says she has to go to the bathroom, we don't ask questions.

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It's late here, and the Lemonettes all start school tomorrow.(please let me take this opportunity to say NONE TOO SOON, EITHER!! because, today, the two youngest Lemons actually had a shouting match in the middle of the grocery store over who was going to take the FruitaBu out of the cart and give it to the slightly dazed girl at the register)Okay, so, because it's late and the kids are going to

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I received an e-mail today -"Hi! The Association is experiencing a real problem with bears. We need all members and their guests or renters to not put trash outside their home. If trash is being put out for pick up it needs to be put out just before the pick up is scheduled (not the night before). Thank you!"My reaction was to giggle. Why? The vehicle you see in the corner of the picture is the

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Monday was, though, and I'm feeling extraordinarily old and decidedly cranky about it.I have absolutely no motivation to write anything about anything.Okay, that's not entirely true. I do have some amusing tidbits I'd like to share, mostly about teenagers and that O.MI.GAWD!ISHEGOINGTOKISSME???? thing that goes along with being sixteen.There's also some really cool news about the middle Lemon. He

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The youngest Lemon spends each morning at a camp run by the recreation department here in Quiet Village. They have fun activities, like Pirate Adventure Scavenger Hunts and Creating Giant, Lemony Child-Sized Flowers Out Of Tissue Paper and Sticks...things I have neither the desire nor the patience to do.(in my defense, I'm an excellent kitchen buddy...we make play dough and dairy-free cookies

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1251496802792073182007-06-25T18:12:00.000-04:002007-06-25T19:23:33.936-04:00

Seems that Jennifer, the sweetie pie that she is (and she really is!), tagged me with a meme a little while ago. How I missed that is beyond me, since it's right there on the comments page. Can I blame the never-ending stream of children running through and around Lemony Villa? I mean, I have three kids, you know? And they all have, like, friends and stuff. We're, um, busy.That and it's bloody

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-87605239941839041782007-06-15T18:42:00.000-04:002007-06-15T20:30:17.287-04:00

Today was the first day of school vacation. No more daily grind starting at 6:10. No more "Hurry! You'll miss the bus!" No more scrambling to find lunch money. No more morning chaos.Ahhhhhhhhhhh.Except.The two youngest Lemons had a screaming argument over a waffle. They had a screaming argument over who Lemony Mutt loves most. They fought over Monopoly and Lego Star Wars. They followed me around

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-37928728201841944452007-06-10T18:12:00.000-04:002007-06-11T17:33:35.036-04:00

Lemony Child is an independent kind of kid. She doesn't NEED HELP! thankyouverymuch, because she can DO IT HERSELF!! This particular personality trait displayed itself quite early, when she stubbornly refused to be spoon-fed anything by the age of 8 months. I'm not kidding...she would clamp her mouth shut, turn her head, and slap at my hand (which, coincidentally, almost always held a spoon)

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I miss him tonight, more than I usually do, and I don't really know why. Maybe because my daughter turned sixteen and he wasn't there to dance with her, or maybe because my son, the boy who looks nothing like him yet carries his name, is starting to give me glimpses of the man he's growing into and what I'm seeing has no logical reason to be as familiar as it is.It's raining tonight. Maybe that's

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If you were judging based on the attention I've been paying to my blog these days, I know this is probably shocking.I have many stories to tell. Some of them are even funny, like the one about my dog, the chipmunk, and the rat terrier. Side-splitting stuff, I promise.Please bear with me.

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I'm not dead. Woot.The activity level here at Lemony Villa for the past few weeks has been ridiculous, starting with visits to doctors who specialize in organ transplant (we're fine, but there is a story there) and ending with school vacation week.Yep, that's right, the Lemonettes are all home from school on this wonderfully rainy, dank, and cold week in MID-APRIL.Hello? Spring? Where are you?Did

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I was frantic to be away from the woman who smiled and cried happy tears, so I ran from the room we shared. I wanted as much space between us as possible, so I ran and I didn't stop until I ran out of room to run.I found myself in a room empty of people, but it was still full of other things I wanted to run away from. Breastfeeding brochures. Parenting magazine. Prints of women holding tiny

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Be 16 with all of your spirit.Embrace each day. Laugh often.Smile like you mean it.Play.Let the lovable little girl you were shine through.Be 16 with all of your creativity - Seek your own style.Think your own way.Dare to be different.Dance.Dream.View the world through you-colored glasses.Be 16 with all of your confidence - Believe in how strong you are.Speak up.Hold firm.Make things happen.Know

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Dog. Skunk. Four a.m.If anybody needs me I'll be soaking in the tub with peroxide and baking soda until I'm ninety.

