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I have no energy to try to couch this post in nice prose or a larger philosophical context. I feel bald and blunt and impatient. I am trying to wean off the medication that has kept me tethered to this paragon of animals for the past five months and let me tell you - it ain't easy.Here's what I have discovered about pregnancy and child birth - they are big deals. Huge. You always hear how "Oh

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Pardon me for this, those of you with a sensitive gag reflex, but right at this moment I am filled with an overwhelming affection for you guys. I sit here in my sunny living room with my daughter asleep on my lap and your faces float in and out of my mind. My heart swells. My cup runneth over and I wish I had adequate art within to compose a love sonnet to each of you.Instead, it's like a bad

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BeforeI didn't meditateI movedI sawI didvery important thingsNowI rockI rockI rockus to a higher planeHer lullabyMy mantraHer breathMy only concern

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What can I say? This is an important milestone so I thought I'd share. A warning to those of you with sensitive ears - I yell loudly at the end, which I am sure was an excellent comfort to my very surprised baby.

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Since my lovely daughter was born four months ago, I have started ten TEN posts and finished none. Mostly because in the early days I preferred going to the bathroom or eating to writing. And later I would be overcome by doubt each time I would be close to finishing. And my new pace of life does not allow for my usual wishy washiness. That ends today. So there. Here's a picture of the

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I really like Facebook for the most part. Over the past year my extended family has all joined and I have enjoyed getting more involved in the minutia of their lives - something that distance has prevented me from in the past.But today - not so much. Today all it has done is show me pics of gatherings of my OKC friends - gatherings that we haven't been invited to....that just a year ago we would

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My dear cousin sent me some questions to answer about how things are going. I thought I'd post them here, in case you were curious. Also because I am lazy and like to recycle material when possible.Are your feet swollen?Yes - not too badly and only within the last week or so, but yes. Yesterday I wore flipflops to work - and it was VERY cold.Is your boss driving you insane?Abso-friggin-lutely. I

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I will not insult you by apologizing yet again for my spotty blogging habits (although I feel a deep remorse over this shortcoming). I will merely say that I am as big as a house. No - as big as a subdivision. Here is a pic of me spreading some Christmas cheer through caroling. How am I able to stand on my feet for two hours caroling? Because she is so darn low that she no longer restricts my

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I have had a hard time this week staying on track mentally. I have been consumed with what I call forest questions - those large, life, universe and the meaning of it all questions. Questions that are so big they push the details of the day-to-day aside, so big that I can't see the trees for the forest. As the week moved along, these ponderings sharpened and threw into relief the real trigger

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My husband and I shook off the bounds of our hermitage tonight and headed out to a pumpkin carving party. I have to say Joe and I ... it's not that we aren't good at socializing. It's just - well we have to work at it. At least I do. And sometimes when we check in with each other after a mutually experienced event it seems that he does too. Why is conversation at parties so difficult for us? I

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Hi Friends - I have been horribly neglectful of my blogging duties. I just came off of a whole month of travel and I will get back in the swing of things. In the meantime, here's a pic of Anna at 27 weeks. Her arm is under her chin and kinda looks like she is smiling - at least I'd like to think so.I already love her so much that it hurts.

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Today we went for an ultrasound to check out Anna's heart. I am happy to report that everything is in working order and her EKG was normal. The doc wants me to check my heart, because I have been having more trouble than usual, lately, but Anna is fine. In fact - she is perfect... from her head......to her feet.The once again captured some 3-D shots, but this time - she looks like a baby! An

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I have received a few requests for a pic of the nursery in progress. Here's a fairly lousy photo, but it gives you an idea of the bright yellow I painted it. We have miles to go before we sleep...including giving away that useless, behemoth of a TV, moving the bed out, etc... But you can get an idea of where we are headed.

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Joe is not the easiest person in the world for whom to buy presents. This makes for high anxiety on my part the month before his birthday. Complicate that with the fact that for the past two years I have had a business trip on his birthday... well let's just say I am not gunning for Wife of the Year anytime soon.But this year I got it right. Let me say that the man's wishes are not complicated.

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Alright alright - here is a picture of my growing..well..everything. Of my growing everything. Because it's all getting bigger. All of it. Remind why I am doing this to myself again? Oh right - to have a child. Thanks for the reminder.

