tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56816672012-02-16T10:32:45.065-08:00mommyhoodthe online diaries of an unexpected single momRachaelnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1121036607089697682005-07-10T16:02:00.000-07:002005-07-10T16:03:27.096-07:00HEY!My blog, it moved.I am now a successful Typepad Girl.So, if you've come here because you're doing things like googling my name... (wow) then please, I insist that you visit the new home of me on the web.Mommyhood.See ya'll.RaYchRachaelnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117885752725271492005-06-04T07:44:00.000-07:002005-06-04T04:49:14.883-07:00SP5 (for *knitting rachael*)(sorry everyone... one last post before the big move)Dear Secret Pal - I won't be posting the answers to my questions here... asa.) I'm getting ready to move to a new address, and working on that is taking a majority of my *spare* internet time (and since I am a mommy and work full time, this all mostly happens late at night... when my eyes can barely focus on anythingRachaelnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117886663540297822005-06-04T05:01:00.000-07:002005-06-09T11:40:14.193-07:00Fairwell, Blogger.Ok y'all. Let's go! The boxes posts are packed almost moved and I'm leaving.... come and visit the new, more *rachael* home of *mommyhood.*THE NEW IMPROVED MECiao -RachaelRachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117760514092109692005-06-02T18:01:00.000-07:002005-06-02T18:01:54.096-07:00more from the *free* photography. story later.Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117760531900340672005-06-02T17:56:00.000-07:002005-06-02T18:29:20.066-07:00me. eating crow. again.So. My mom pissed me off this weekend.No surprise there, right?Right.She volunteered me to photograph some siblings Saturday morning. She volunteered me because she said, "Rachael is so much better chasing kids than I am," which to me translated as "I don't really want to be bothered with children so Rachael can do it." Of course, however, I am known to overreact (shutup, Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117760138625183912005-06-02T17:55:00.000-07:002005-06-02T17:55:38.676-07:00Pictures from the *free* photography I did. Insert foot into mouth here. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117749991728325662005-06-02T15:04:00.000-07:002005-06-02T15:06:31.753-07:00I am thinking of movihg my blog to a new address. Will everyone still visit me there? It's much more "rachael" (i.e, pink) than this blog, and I am ready to sort of, end my relationship with Blogger (oh God, I am doing that a lot lately). So. Promise me you'll come visit when I post the new address?Malia?Janet?Nicole?Katey?IX?Jon?(and everyone else, too)Helllllllllllooooooooooooo?Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117735038035460792005-06-02T10:49:00.000-07:002005-06-02T10:57:18.056-07:00(insert maniacal laughter HERE)Good always wins over evil! I have just tricked the $5000 printer at work into doing my bidding!Yes, you WILL print this invitation the way I tell you to, on THIS size paper, in this color ink, with no error messages or paper jams... haha!!*you see, in my world, The Printer is the evil villan, and Paper Girl is the superhero. Her cape is pink, by the way... and sheRachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117684970731455742005-06-01T20:59:00.000-07:002005-06-01T21:02:50.736-07:00my brain is mush....favorite quilt is waitin'rain is fallin'goin' to bedrachaelRachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117656906957595602005-06-01T12:58:00.000-07:002005-06-01T13:15:06.966-07:00rain, rain, go away.What an incredibly lazy day. It's raining cats and dogs here in Atlanta... more rain than you can shake your umbrella at. And, when it stops raining... there's more rain. I can think of a million and one places I would like to be in a rainstorm... work is not one of the most romantic. The girls and I slept late this morning... made them breakfast and we all sat on the back Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117632655166340192005-06-01T06:30:00.000-07:002005-06-01T06:30:55.206-07:00Jordin. In a persistent cartwheel state.Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117595635599505802005-05-31T20:08:00.000-07:002005-05-31T20:16:26.670-07:00Mysterious Trip cancelled.Many things realized.Moving on.I am a Sometimes Country Music Girl. This was on my radio today. Fate, I ask you?I've dealt with my ghostsAnd faced all my demonsFinally content with the past I regretI found you find strength in your moments of weaknessFor once I'm at peace with my selfI've been burdened with blame Trapped in the past for too longI'm movin onI've lived in Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117595219526803412005-05-31T20:04:00.001-07:002005-05-31T20:07:44.980-07:00The picture above is my favorite from our wedding this weekend.This is the father of the bride. His wife, the mother of the bride, passed away suddenly almost a year ago. He stepped away quietly while we were taking some group shots... I thought maybe for a sip of water or to take off his jacket. When he bowed his head... I realized he was saying a little prayer. Maybe he was telling her how Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117595056326435952005-05-31T20:04:00.000-07:002005-05-31T20:04:16.336-07:00My favorite picture from my wedding this weekend. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117571108630571072005-05-31T13:15:00.000-07:002005-05-31T13:25:08.636-07:00funny.(stop me if you've heard this one....)so.my dad. sometimes he's the best. sometimes he's cool. most often, he's everything.last night, my ever-so-technologically-challenged parents discovered the world of "ringtones." this is trouble. like, of major proportions.why?because my mom and dad argue while at the computer. my mom, who doesn't understand why the internet is not her personal Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117545148757961812005-05-31T06:04:00.000-07:002005-05-31T06:13:10.416-07:00Ten on Tuesday. because I haven't blogged all weekend so now I must go overboardTen Favorite Things to Snack On(in no particular order, mind you)baby carrots cheese cubesgranola barsRaisinettesred grapes (cold, out of the fridge)Wheat ThinsPopTarts (the girls favorite; not just a breakfast food anymore)NutriGrain bars, blueberry (always one in the purse)air popped popcorn (the Archer Farms brand,Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117544584099168942005-05-31T05:49:00.000-07:002005-05-31T06:03:04.140-07:00Princesses Return. They spent the long holiday weekend with dad.... you can read more about their adventures here. If you want the short version, there were many cartoonish wild animals, Jim's realization that he is not "a winner," and lots of table hockey. They came home happy and exhausted. And dirty. So dirty, in fact, that Jim pre-empted their arrival home with a phone call to warn me of Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117252354732211942005-05-27T20:48:00.000-07:002005-05-27T20:52:34.740-07:00House of Wax.a cultural obligationMore like, please, please don't waste your money... less House of Wax, and more "watch me chase Chad Michael Murray and Elisha Cuthbert through this old town with my knife...." One redeeming quality ... Paris Hilton, she gets killed. However, only after about THREE million references to the "sex tape" scandal. She died about 1.5 million references too late.I Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117202568937223352005-05-27T10:00:00.000-07:002005-05-27T07:11:43.466-07:00Men. It starts early, girls.There have only been a few moments in life where I have cussed for not having my camera. This morning was one of those moments.JLo and I arrived late to preschool. Today is the last day, and since "graduation" has already taken place, the past few days have been play days... today being "Field Day." You know, lots of games and waterguns and dirt.About three months ago,Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117195757827072502005-05-27T05:01:00.000-07:002005-05-27T10:49:03.563-07:00TGIFYou can tell immediately if someone grew up in the eighties and nineties.... do they know what TGIF means? Lots to do today. Just in case you're interested.Get JLo to school. We slept in this morning.Take SB to orthapedic appointment regarding the arm that is not broken, yet looks broken.Work. (the subtext that could be inserted here would simply take all day to even type, much less read...)Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117160202784853432005-05-26T19:06:00.000-07:002005-05-26T19:16:42.803-07:00...a thousand miles from nowhere...time don't matter to me.... got no place I gotta be.... First, it was that spoiled rotten brat... The Runaway Bride. Now, it appears Atlanta has a brand new idiot on the news. Meet Buckhead's new Best Friend. Carl Edward Roland.If you haven't read about this story, or live somewhere in the world besides Atlanta, or the surrounding area, please catch up on the Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117078276958628492005-05-25T20:16:00.000-07:002005-05-25T20:43:07.146-07:00mysterious trip update. I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever knownDon't know where it goes. But it's home and I walk alone...... Okay.I didn't go.That's right. I didn't go. Saying more about the who and where is rather unnessecary. You understand.I have realized in the past two weeks a number of curious and strange and scary things about myself. So I stayed home. Because I should. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1117076375182898812005-05-25T19:22:00.000-07:002005-05-25T20:06:57.616-07:00stories from the yearbook.an otherwise poorly planned diversion from other topics I should be discussingSo. SB has now completed reading the cast of her entire McGarity experience to me. Straight from the pages of the cherished yearbook ... from kindergarten to fifth grade... she read them all to her mom. Did I mention that I was on the edge of my seat the entire time?I flipped through the pages Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116963715901623152005-05-24T12:33:00.000-07:002005-05-24T12:41:55.920-07:00Random Tuesday Ok. I have since taken a deep breath and recovered from my daycare debacle of yesterday.Do you ever just have those times in life where you feel like your suffocating? There is too much to do, not enough time to do it, not enough hours in the day, money in the bank, days in your life.... you know how it is.... well, maybe anyway.Jordin graduated from PreK today... short and sweet,Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116879875114130052005-05-23T16:22:00.000-07:002005-05-23T13:24:35.123-07:00Dammit. I hate money. Daycare is going to cost $500.00 a month this summer. And that's not for SB. That's for JLo. I am trying to save for the Disney Trip... for the new house... and still have some sanity when it's all over. $500.00 a month. Yuck. I just hope their flip flops and shoes will fit at least for the summer.Maybe school starts back early this year.