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I found a cool widget... Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™...and I want to put it over there in the sidebar thingy under my links but I can't figure out how to make it smaller so it'll stop pushing everything else to the bottom of the page.SO annoying.huffpuffBAH!

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I? Am drunk.My father-in-law took me and my brother-in-law's wife out for a drink and the three of us had just a tiny bit too much tequila.Wow.What kind of mother puts her Kindergartener on the bus while hungover??? I am SO going to Hell.So. How was your Sunday night?

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I have been tagged by the fantabulous Jen, which is a very good thing because A) I really like Jen, and B) my blog has been languishing. Why is so hard to write something every day, anyway? You’d think I have a life or something.Jen wants to know Five Things About Me, so I sat down and thought about which five things people didn’t already know and came up with…not a whole lot. It’s not that I’ve

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~ while waiting for a pedestrian light on Washington Street:"I can't believe you thought your first visit to Boston should be in February while wearing those shoes. Not too bright, Annie. Not too bright at all.""Maybe if you'd told me...""Exactly what did you think I meant when I said It snows here??!!""I thought you were alluding to the drug culture.""I can't believe we have the same parents."

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"Forgive me if I seem out of liii-iiiinnnne then she whipped out a gun and tried to BLOW ME AWAY! Nahnah-nah-nahnah DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY! ...baby let me follow you around...do me do me do me over here...do me do me do do MEEEE!!!!...what a funky lady, she likes it likes it likes it like that...ooooooooh....he was a LADY!! YOOOO! YAHYAHYAHYAHYAH!!!!...due-due-due-dude looks like a Lay-DAY!!!

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Not because of the weather. Really. I like snow (not that we've had any this year, which sucks) and I don't mind the cold (which it has been VERY). So my eyeballs freeze when I step outside. Big deal. They thaw when I go back inside. So my lungs crystallize when I breathe outside. Ain't no thing since they melt when I inhale inside.I don't mind the dark. I just put lights on. I don't

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you wake up at 2:22 a.m. to the sound of a cat horking up a furball on your bed.your husband turns to you at 4:30 a.m. and says, "I think I forgot to turn the oven off."your teenager argues with you over curfew before the sun rises.your dog starts whining incessantly and when you go to see what's wrong with her you notice she has an upset tummy and your dining room rug is no longer a pretty ivory

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This morning while I was sitting in a pediatric immunologist's office with the youngest Lemon, I struck up a conversation with the mother of the little girl Lemony Child was sharing her markers with. It started out as conversations with strangers waiting next to you in a doctor's office typically do...weather (it's cold out there!), traffic (not too bad this morning!), coffee (thank goodness

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Well, no. But soon. Really.No. Really.For now, after what feels like endless nights of no sleep while sitting on the edge of the tub watching Lemony Child heave the contents of her stomach (and probably her spleen and a kidney) into the toilet, all I've got in me is a meme sent by the usually pleasant but lately demanding Accomodating Queen A (shout out!).It's Monday and I know you're happy to be

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The ugly chair post is languishing...not because I can't write it (although I really have no business writing these days...it's laughable) but because I cannot.keep.UP. with the chaos that is my family these days.It's almost finished, though. I know you're all just frothing in anticipation. (hee!)So, instead, I stole this meme from Ms. CCL, who claims she's all stocked up on crazy, and maybe she

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-51928957880729313242007-01-01T10:25:00.000-05:002007-01-02T12:31:51.927-05:00

I hope it's a year full of joy and amazing gifts...like a red table. Tomorrow, the story of the ugliest chair ever upholstered. Happy 2007, everybody.And a gigantic thank you to the most excellet Poppy for telling me how to fix my link! She rocks.