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BiscuitsBlackberry jamBaconMeet the PressFirst real cup of coffee in ages (just one)Baby kicking insideA day ahead of nursery paintingPajamasJoe right beside

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Warning - these photos are not for the faint of heart. No cuddly, cute baby rolls just yet. Mostly skin and bones. But I love her anyway.The above pic is her looking dead on into the camera (well not really a camera, but you get the idea) We went for another scan yesterday and they confirmed she is a girl. I won't post that picture to protect her modesty later on. Plus if I don't use it now, I

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Above is a pic I took of a mini tornado or dust devil that sprang up outside of my office window Thursday afternoon. Quite exciting. It knocked down a few tree limbs and uprooted a couple of tents at the Thursday farmers market, but other than that did not do much damage, except knocking out the power to our offices.This weekend was very much like last weekend full of activity with family and

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Hi friends,I have just returned from a week-long work trip to Orlando where it rained the whole time. But that's ok because I stayed inside the resort the whole time except for the last night when I was allowed out to a lovely sea food restaurant where I ate a steak. It was SO good - covered in a port sauce with Gorgonzola. MMMmmmm. The work trip went well all things considering. Felt great about

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Anna Lee Holman (Working title). The docs are about 75% sure it's a girl! Isn't she cute? Skeletal, but cute. She's due 1/1/10.

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Well crap. I have been called Suzy Homemaker twice this week. And I actually sorta like it - although it came as a bit of a shock. I really don't think of myself that way. Suzy Homemakers are those fabulous women who raise wonderful, smart, caring members of society and at the same time managing the business of you know daily LIFE for her whole family, concurrently with making a difference to the

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I have a warm and fuzzy feeling this morning, having read the New York Time's op-ed about the Internet's first protocol working group. The piece is a nice reminder of the Internet's origins as a tool for conveying information to enhance collaboration among peers and that the rules came into existence in a similar spirit: people capturing the best of their thoughts, opening them up for comment

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My sister has recently discovered YouTube. The video below was taken on Christmas Eve morning as I made the meal at my sister's apartment. We celebrate Christmas with my dad on Christmas Eve. This process never goes smoothly smoothly. It is usually a stressful time because L and I never have the meal done on time, and we are usually feeding my grandparents who are in their nineties and who live

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I was lucky enough to spend a little time with my niece this month. My step father gave her this bear for Valentine's Day. Not sure how she feels about it.

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I bring you another guest post - this time a rant - from my incensed husband who bought a CBGB t-shirt from that famed establishment right before it shut its doors in 2006, only to shelve the shirt forever after encountering it for sale in a mall in Oklahoma. A snob- sure. But a principled snob.The "punk rock" kids of today seem to mimic the punk rock style of the late 1970s and early 1980s.

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Federally funded ad campaign holds up value of marriageBy Sharon Jayson, USA TODAYMarriage has turned into quite a quandary for many young adults. Should they or shouldn't they? Can they escape divorce? Will moving in together forestall a breakup?These conflicted feelings haven't gone without notice in Washington.Carrie and Joe Burns of St. Louis are 24 and 26. They met when she was 16 and he was

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According to Rosie, who plies her trade in a purple velvet booth in the middle of Baltimore's Inner Harbor mall, I am going to be pregnant with twins by July. Take that, mes oeufs.

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Mes pauvres oeufsWhy are you being so difficult?So erraticInconsistentDo you think you're special?Maybe just bored?You've stayed thirty yearsIn the same placeMotivation to move!Shake a leg!For God's sakeBe predictableOr at leastDon't be so pickyChoose oneLet it inDivide divide divideThenFor my sakeDIG!Mes pauvres oeufsIs that so hard?Gilmore said it bestWhy don't you just go home?Are you too good

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Last weekend I spent time with one of my best friends and her husband. We will call them Beans and Bear, respectively, for reasons I will not go into here. I love these two people. And I love their dogs - so much so that I am going to devote two separate posts extolling the virtues of each dog. Beans and Bear will have to be satisfied not with an individual blog posts, but with my simple

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Hi folks. Today I am with B & E in DC having a wonderful time catching up and hangin with their two adorable dogs and their daughter who's obscured by B's muscle and skin. All this to say, more from me later, but I wanted to post something my hubby wrote, because it moved me in strange way. This is done without his permission, but as for so many of my other indiscretions I feel sure he will

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There is a quiz that is going around on Facebook and yes, I answered it. The object is to post 25 random facts about yourself. In the interest of sharing, I thought I would also post it here. More fodder for the masses, right? (Masses HA! I have five "followers" one of which hasn't logged on since 1984. Luke you know I am talking about you. And what's with not posting since Jan. 2.? Moving on...

