From the monthly archives:

September 2009

care for introverts

I saw this a couple of weeks ago from a twittie bird on Twitter…  I clicked on the link, expecting it to be a funny, ha ha moment, “tongue in cheek”.  I grew silent as I read the list.  It describes my youngest almost to a T, and for the first time, I was getting an idea of “Where he’s coming from”.

It does not say much about my being an observant mother, does it?  How could I have not seen?  It is so obvious:  The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) assessment has so conveniently divided people along this line: on one side you have your extroverts, on the other, introverts.  It’s just that it has never occurred to me that we are living essentially in an “extrovert” world now.

There is an implicit, prevalent belief that in order to be somebody, you need to be an extrovert, or act like one, for most professions residing in a corporate structure.  Of course, if you are a writer, an artist, or a musician, you are welcome to be as introvert as you need to.  Hack, you can be crazy if that’s what floats your boat. I am sure the way human interactions have been moving onto the Interweb, into the virtual world, has allowed a lot of introverts to thrive.  How many amongst us are “closeted introverts” that are gregarious and energetic online yet reserved and apprehensive in real life.

A lot.  Judging by the sheer amount of comments on Reddit, almost 700 of them.  This list received almost 2,400 “Up” votes, and 3,400 “Diggs“.  A pent-up realization that it is O.K. to not to want to be around other people 24/7, to not be adaptive, to not enjoy change, to take a long time before making a decision.  To be quiet.  To be observant.  To need to feel drained by other people.  To want to be by yourself.

I like to joke that there is no manual for parenting.  Well, this list sort of helps.


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My youngest went tramping in the woods with daddy this weekend and came upon this great looking walnut.  He was very excited since, at least to him and all of us in the family actually, it looks like Jack Skellington in Tim Burton’s The Nightmare before Christmas…
nightmare_before_christmas

The Nightmare Before Christmas was my 6year-old boy’s favorite movie when he was even younger.  We used to have to let him watch it almost every day.  For someone who is reserved and wary of startling, action-packed scenes, our youngest child’s love of Jack Skellington has always baffled us…

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This post is Part 5 of a series of posts documenting an impromptu DIY project I took on when I done and gone nuts on one Sunday afternoon…  It is indeed very interesting that the whole thing started on a Sunday afternoon, don’t ya think, after I’d been alone with the kids for 2 whole days…  (And, I believe, it is mandatory by law, that whenever I complain about being with the kids for a long period of time, to add this, “…despite the fact that I love them dearly, and yes, I know I will go to the HELL designated for Mothers Who Do Not Enjoy Being With Their Kids 24/7”.)

You can see the Genesis of the Bacon-flavored vodka, my trip to Walmart for the ingredients, 12 Steps to making your own, what it looked like a week before (Hint: LESS disgusting and questionable).  Or you can just take my word for it.

So according to the recipe, I am supposed to soak the  bacon strips in da Vodka for at least 3 weeks and then put the jar in the freezer to separate the fat.  This is the 4th week, so I am doing ok.  Although I have no excuse for why it took me a whole week to perform the step of “Bringing the jar from the cabinet and putting it inside the freezer”.   “I have a full-time job with 2 kids and a husband” just does not seem to work in this case.

Anyhoo, here is how the vodka looks like today:

DRUM ROLL PLEASE…



cat can sleep anywhere

Awww. Isn’t he (she?) cute? I just thought as an apology for showing you the disgusting picture below, I should reward you with a cute sleeping kitty picture.  Ok, here it is.  For real.  Are you ready?

Here it is…

Bacon Week 4

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“I want to be an artist so I can be rich!”

September 24, 2009 no manual for parenting

Tweet “Mom, what did you want to do when you grew up?” My 6 year-old asked innocently. This question stirs a lot of anxiety inside me, but that’s another post, if you are unlucky enough, I may indulge myself in one day… He’s been really concerned about his future lately. He has pondered on being […]

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“A Class Divided”: Powerful experiment on how Racism can be learned, and in 15 minutes

September 23, 2009 this i believe

Tweet Some of you may know about this already, since this Frontline documentary was first aired in 1985. I have only heard about the “Blue-eyed vs. Brown-eyed” experiment done by a daring 3rd-grade teacher, but I have never actually seen the documentary until today.  Through Twitter, of course.  There is something to be said about […]

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Dear God, it’s me, not Margaret, but before I die, may I please go to Bora Bora?

September 22, 2009 a picture is worth a thousand words

Tweet Seriously, I have promised myself that I will finish this white paper I am working on before I do anything else.  Except breathe.  And drink a lot of water which is good for you.  And then of course, pee.  And I have been working really hard, until I had to search for a research […]

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Why does the smiley face look like a pervert?

September 21, 2009 random

Tweet Seriously.  Have you looked at it closely?  What is wrong with Wordpress?  Why do the smiley faces on my posts look like a f*cking pervert?   I have never seen a smiley face with arched eyebrows like these… Tell me they don’t look sinister.  I mean, come on. Even Google’s smileys, though I do consider them to be […]

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Glue Gun, Pom Poms and Googly Eyes: Props for Mother of the Year medal

September 21, 2009 no manual for parenting

Tweet That is: if your kids, like mine, don’t know any better… My kids are ok.  They don’t know any other way of living. I say this often.  Sometimes, I am merely being sarcastic, and self-deprecating.  (Ha. Like that’s a surprise…)  Sometimes, I am being dead serious… I didn’t realize we were poor until the […]

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If I add enough tomato juice, I may be able to swallow it…

September 18, 2009 random

Tweet To recap: I embarked on an experiment to concoct my own bacon vodka, an one-woman moonshine operation on August 30.  The mason jar was wrapped in 3 layers of plastic bags and I had not been able to muster enough courage to peek inside it.  What was I afraid that I might see floating […]

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I went to get Starbucks and I got an Existential Crisis instead…

September 16, 2009 random

Tweet One thing about working is that, when you are assigned a project whose essence you detest, you become very easily distracted.  After finding it extremely difficult to focus on the tasks at hand, while the clock tick tick tick away, and truth be told, a trip to the restroom to reapply my makeup, I […]