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It's been a busy few weeks and while I'm happy the craziness of December will end for us after tomorrow (when scads of family will descend upon Lemony Villa to celebrate Mr. Lemony's birthday), I'm always just a little bit sad to see another Christmas pass, mostly because I like the tree and would keep it up all year if I didn't think the neighbors would think me even crazier than they already

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We have music playing all the time here at Lemony Villa, so when the magnificent Jennifer tagged me with a music meme, I didn't have to go searching for the iPod. I never have to search for the iPod. Really. Never. Because...um...I have a problem. I think I'm addicted to my iPod.Yes, I said addicted to my iPod.Stop laughing.My iPod, a plain old, boring, silver, 4GB piece of heaven, plays an

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More like...Twelve in-laws fightingEleven "But I want it!"'sTen temper tantrumsNine UPS trucksEight books of stampsSeven weeks of cookingSix trips to Target(negative) Five parking spacesFour maxed credit cardsThree screaming childrenTwo cats puking tinseland a dog chewing on the tree.

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Mr. Lemony, a bloody brilliant software designer with a Big Deal Job who handles global accounts and manages global employees in his sleep is completely confounded by laundry sorting. Today I folded the load he "threw in" to "help" me...one pair of jeans, a towel, a pajama top belonging to Lemony Child, a pair of purple socks, a pair of green socks, and a potholder.A potholder.What the hell, man?

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Snorkeling“Can you believe how warm the water is?”“It’s the Caribbean, Dad.”“I know, but still. It’s so warm…hey, is that a cookie?”“A what?”“A cookie.”“I don’t think so.”“Oh! It’s a sea urchin! Look! Spindly!”“Stop talking with the snorkel in your mouth, Dad. You’ll drown.”“I’m going to go look at that urchin.”“Uh, Dad?”“It’s so close…why can’t I reach it?”“Dad?”“Look, it’s just inches away

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What American accent do you have? Your Result: BostonYou definitely have a Boston accent, even if you think you don't. Of course, that doesn't mean you are from the Boston area, you may also be from New Hampshire or Maine.The WestThe MidlandNorth CentralThe NortheastPhiladelphiaThe Inland NorthThe SouthWhat American accent do you have?Take More QuizzesShocking. Really. I'm stunned.*thud*When my

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She's stubborn. She's willful. She pushy, bossy, and has attitude to spare. She is the youngest of three, and her mother (that would be me) can tell you with certainty that if she'd been born first she would be an only child.She is challenging. Spirited. High-maintenance. Exhuasting.My mother-in-law calls her my cross to bear. My mother calls her "my revenge."I call her something entirely

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I just had a conversation with my friend's two-year-old daughter, Lucy. It went something like this:Me: Ooooo, Lucy, look at you all dressed up! Are you a chicken?Lucy: No! I am FUCK!Me:Lucy: FUCK! A FUCK! I AM FUCK!Me: Uh...Lucy: FUH-UCK!Lucy's mother: Duck! She means duck! She's a fucking duck! DUCK!Lucy: Yeah. Fuck. Quack.Happy Halloween!

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Five-year-old screaming tantrum and cranky dad make for some pretty extreme fireworks in Lemony Villa.Oooooooo...pretty...

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It is two in the morning and I'm exhausted.Why am I not in bed?It is two in the morning.What are you doing?

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I haven't exactly been in a blogging place lately. I'd like to blame being busy...I have 3 kids, a dog, a volunteer job I love, a governor's campaign to canvass for, a mother who is ridiculously needy lately and an elementary school book fair to coordinate...but here's the thing: the two youngest Lemons are tucked away upstairs by 8:30 every night and the teen is self-sufficient enough to read

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1159327051774575812006-09-26T23:09:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:35.868-05:00

My muse is apparently on vacation, probably in Puerto Rico, where there are palm trees and tropical drinks made with coconut milk served by Ivan. I hope the bitch is happy.Nothing. I have nothing.Inspire me. Please?If you can't, my muse is hanging out at a grass hut on a beach 30 miles east of San Juan. If you see her, kick her ass and tell her she's a slacker.