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With Facebook's relatively recent, yet almost total, saturation of our collective, online consciousness, it was only a matter of time before traditional media did a piece about its influence on our social interconnections and the fabric of society. This article reflects on the ability of and controversy over deleting friends on Facebook. A semi-interesting topic, but that is not what caught my

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I wrote about five different posts about this article but could not strike a balance between too personal, too...squishy or too yeah I don't know. So I scrapped them and will just say this: The way I understand this article is that there is some scientific (And I make no claim that the methodology is sound, given that I am not a scientist) evidence that supports the idea that that which excites

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Edie indicated she wanted to go outside. And so I let her.

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(The Mall as seen from space during President Obama's inauguration ceremony)My my wasn't that somethin'? My boss stopped work and put up the ceremony on the big projection screen and we ate chili made from the Obamas' own recipe . We had red velvet cupcakes with American flags sticking out of them. It was a grand ole time.The ceremony as a whole did not disappoint, despite my almost-fevered

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I'm tired of all the happy men who rule the worldTheir smilesTheir smiles, their pedigreesThey smile. But not for meI'd like the chance to hide in that worldI'm happy, but I'm not at ease with that whole world...There's trust. He let's me move. And lust of which I approveI'm sick to try. I am too prepared. I'm duly warned and duly scared.My life is not on trial.I smile.At this moment I am

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I want to believe.

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No - this post isn't about my life's purpose or anything inspirational. It's about the movie that ran in my head all night. I woke myself up yelling in my dream. There are many times in dreams when I try to yell or scream and I can't and it is always a surprise when I manage it. Anyway, so I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep for a long time. Are you on the edge of our seat? I bet you are.The

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My life is a little crazy today, so I will leave you with this:And this...La vie est belle.

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Recently I finished On the Beach. Have you read it? I confess I hadn't heard of it before a documentary I was watching about Ronald Reagan. His daughter, Patty Davis, was a supporter of the Nuclear Freeze Movement and Dr Helen Caldicott references the book in one of the huge protests in DC. I am not sure how this book escaped my notice, because I am particularly keen on books that take a

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The New York Times published an article recently about the winter attractions in Santa Fe, NM. I am a frequent visitor to Santa Fe because Ph's parents live there, and so thought I'd post in random order, some pics of our visits over the last few years.This is Ph at Cadillac Ranch outside of Amarillo. Ok - so it's not in Santa Fe, but we always stop at Cadillac Ranch when we drive to Santa

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I do not have much to say, today, given that my favorite college football team royally screwed the pooch last night. Instead, I'd like to leave you with the above image as we head into our weekend. But what I, and indeed all of us, should keep in mind is that unless the grim reaper intervenes, Saturday always comes after Friday. Yeah, really? It does? Well I need it to move it's fancy pants

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So - did you know my husband (Ph) is an artist? He is. My first present from him, back when he was woo-ing me so many years ago, was this oil:We call him the blue bunny. (Remind you of a certain Spanish artist's piece?) He has done a series of bunnies and has dispersed them to family members. Here's another one.This one was a wedding present for his buddy Guy. I sure hope he appreciates it.

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One of the most amazing moments of my life was when my sister got to hold her daughter for the first time. This did not occur immediately after her giving birth, with the baby slippery and with much commotion, as is usual in many cases. Due to special circumstances this baby needed extra attention after being born. We knew this in advance and had steeled ourselves for the hiatus that would

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One of my favorite movies is Donnie Darko and so of course when we were invited to our first Halloween party as a couple, I jumped at the chance to go as... yes you guessed it, Donnie and Frank (the bunny). Now for those of you who may not know, Frank is Donnie's sort of imaginary soothsayer bunny friend through most of the movie. We set about to make the costumes. Most of our effort went into

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The summer of 2006 was a tough one for Ph and me. He was studying for the Bar and I was finishing my thesis. Plus we were becoming reacquainted after a year of being separated by an ocean and I was overcoming (very very slowly) moving from a bustling city where people were everywhere, where I could walk everywhere and where one needed only to fall out of one's door to have an adventure, to a hot,

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Because I did not have a blog back then, I did not have the pleasure of sharing my last night in London. My friend D and I set it up as a mild, quiet, pick-one-or-two-things-and-do-them-well, kind of last hoorah. Went to the Royal Opera House and had a glass of Veuve Clicquot on the rooftop terrace overlooking Covent Garden Market - about a two-minute walk from where I used to live. You can

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