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Corabelle111
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Name: Corie
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Birthday: 11/30/1981
Interests: My beautiful baby girls!!, my awesome hubby, learning to love firefighting, perfectionism, Friends (all ten seasons, baby!), country music, singing in my car, snacking, avoiding cleaning my house, my beloved TiVo, movies, overanalyzing everything, pina coladas at Cheeseburger in Paradise, having friends over, coming to the realization that God really does want good things for me
Expertise: TiVo-ing Dora episodes, Friends trivia, playing MadGabs, remembering birthdays, worrying, eating taco bell while driving, managing to find time to watch Dr. Phil but not to fold the laundry, stretching a grocery budget, finding something to complain about, surviving on much-too-little sleep
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/8/2005
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| ain't in kansas anymorexanga's changed in the short time I've been away!
wanted to invite y'all to come on over to my new site, or, barring that, to my mama's new site, to see our happy pics of my new baby nephew! It's worth the venture to another blogosphere. :)
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| Goodbye...I've always considered myself more of a leader than a follower, but apparently that is not the case in the online blogging world. I only joined xanga after the majority of my friends and relatives had done so and talked me into doing so (remember the original tagline to this blog: I give in...). And now I find myself, like the little online lemming I am, following my mother and my sister-in-law's leaps off the xanga cliff and into another blog site.
Yep, xanga's been good to me, but I feel I've outgrown this starter relationship, and another site will be better able to meet my needs at this time in my life. I figure now's as good a time as any, seeing as how my xanga buddies' post frequency has kinda dwindled off, for whatever reason-- the main reason to stay in this community was our interchange and catching up with one another easily, since we all had xanga sites, but it's been more hit or miss of late so I feel I'll be missed less over here than I would have been at a previous time.
Anyway, so I'm off-- leaving the safe, familiar confines of xanga, where there may have been fewer and fewer comments and posts but at least I could reassure myself that people were reading what I had to say, to the wild, unknown wilderness of another blog, where I may receive no comments and have absolutely no readers (well, except for maybe my mom). But that's what you have to do sometimes-- be brave and go it alone. Right?
I'd love to have you check me out at my new site, here... it's easy to comment, even if you don't have a blog over there yourself. (You may even be able to subscribe to it thru e-mail, though I'm not sure about that part.......) I promise I will still be faithfully checking everyone out over here on a regular basis, so keep updating! And if anyone feels so inclined to leave xanga as well, I'd be more than happy to help talk them thru the transition :)-- I experimented with a blog on a couple different sites before I settled down.
Lastly, if any of you DO or DO NOT want me to put a link to their blog on my site, then please let me know. Otherwise, I've just included those that post fairly regularly. If yours isn't on there, it doesn't mean I'm not still interested in you. :) And if you'd like it there, let me know! And if yours IS there, and you'd rather it not be, then let me know that as well.
Okay, I guess that's it... my long, drawn-out farewell... I never was good at good byes.......
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| Just in case any one was planning on coming by my house for an impromptu visit, allow me to deter you.
Here are the things in my household that are slimy and/or smudgy right now:
- the computer monitor
- the computer mouse
- the computer keyboard
- both main television screens
- the glass door on the entertainment center
- the sliding glass door
- Lily's window
- any and all mirrors
- the bathmat in Lily's bathroom...
- ... and the carpet right in front of the TV downstairs, upon both of which Tessa spit up earlier. (that was also what was the final straw to get me out of bed [much much too early] this morning-- I picked T up from where she was lying next to me, and put her on her belly on top of MY belly, and she spit up on my neck and shirt. All of this is surely to blame on the fact that she nursed constantly from 5:30 to 7:00 this morning)
- the refrigerator door handle
- the microwave
- my bathroom sink
- my bathroom floor
- Lily's juice cup
- Lily's high chair
- several of Lily's polly pockets and their dresses
- the telephone
- the kitchen table
- the kitchen chair where L's booster seat sits
- any and all surface areas in either car
among numerous other things, I'm quite sure, that I just have yet to discover. Ugh.
I want to go back to bed. Unfortunately, neither of my girls feel the same way, and Jason is still in ours...
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| You know you're the mother of a little girl when...... you wake up in the morning to find her dressed in her pajamas, along with a frilly pink tutu, numerous plastic necklaces, and furry princess slippers.
... you have Barbies in various states of undress strewn about in what are sometimes (accidentally) quite compromising positions.
... she refers to the jeans she's wearing as her " new Old Navy pants".
... she continues to play dress up in her bedroom at night, even in the face of a spank warning--- being fashionable has its price, after all.
... even toy trucks suddenly start talking to each other and having a mommy.
... you have to stop every 5 seconds while vaccuuming to see if the little pink speck you're about to suck up is a vaccuumable fuzz or a Polly Pocket shoe.