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Today I:~ got out of bed at 6:15~ French braided Lemony Teen's hair for a pep rally~ made coffee~ drank coffee~ bleached towels~ folded about six hundred pairs of underwear~ walked the dog~ scooped the cat boxes~ oogled the lawn guy from the bathroom window~ showered~ shaved my legs~ slathered spiced citrus body butter all over myself~ had a fight with my hair and lost~ put two knives, one fork,

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Today is September 11, 2001, and it's Tuesday. It was a perfect New England day. We call days like today A Top Ten because we only get about ten days like today a year. Cloudless skies, a bright sun that's just warm enough, breezes just strong enough to billow curtains and bring the smell of outside in.Autumn in New England. It's the reason we live here.People died today, baby. A lot of people.

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with herkhaki capris and butterfly backpackpink hair clips and camoflage Kedsshe leaves mealonein a house suddenly filledwith nothing but spacei fill it with worrywhile i sitand waitfor the yellow busto bring my baby home

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"Will you miss me, Mumma?"of course I will, baby"What if I miss you?"you'll be so busy you won't have time"What if I can't find the cafeteria?"your teacher won't let you get lost"And when the bus drops me at the corner?"I will be there to walk you home"I'm going to Kindergarten!"but you were just born yesterday

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1156784388422533442006-08-28T12:59:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:35.378-05:00

The good news is I found a dime. A really old, turning green dime. This is good news because I'm going to be needing some spare cash.Why will I be needing some spare cash? Bad news! I broke the sink! Yep. See? I really did. How you ask?Well.I opened the cabinet above the sink to get my most favorite eyeliner (color: mushroom) and before I could say LOOK OUT! a container of vanilla spice body

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1156138146135981162006-08-21T00:52:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:35.202-05:00

I didn't know my soul was broken until she came and patched it up with pieces of her own.I wonder if he knows he took those pieces with him.

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1. Because if Patrick rings my doorbell one more time I'm going to tear his head off so I can shout, "Lemony Brother is at camp! Just like yesterday! Just like tomorrow! And every day until the END OF AUGUST!!" directly into his brain.2. Because soaking wet pool towels piled in the sandbox is just plain yucky.3. Because I'm out of popsicles and I don't want to buy another damned box of red, white

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1155146490915677372006-08-09T13:33:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:34.993-05:00

Frickin' piece of crappola Compaq Presario Notebook. Eighteen months old and on it's fourth death. I may have sped up the inevitable when I heaved it at Mr. Lemony, who then deflected it to the floor with a thud. Why did I do this? The man suggested I just use the teenager's laptop. It's not like having my own computer...which, by the way, is where I write and keep my journal and the story (

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I do. My obituary says so. 'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.comThanks to the most fantabulous R for showing me the way.

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She looks at me, eyes pleading, and for a split-second I consider saying she can have them, but then I remember she's allergic to them and eating them can kill her, so I have to say no.Screaming.Crying.Foot stomping."I'll be sad if you get sick," says me, explaining."And you'll be even sadder if I run away!" says she, not caring."Not really," mutters me under my breath, for this is the tenth such

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1153590679894390902006-07-22T13:32:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:34.646-05:00

Not only because they make for lousy weekend weather, but because they always always always trip my migraine switch and I spend days wilting under the excruciating pain in my skull.BAH!I found this meme of sorts at the adorable Poppy's place and couldn't resist. I'm always looking to discover fabulous new (for me) music and books...they're the perfect antidote to lousy weekend weather.Play with

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It's a beautiful summer day and you're spending it at the beach. The sun is shining in a perfectly blue sky. Giant, puffy, fabulously delicious white clouds float by occasionally, dappling the light across the ocean. The smell of sunscreen fills your head, and the sounds of happy children playing drift up from the surf to your ears. Your favorite book lies open on your lap, an icy cold lemonade

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1152736247350711352006-07-12T16:25:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:34.338-05:00

Funny how time goes away when there are three Lemonettes clamoring for attention all.day.long.I'm still alive. HI!I have the most amusing little yarn to spin about a boat, a tube, and a triple-twisting-double-flipping-face-planting dismount, but I can't do it justice in the six seconds I have before the youngest Lemon starts making that squeeeeeeeeee noise that signifies dinnertime.Do come back

