Sometimes I get weighed down reading about other people’s lives in blogs. Sometimes I just keep clicking and linking and reading and I surface hours later wondering what happened. And then there are blogs I read that inspire me to write funny and witty stories about my life and experience and post them here. Since… Continue reading Reading Other People's Blogs
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World Cup Coverage
We’re watching the US coverage of the World Cup (“the WORld Cup”). Let me just say “Blah blah blah bla-BLAH blah blah”. They cannot shut up. Even after all these years in the country it’s funny the things that surprise you. Watching baseball with the endless jabber and spewing of statistics seems normal, right, even.… Continue reading World Cup Coverage
Sponsor My Sister
OK, this is a blatant appeal for support. My crazy sister () is weeks away from speedwalking a marathon at midnight. As you do… Anyway, you can give her and the Breast Cancer charity she rode in on, some monetary cheerleading here: https://www.bmycharity.com/V2/fifona UK tax payers can add an free 28p to every pound just… Continue reading Sponsor My Sister
Not Just Me Then?
Men lack a self-preservation instinct sometimes…
Why I Breastfeed My Babies
There are lots of good and worthy reasons to breastfeed, scientifically researched and mother-tested. You can read them in any sane book on motherhood and find many more at the La Leche League site. Then there are my reasons for using my own milk: 1. I always take my boobs with me where ever I… Continue reading Why I Breastfeed My Babies
Chocolate Milk — Breastfeeding At Hershey Park
Hordes of teenage boys surged past and I realised that I had picked a bench near the scariest ride at the amusement park — possibly not the most private spot in the world to breastfeed. But the baby was cranky and my boobs were tingling, so down I sat. Even second baby around, I still… Continue reading Chocolate Milk — Breastfeeding At Hershey Park
Addicted Again
I had a little reaction to the Knitting Olympics. It was similar to my reaction to anything that becomes an obligation. I didn’t want to knit anymore. Oh, and my hands were sore. Now that a couple of weeks have passed I’m back to squeezing my knitting in around other jobs like looking after my… Continue reading Addicted Again
Harlotry
I can’t tell you how much I want, this afternoon, to go to see the Yarn Harlot. She’s coming to a bookstore not quite near me. I want to go and buy a Tricoteuses Sans Frontiers badge; hear her talk “aboot” her adventures so far; and knit in her audience. It’s quite odd, this fangirl… Continue reading Harlotry
Philly
I composed a long and lyrical ode to Philadelphia as I drove through bits of it on the way back from the zoo. But now I’m so tired I could fall asleep standing up. So it’ll have to wait.
Mommyrobics
No-one mentions how physically exhausting it is to raise two boys. Or maybe they do but I just haven’t been listening. It turns out that wrestling a strong and 20+lb baby who is nursing is tough. Then there’s your two-year-old who REALLY doesn’t want to cooperate with whatever you’re trying to do (change a diaper,… Continue reading Mommyrobics