tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62560062024-03-07T01:17:32.831-05:00Me and Me onlyIt's not about the kids. It's not about the job. It's not about religion or politics.
Unless, of course, I want it to be.Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.comBlogger662125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-2025298627674914242013-08-03T11:49:00.001-04:002013-08-03T11:49:22.044-04:00The Great Cupcake EscapadesI'm typically a little too, shall we say, all over the place to be much good as a crafty hobbyist. I have things that I enjoy. I like to tinker. But frankly, my mercurial self will never stay enthralled with one thing long enough to say I'm, for example, a quilter, baker, scrapbooker...well you get the idea. Some things, however, I ended up returning to quite often for a variety of reasons; only Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-60372800958104879152013-08-01T11:10:00.002-04:002013-08-01T11:14:32.928-04:00It's been so long let's get reacquainted. It seems to me that all blogs should start off with a "who am I?" entry. This one did ten years ago when I created it's inaugural post. Who I was then, a young(er) mother to one child, working part-time, looking for an outlet beyond the 'baby book' style blog I also kept, is not exactly who I am today. A decade manages to change people.
So who am I?
I am a mom. This time around, I'm a mom to Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-89254378953121617002013-08-01T07:29:00.001-04:002013-08-01T07:29:23.040-04:00Life With My Overachieving Bunch: Smurfing Food Allergies?Sometimes the allergy community gets itself worked up over stuff. Sometimes I identify with the rally cry and other times I don't. The latest hubbub over the new Smurf movie is one in which I don't fall in with the masses. Instead of waxing poetic again, I will just share the link to a guest blog post I wrote for a friend:
Life With My Overachieving Bunch: Smurfing Food Allergies?Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-71175744633496261572013-07-31T23:03:00.001-04:002013-07-31T23:05:22.544-04:00The big comebackWhen I signed off 5 years ago I left things a little open ended. It was nice having my own wall to throw stuff up against. It was fun having others actually read that stuff and leave a few words. As much as I knew I needed a break from blogging, I also knew that one day the words would build up inside again and I'd need to dust off my little slice of the web. That time has come.
I can't promiseSandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-78403061752364187752008-08-05T11:11:00.002-04:002008-08-05T11:21:17.927-04:00Perhaps it's timeWhen I began blogging 6 years ago it was a release. This virtual home was a place to come and let out whatever was pent up. I enjoyed it. I looked forward to it. I read blogs. I made new friends. I wrote regularly. And then I began to write less. And then less.And now, if we're being truthful, this blog has become a more labor than love. When I do come around to post something, it's done as a Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-26204472412023032752008-06-30T00:16:00.003-04:002008-06-30T00:16:00.728-04:00Six years gone byBehind my desk sits a tall white dresser. It's not an expensive dresser. It's not an old dresser. It is a spare dresser, however, and it's loaded to the gills with photo albums and loose photos I've yet to get into other photo albums. One weekend not too long ago, we pulled some of the collection out. Logan spent well over an hour marveling over how tiny he had actually been.And I spent the same Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-54421375709540705402008-05-13T10:51:00.002-04:002008-05-13T10:59:30.038-04:00Seven minutes TO heaven? Are you aware?Seven minutes in heaven conjures images of teens exchanging kisses in dark closets. Maybe the phrase niggles at your memory pulling bits of an '80s teen flick that you can't quite remember who was in it or what it was about.For many, however, the phrase is ominous and sounds a lot more like "seven minutes TO heaven." For individuals with food allergies, seven minutes after the onset of an Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-30535152723107653932008-05-09T21:36:00.005-04:002008-05-09T22:11:50.726-04:00SymbolicWhen I'm not juggling the array of things the family likes to toss at me, I sometimes don my PR maven hat and write a release for my daughter's preschool. The last week we've been working on something to give the interested local TV station about the school's annual butterfly release project. Each year the 400-ish students watch roughly 70 caterpillars morph into butterflies. Then, on