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1151016450561997212006-06-22T14:34:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:34.242-05:00

I'm writing a story.(I giggle whenever I say that...I'm writing a story...it sounds so goofy, like I'm a writer or something...hee!)The problem with this story writing thing is it gets away from me. I worry about everything - did I put too much detail? Not enough detail? Did I phrase this right? Did I phrase that wrong? What if it's stupid? What if nobody likes it? Is it too self-indulgent? What

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Of school that is.Today is the last day of school in Quiet Village. Lemony Teen took her last final. Lemony Brother has tormented his last elementary school teacher...the big leap to "Upper Elementary" school is upon us. Upper Elementary. Yeah. It's weird. Remember where I live.Summer vacation. Eight uninterrupted weeks of fun.Send positive thoughts.And much tequila.

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In my wandering on the Internet tonight, I came across a blog I haven't been to before. Yay new blogs!Why am I wandering the Internet perusing blogs? Rabbits. You heard me. Rabbits. My blue flax and my ferns and my decorative grass and my Black-Eyed Susans are being destroyed by the bunny bastard living under my shed and so here I am, at midnight, perusing the Internet trying to find a way to

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She's wicked awesome and has a wicked smile (that's a good thing!) and she picked me! Wicked pissah!One body part you’d like to change? My first thought was "Well, duh, Lemony, it's gotta be your elbow!" but then I remembered my ass is still back there, so now I'm all conflicted. My elbow is perfectly lovely, but it crackles like a bowl of Rice Krispies swimming in skim milk every time I bend

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1150008412320408962006-06-11T02:45:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:33.834-05:00

Am resplendent in the refulgence of the sparkly tiara.She? Is a shining star girl.She is far brighter and more beautiful than I.My life would mean little without her because she is my soul's relative and I adore her.I hope she knows.

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1149569528770245912006-06-06T00:41:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:33.756-05:00

You know, when you wash your favorite pair of khaki-type cargo-ish cropped-leg pants, you know the ones, they're your favorite pants because they make you feel not-so-fat, and you pull them out of the dryer, put them on, and top them with your very favorite black v-neck tee-shirt and some cute jewelry, maybe an anklet or something that looks great with those rad, black, flatter than flat leather

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Why do I fall asleep at 10:30 on a Saturday night when I can sleep as late as I want on Sunday because Mr. Lemony is home to placate the youngest Lemon with waffles at 6:30 a.m., but on Sunday night, when Mr. Lemony has to go to work the next day and I'm left to placate the youngest Lemon with waffles (and maybe a banana or a sno-cone) at 6:30 a.m., I'm wide awake at midnight-thirty??

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...it is! The SUN! Excuse me while I frantically fan myself in an attempt to keep from fainting dead away in disbelief.:thudSorry. I tried.Okay, so unless you live in a bubble or in a self-imposed news blackout (which I would understand completely), you may have heard something about the rain in New England. And by rain I mean deluge. And by deluge I mean GRAB THE CHILDREN AND NEARBY SMALL

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The most wonderful, excellent, and talented Jozet is playing tag again, and unlike the wonderful, excellent, and talented Queen A (shout out!) she tags nicely. No flicking involved.“Three Things meme. The three things are supposed to be things that you would like to see occur in your lifetime--serious or silly or sentimental…(leaving out, as Kent did, Peace In Our Lifetime, Cure for Cancer, all

lemonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04069759008636404028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12516082.post-1147354852998312792006-05-11T09:25:00.000-04:002006-11-15T12:40:33.386-05:00

So, Gee Dub the Almighty Who Is In Office Because God Made It So...what'cha gonna do? Think your oil buddies will give up a bit of their record profits? You know, to help remedy the damage they've wrought? Maybe Dickie shouldn't have helped rewrite the laws that used to protect the environment from his cronies, because now all those laws protect are the cronies. Oh, and their money.You think

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Ah, well. It was fun while it lasted.Anybody still up for a daquiri?

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"I thought that booze tasted a bit more boozey than the booze I'm used to boozing it up with."Banana daquiri anyone?