... she tells you, quite innocently, after watching The Little Mermaid and discussing with you the contents of the movie, and subsequently playing with her Ariel and Prince Eric doll (and having them "kiss"), and lamenting that she doesn't have a white bride's dress to change her Ariel doll into, that "Ariel is going to take her bra [her bathing suit top] off now, because she's married."
You know your daughter's father is male when...
...he overhears this amusingly innocent little comment and replies morosely: "Unfortunately, that's not always the case, Lily."
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P.S. Isn't this tragic about poor Heath Ledger?
P.P.S. Welcome home Mama! (and dad!)
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| Not much going on. Apparently, not much going on with anyone. Xanga pickin's are slim. In an effort to at least refresh my own page's offerings, let's see what I can come up with to post....
We took T to the doctor yesterday, certain that there must be something going on with her that was making her: pull at her ears (surefire ear infection symptom, yes?), not sleep at night, not eat her baby food any more, have a slimy nose, sound hoarse when she cries, and just generally be a crab. His official diagnosis: nothing. He couldn't find anything wrong with her. Just told us that lots of babies enter a phase like this at 4-7 mos where they get fussy for no apparent reason, and that teething wasn't helping. Hmm. I'm reassured but frustrated. We did learn that she's now up to a whopping 17 lbs. That's right, only 8 lbs behind her big sis. Here is, in my opinion, a particularly adorable picture of her (it's from a couple weeks ago, but still counts, right?):
I schwacked my hand against the doorway of our laundry room the other day, gouging my wedding band into my skin and causing a nice little gash. So in an effort to let it heal, I haven't been wearing my wedding or engagement rings for the past several days. It's really weird. I haven't gone a whole day w/out wearing at least the wedding band since we were married. I've even gone out in public-- I'm surprised I haven't had single guys just knocking each other over on their way to ask me out, now that my ring finger is bare. Surely my haggard appearance and the two small children hanging off of me aren't a turn-off?
I'm slowly working on getting my house back in some semblance of order and peace now that the holidays are over. It's coming around. But now I'm having the traditional, post-holiday, post-decoration emptiness, gray-winter bleakness feeling of not being satisfied with anything in my house. Yep, a mere year it's been, and I already want to change everything. I don't think it helps that my new friend has about a half-a-year younger house and is just now getting around to painting and doing some upgrades, so I'm seeing her doing all this fun new stuff and feeling envious. I'd venture to guess that she also has substantially more expendable income than we do, so I keep trying to remind myself of that... I am working on plans to finally do some stuff in our bedroom-- that poor, redheaded stepchild of rooms, that every home decorating show always says you should make beautiful and reflective of yourself, and a sanctuary to retreat to, but which the sad reality is that it's the room you can get away with not doing anything to while you fix up the rest of the house that people other than yourself actually see. I don't like anything about my bedroom. I don't like the color, which never came out right according to my original vision, I'm sick of our bedding, I don't have curtains, I still don't have a headboard-- the whole thing is just blah. My hope is to do some renovating in there in the next couple months... I just need to acquire the funds to do so...
Here are my televisionary (ha!) excitements of the moment:
1) AI is back on! Woohoo. I will thus commence with my annual Idol queries and comments:
- why don't they put a sign on the other door-- the one that they're NOT supposed to exit thru?
- it's unfortunate to think of all the actually GOOD people who don't get a chance to make it as far as the judges, b/c they have to save room for all the insane people.
- when do they film that background footage of the people who try out? Before they see RP&S?
- when/how do they get that footage of all these contestants, who we previously saw try out with a different song, singing the same song?
- why can't the universe share the wealth a little bit, and not give the attractiveness and the singing talent to the same people?
- in the same vein, I will bet that in 99% of the cases you can tell if a chick is going to make it
thru just b/c she's "thin, pretty, big t---. Your basic nightmare."
(bonus points! Name that movie!)
2) LOST is back in a mere 12 days. Unfortunately, for a mere 8 episodes, if this flippin writer's strike doesn't get its act together pronto.
3) For some strange (surely strike-related) reason, which I am not going to question b/c I'm psyched about it, Chuck is going to be on next Thursday and airing two new episodes in one night. Hooray!
Lastly, potty training is going fairly well I'd say, thanks for asking. If you want the details, L has successfully used the "big potty" at the dr's office yesterday AND in the big scary Meijer AND Kroger bathrooms this week. She hasn't had a #1 accident the past two days and counting. And yesterday, I put her in her room for a rest and on a whim stuck her potty chair in there, just in case she felt inspired, and she came out to report to me that she'd gone both numbers in there all on her own. THAT was cause for celebration in my book. She is getting much better at telling us if she wants to go, probably b/c she gets a treat if she decides to do so on her own w/out us asking, but I'll take what I can get at this point. So, we're making progress. I'm trying so hard to be patient, but I just want this done NOW....
That's all for my report, I suppose. ttfn.
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