a day Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-13892448232535897112008-04-20T21:30:00.005-04:002008-04-20T21:55:47.219-04:00Seeking. Finding.I like to take pictures. This is no surprise to anyone that knows me.Looking back over my stash of photos, it seems I like taking photos of pathways. Why? Well, that's what I've been trying to put my finger on. The good news, for me anyway, is that I think I finally did pin point the cause of my obsession. It's about possibility and the chance to define where you're headed - even if it means a Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-29943015681555573032008-04-14T09:09:00.002-04:002008-04-14T09:15:04.554-04:00Dear Sanity-fairyI know you're awfully busy ensuring the marbles stay put in so many other heads, but if you could just spare a moment I think I might have an idea that could save you some precious time. Life for moms and dads every where would be so much saner if you could, you know, maybe, see to it that their children didn't already know everything. It's awfully difficult to keep it together when the 5 year Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-14368174137524533872008-04-02T22:53:00.005-04:002008-04-02T23:21:15.996-04:00It'd be peachy without youI've learned something very important over the last 6 years. I don't like other parents.Ok, let me clarify. I have lots of wonderful friends that are parents - these parents I like. There are lots of other parents that I can readily identify with or feel at ease with - these parents I like.It's the rest of them: the prima-donna-mom's that force their crying girls into the dance studio because "Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-45778706216649370022008-03-18T23:34:00.005-04:002008-03-18T23:50:24.823-04:00Waiting on deckThe air is crisp. The night still creeps in on the early side of evening. The grass has yet to green up. Yet they are showing up on ball fields all over the place - young children clad in over sized jersey's and caps featuring Major League logos. Logan's first outdoor t-ball practice was today. For the last 6 weeks, he's been playing in the indoor practice center our VERY serious Little League Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-45583755145230188962008-03-16T22:44:00.007-04:002008-03-16T23:45:16.650-04:00Catching my breathSix years ago, I made the choice to quit full-time work and find a solution that allowed me to meet our financial needs without giving up more time at home then necessary. It was an easy choice to make but a hard one to implement. In the back of my mind was Harry Chapin's song "Cats in the Cradle." I never wanted to be "that" parent. So far. So good.Lately, however, the corner of the blogosphere Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-53771618713830734242008-03-10T09:23:00.000-04:002008-03-10T09:24:00.145-04:00New MathWe play a lot of hide-and-seek in our house. It burns energy. It amuses them immensely and as a side-benefit, it helps hone their ability to count. All good stuff, right?Yesterday they begin playing and my 3 year old decides to change up the rules. "Wogan," she says to her 5 year old brother, "Don't count to 10. Count to 20 so I have more time."He starts to argue but the look on her face tells Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-40151471696927515342008-02-28T22:49:00.005-05:002008-02-28T23:19:03.230-05:00Fairy dust and milestonesSome milestones come and go marked only by some momentos or photographs. Some leave lasting changes - sitting unassisted, first steps, first words, first teeth. Then there's the milestones like the one Logan marked today. Logan was about 6 months old when the first edges of a tooth broke through his gums. We have pictures of that baby smile with little white, sharp edges flashing out of pinky Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-33788245191426362322008-02-17T23:26:00.005-05:002008-02-17T23:52:32.483-05:00Take me back to '84Tonight I was 11 years old again.As a child of the 80s it shouldn't be a surprise that I did my time as a Knight Rider groupie. I was 9 years old when "The Hoff" was cool and a black T-top convertible was THE car to pine for. From it's debut in 1982 to it's sign-off in 1986(yes I had to look those dates up) I watched faithfully. For my best friend and I, Knight Rider was the grade-school, and Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-59848960034872254072008-01-31T23:43:00.000-05:002008-02-01T00:13:48.937-05:00Madness of the TV deprivedIrregardless of which side I'm on (writers), this whole strike-so-no-new-programming-just-oodles-of-reality-tv is putting a real damper on my mission to completely veg out on the couch