smockmomma: February 2006 Archives

is it just me . . .

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or is bob barker getting more persnickety and bossy in his golden years? i don't remember him being such a curmudgeon when i was a wee lass in my nonny's lap watching the price is right. i've watched several episodes lately -- hey! the twins nurse down for their morning nap when it's on, okay? -- and bob seems awfully impatient and irritable with his contestants. and, yes, this is the sort of inane fluff that really perplexes sleep-deprived-stay-at-home moms who are nursing twins twenty hours a day.

happy president's day, y'all


''I am only an average man but, by George, I work harder at it than the average man.''
-- Theodore Roosevelt

''It is a damn poor mind indeed which can't think of at least two ways to spell any word.''
-- Andrew Jackson

coolmoe, kitschmoe, or what?

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if you don't know that the smock loves chocolate, you haven't been around much. and here's the deal, i cannot decide if i think these are beautiful or scandalous, but i want one. . .of each. and considering they run from $21 - $26 per from, that's one pretty penny.

a little shameless self-promo

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my wee ones are featured at twinsights.

happy birthday, mamaT, with love

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"I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds 'round my neck." ~Emma Goldman

pray for the chicken, please

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we're packin' up the smockclan and headed down to houston this weekend to see my (step)mother and my dad. mother has been diagnosed with sundowners syndrome (a form of alzheimer's) which means mother experiences (along with the "normal" dementia) increasing fear, anxiety, paranoia, and aggression as the day wears on.
being the daughter who lives "far away" -- as well as the youngest by 22 years -- i've been protected from everything for a very long time, but the time has come, i reckon, to grow up.
my oldest sister, nina, the one who has shouldered the brunt of care for the past five years or so and who has been trying to convince everyone that something was wrong, told me that she's glad we're going now, before it's too late for mother to recognize us.
as my other sister, sissy, puts it "mother has good days and bad."
as daddy tells, "baby girl, some days it's the chicken and some days it's the feathers."



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