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As is the case just about everywhere, gas prices here in Quiet Village have skyrocketed. It is mildly annoying to say the least, but I do chuckle when I hear the guy at the pump next to me muttering about how RIDICULOUS!! it is that he has to pay a hundred bucks to fill his Cadillac Escalade.Dude. Did this really not occur to you when bought the thing? Surely the sticker with the numbers 13/17 on

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It's been a while since I've seen the way the candles light your faceand it's been a while, but I can still remember just the way you tasteSexy as hell.Song lyrics fascinate me.Why can't I write stuff like that?

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Yes, I stole this from somebody else's blog. I'm bored and I can't bring myself to write about our little outing to Old Navy. Have you seen Friends with Money? No? Let's just say I have something in common with Frances McDormand now...minus the broken nose and the swearing.Okay, not the swearing.Ahem.Anyway. Find an iPod...a mini, a nano, a shuffle, they're all the same... or use your Rhapsody

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Stolen from the fabulous Omegamom because you know I am not at all inventive enough to come up with such things on my own...1. Grab the nearest book.2. Open it to page 161.3. Find the fifth sentence.4. Post the text of the sentence along with these instructions.5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you."Even though the camerlengo was the

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There's a theory that our children owe us nothing. They didn't ask to be brought into the world, after all, and it's not like they had a choice in the DNA donation, either. They are here because we decided to make it so, and if anybody owes anybody anything it is we who owes them...I mean let's face it, we spend nine months wishing they'd just GET THE HELL OUT ALREADY!!!! and then we tape plastic

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My tooth? The one that just had a root canal and is waiting for the crown? Let's just say either the dentist did a shitty job or the tooth is trying to tell me something.Now, I don't know what the tooth is trying to say, but I can tell you what I'm saying...MY %^&(@#* TOOTH HURTS!!!!Seriously. I want to cry. In fact, I am crying.sob800 mgs of Motrin didn't make a dent, so I piggybacked

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Lemony Child is enrolled in a lovely little preschool called Lemony Child's Preschool. She loves loves loves her little school. She paints fabulous things on construction paper and strings macaroni on yarn. There are parties, many many parties, to celebrate Winter and Spring and Rainbow Fish Day. They've made pizza, beachy desserts (think sand buckets and six thousand pounds of 'nilla wafer

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This? Is Lemony Teen.She's smart. She's beautiful. She's fiercely competitive. She's fearless. She's independent and strong.She is my heart.And today, despite me begging her to just slow down for a second, she is fifteen.I'm not ready.

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It was a Sunday. I remember because I'd spent the night before at his house and I only ever did that on Saturdays. Later - like when the world turned upside down - I spent more than Saturday nights, but not then.The first Saturday I'd just shown up at three in the morning, scared out of my mind because I'd managed to pick up a follower in the Common and didn't want to lead him to my apartment,

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I was rudely awakened this morning by snot. Yes, that's right, snot. You know, snot. Green ookie crap. Or, as Lemony Child is prone to calling it, nose glue. I'll spare you the goopity green details, but I will tell you this...when the Sinex stops working, you stop sleeping.This all happened at 5:17 a.m. The sun isn't even up then. I was not happy. Then I realized I was on the couch. Freezing.

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I had an interesting encounter with a bug-eyed woman in the parking lot at the produce market, but since I'm currently cooking food with the stuff purchased at the above mentioned produce market, you'll have to wait until later to hear the gory details.I know you're just frothing with anticipation.oh stop rolling your eyes...Until then, I'm teal. Teal. Could there be a worse shade of green?You

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I mean, really.Swastikas painted on a Jewish community center.Unspeakable and just plain horrific.A homeless man set on fire.Can't quite wrap my brain around that. Setting a person on fire. For sport. No, not getting it.President Clinton heckled with "You're a WAR CRIMINAL!"Or at least I think that's what they said. Kinda hard to tell since I was all distracted by a hat. And in case I did

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Twenty-six replies.One hundred dollars.I, and the PATH rotavirus vaccine program, thank you. You all rock.Contribute ReceiptTotal: $100.00Thank you for your support!

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