after a long day. While I'm finding myself oddly addicted to programming I had never in a million years imagined I'd enjoy (Project Runway), I also found the clicker finger stalling out somewhere in the 24-hour Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-65752401471460622962008-01-28T21:14:00.001-05:002008-01-28T21:14:34.156-05:00Google images don't fail me nowThis morning we made an important discovery. One of the bottom center teeth in the boy's mouth is loose. At 5 1/2 years old, its his first loose tooth. To say he's excited is an understatement.After running laps around our house yelling "“MY TOOTH IS LOOSE!!!”, he made a couple of phone calls - Grandparents and Daddy. He insists that Dad tell the boss too. Being a good listener (sometimes) Dad Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-25508637275526538232008-01-21T08:34:00.001-05:002008-01-21T09:07:21.779-05:00Sports CynicI was never a baseball fan until I was about to turn 23. When I talk about my 'fandom', I usually qualify which season drew me in by saying "I was hooked on the game in April!", lest someone thinks I threw myself at the first bandwagon rolling by.It's true. I never really watched a baseball game until that year. However, I was dating someone (who I have since married) that practically eats, Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-29352866046813976832008-01-05T14:15:00.001-05:002008-01-05T14:59:41.366-05:00Best of 2007I know. I'm a little late. Not quite a week late, but late just the same. Last week, probably when it was actually New Year's, Jenn tagged me for the "Best of" meme. In the interest of being a good blog-bud, I now give you, albeit belated (have I said that enough?), my best of 2007 entry.There were rules and all that too - start copy and typing and end copy and...well it's a meme so there was Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-24487678964583877252007-12-28T16:01:00.000-05:002007-12-28T16:35:27.893-05:00So, about this resolution stuffI don't "do" resolutions. I used to. Dutifully. Every year I'd mull over my options over the waning days of a year trying to pin point the biggest areas of my young life where change was required. And yet, invariably, every year those things would fall by the wayside before Valentine's Day cards got bought.It's not that I lack discipline. Really, it's a very simple problem. I'm, how do we say, Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-15738052207513607132007-12-21T18:55:00.000-05:002007-12-21T22:49:44.931-05:00Oh to be 5It started out as one of "those" days. I was up before the rest of the house. Normally that's not a bad thing. It usually means I have some quiet time to read email or take in a few pages of my book without being climbed on. Today, however, there was no relaxing. Today there was baking to be done. A lot of baking.We'll gloss over the nitty gritty with this - sometime between getting two kids Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-55199679444687568352007-12-12T23:21:00.000-05:002007-12-12T23:34:06.622-05:00Sometimes curiosity is badAfter my massive brainstorm to update my blog (which was inspired by Peggie's mission to update her's as a Christmas present to herself*), I volunteered to help Jenn update her template.And that's when the bad thing happened.I am not a web designer by trade. I only know enough HTML to get myself in trouble. I knew enough to alter the basic template I had to make it Jenn's very own lovely new homeSandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-61693873535764601352007-12-11T16:48:00.000-05:002007-12-12T12:33:50.461-05:00Work in ProgressYes, I'm tinkering with the template again. That sea shell design was ready to go. I know there's a spelling mistake in the header graphic. I also know I somehow lost a second color in the background. I'm not sure I like the red I settled on. I'm tinkering. It may evolve over time. Or not.Got an opinion on the change? Let me know.UPDATED (12/12) - Well I found my second color, made some text Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256006.post-87616908808856944622007-12-09T22:37:00.000-05:002007-12-09T23:19:57.037-05:00The kid will take a tall. Make mine a Venti.I don't even remember how it came up but I recently found myself saying:My daughter is addicted to Starbucks.And if I recall the other end of the conversation seemed to need a moment to pop her eyes back in her head."Starbucks?" she said, "You mean your three year old?"Some how the funny of a story gets lost when you need to explain it. I hate that. Even as I back tracked slightly and then moved Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01859698145917146528noreply@blogger.com1