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Go Nigel, Go!
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Would You Like To Buy My Monkeys?
Nov
20
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Nov
19
Once Again, It’s Boobs
by Leslie
We had company at our house this weekend. When our guests arrived, Julia greeted them cheerfully.
“Hi guys!”
She put her hand on my shoulder and said, “This mom.”
Then she put her hand on my breast, “And this milk!”
All eyes quickly moved to my chest and the little hand resting upon it. I shifted my weight uncomfortably in my seat as the notion that Julia, a 2-year old, was still breastfeeding dawned upon the childless group.
Other mothers had warned me that, regardless of the facts, the act of allowing my child, who was old enough to walk and talk, to drink milk from my breasts was disgusting and perverted behavior that was abhorrent to social rules. How could I sacrifice the comfort of strangers for the health and well-being of my child? Look at what happens if you do.
I glanced at Julia and she was beaming with pride. Apparently she believes, my “milks” are so grand, they deserve their own introduction.
And why not? “Milks” are grand.
Nov
18
Plush
by Leslie
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Nov
17
This is what I woke up to this morning…
Nov
16
Pure
by Leslie
Julia and I love to twirl to the song “Pure” by The Lightning Seeds.
(Listen to it here. Buy it here
We giggle and turn round and round to the twittering synth sounds and euphonious melody. I scoop her up and hug her tight as we continue to spin. She wraps her legs around my waist, leans back, holds her arms out and closes her eyes, smiling without worry or fear. She clutches my arms and begins to laugh. By the end of the song we’re not spinning as much as we’re rocking, and her head is on my chest, her arms are stretched around me and her little hands are patting me to the beat of the song.
“Pure” has long been one of my favorite songs, but now, it’s more than a tune I like. It’s a song that’s meaningful to me because of Julia. It embodies the rapturousness that comes from spinning or knowing my daughter.
My little girl, who sparkles and shines…and knew that asking Mommy to spin with her would be the first stitch in the mend of her broken heart, I love you.
Nov
15
My Broken Heart
by Leslie
Sam died today.
She was born in May of 1986. She lived for 20 years and 6 months. She was my beloved friend for more than half my life.
Gentle, yet lively and abundantly affectionate, Sam was the perfect cat.
She had a tiny white spot on the top of her head, where I would always kiss her. She used to hook her paws around my hands and pull them to her when she wanted a little more petting. She had the loudest purr in the world.
She was a witness to many milestones in my life and was my greatest comfort during my lowest moments.
I can’t quite believe she is gone and I’ll never again see her big blue eyes light up when I walk in the room, feel her rub against my legs or hear her gravelly meow.
The house doesn’t feel the same without her. I don’t feel the same without her.
My heart is broken.
Nov
14
Operation BuzzKill
by Leslie
I think Dave was a frog in a past life. He is terribly uneasy and distracted whenever a fly is around.
I think his issues stem from an incident where a bird had flown into our chimney and died while I was in the hospital having Julia. About 3 days in to my 5 day hospital stay, he went home to grab a shower and was met with the unpleasant stench of our dead feathered friend. When he set out to investigate the source of the odor, he was overcome by a swarm of flies after opening the fireplace flue. Since then, he is unwilling to endure the existence of flies and has enacted a plan to systematically decimate them.
His accuracy of capture is uncanny. (Think Mr. Miyagi in the Karate Kid.) He’ll stay very still, tracking them with his eyes until CLAP! They fall dead to the ground, destroyed by the crushing force of his intolerant hands.
The other night, he was in the bedroom getting dressed for work when he noticed a fly rocketing around near the ceiling. He cued the song “Bodies” by Drowning Pool, stood up on the bed, and positioned himself in the smack zone. After a few failed murderous attempts, he turned to step off the bed and was hit in the head by a ceiling fan blade. The blow was delivered with such force that it knocked him down on his back.
Score one for the fly.
Dave was now more determined than ever to purge our home of the evil fly menace.
It was a long, hard-fought battle that brought forth the fly’s demise and a few light fixture casualties, but Dave’s peace of mind outweighed the losses. He could go to work knowing his family was safe from harm.
I packed him a hero’s lunch and congratulated him on his valiant efforts as he put on his coat and picked up his briefcase. I opened the door to walk him out, but paused to reach back and grab my sweater.
Just then, a fly sailed through the doorway, past my head and over Dave’s shoulder into the house. I gasped and he groaned. We were speechless.
The next day, I was working in the kitchen and Julia was having a lollipop while we were waiting for Dave to get home. She wandered off into the next room for a few moments and then reappeared.
“Look at this, Mom,” she said, approaching slowly, keeping her focus on her lollipop. I bent down to see what was up and found the fly, stuck to her root beer Dum Dum.
The child is definitely her father’s daughter.
Nov
13
Two Big Assets To My Blog
by Leslie
This is my 100th post, a milestone that invites reflection on the history of this blog. Rather than offer you a “Best of” entry that recaps what you’ve already read, I thought I’d offer some information about my visitors.
I’d spent some time researching what drives a visitor to my blog. Why do they visit? What are they looking for? The answer was clear. The answer is boobs.
Well, maybe these visitors aren’t getting their fill of boobs here, but boobs are the undeniable gateway through which an overwhelming amount of visitors have passed. Admittedly, boobs are great, but I think I underestimated the draw of boobs, particularly boobs that belong to a Mommy.
Here are a few of the top search phrases that led visitors to my blog:
mommy’s boobs blog
mommy’s got boobs
mommy has boobs
mommy’s boobs
mommy’s boobs song
Apparently, the interest in Mommy’s boobs is so great, there’s a song about them. Oh, wait. I think Dave invented that song. Certainly that isn’t the song they were searching for…there must be some other song, which means there are songs (that’s plural!) about boobs.
So, if you’re looking for the key to Search Engine Optimization, it’s boobs.
And now that I’ve mentioned boobs 15 times, you probably won’t be suprised to learn that the search phrase “annoying girl” was used to find my blog more than a few times, too.
For those of you who have endured this annoying girl, I’d like to offer you a small token of gratitude for your visits to my blog. Send me an e-mail with your address by this Wednesday, November 15th and I’ll send you a free My Mommy’s Place bumper sticker.
Thank you, readers! Here’s to 100 more posts.
Nov
12
A Vision For The World
by Leslie
Julia: “Mom, all peoples should have a kitten.”
Me: “Oh yeah?”
Julia: “Yeah. And a Grandpa.”
Me: “I wholeheartedly agree.”
Nov
11
Growth
by Leslie
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I Write A Haiku Each Day
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