$500.00.(sigh)RachaelRachaelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116815562227052442005-05-22T19:32:00.001-07:002005-05-22T19:32:42.233-07:00Grilled Corn on the Cob. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116815535473708172005-05-22T19:32:00.000-07:002005-05-22T19:32:15.476-07:00Yeah. But no pressure. You should have seen the kid we saw who decided not to let go of the rope. It was funny. Very. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116815459110823032005-05-22T19:30:00.000-07:002005-05-22T19:30:59.116-07:00View of the lake. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116815384900285492005-05-22T19:29:00.000-07:002005-05-22T19:29:44.906-07:00The Cousins. Meet Jasmine, our five year odl third cousin. She's bossy. She's pushy. She's in your face. She's rude. And my girls love her. :-) Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116815060517683232005-05-22T18:38:00.000-07:002005-05-22T19:24:20.523-07:00Weekend. Didn't suck.Suprisingly, our weekend didn't suck.Now that I have finished crying like a baby over Extreme Makeover Home Edition, and have given up on trying to cash in on this whole Desperate Housewives mania for this season .... I am ready to tell you all about it. I know, I know. You're still waiting on me to write about New York. I'm trying. Take what you can get, people.For those of Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116811500308163192005-05-22T18:25:00.000-07:002005-05-22T18:25:00.313-07:00Another haunting set of old windows on a house in this little town. Lots of renovation being done around this street... isn't it especially scary with the overcast sky? Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116811367615162062005-05-22T18:22:00.000-07:002005-05-22T18:22:47.690-07:00Downtown Adairsville, Georgia... while out "exploring" with the ever-so-bored Jordin. The whole downtown area looks like this. My friend Mark would be a little jealous. :-) Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116674447105395232005-05-21T04:18:00.000-07:002005-05-21T04:20:47.700-07:00Oh my goodness.The Former Spouse posted a video of our adorable child at her dance competition. You can see it by clicking HERE. Jordin is the second from the left. Lots of cuteness and fake hair. Not to mention big sis SB reviewing the whole thing in the background. Just a warning.RachRachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116380543758065322005-05-20T21:51:00.000-07:002005-05-20T18:52:16.020-07:00Southern Girls Guide to New York( or, how to be relatively cool and not obnoxiously southern while visiting the Big Apple)Things I learned.When you get in a taxi, know where it is you want to go. There shall be no waffling. Other people who actually LIVE here are waiting. When you hail a cab, be sure to be politcally correct. Do not jump into another person's hailed cab. This is very, very rude Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116604734372283362005-05-20T08:54:00.000-07:002005-05-20T08:58:54.380-07:0050/50This weekend the girls and I .... oh hell, the whole family and the girls and I are off to the North Georgia mountains for a family wedding.... we're all staying together in a "lodge" someone rented. I have packed plenty of flip flops, bug spray and knitting... oh yes, and valium. My dad has been designated official chef of the weekend - which makes him incredibly happy... I on the other Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115753666124642662005-05-19T14:50:00.000-07:002005-05-18T11:51:05.363-07:00Cartwheelers Anonymous.overheard last night before bedtime(Who in the name of God taught my double jointed child how to cartwheel? WHO?)Jordin: Mommy this hurts. A lot.(points to left hip... )Me: Sorry, Jordin... need some Motrin? (yes, anything so mommy can sleep too)Jordin: Yeah. (whines)Me: What do you think happened?Jordin: I just turned too many cartwheels today. I did four in a row. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116501430832357352005-05-19T04:12:00.000-07:002005-05-19T04:17:10.840-07:00Speechless.**Religious Disclaimer** If you don't want to hear it, don't read it. And certainly don't complain about it**My former sister in law Valerie wrote this on her blog. I thought it was simply amazing, and says so much about her character. I hope you enjoy it as much.I smile at people's thoughts on love. They vary as widely and wildly as spring seeds scattering in a gush of wind. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116380237258014192005-05-17T18:35:00.000-07:002005-05-17T18:37:17.270-07:00I am working on my NY stories for you. :-) Don't worry. SB had a broken arm scare today - but we're all okay now... shout out to EHWD for coming to town all the way from Athens to pick up JLo from school.... . He's hella helpful anytime I need him . I am dying to tell all of you about NYC - just trying to find the perfect words, as always.Ciao -RachRachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116299932322240292005-05-16T20:18:00.000-07:002005-05-16T20:18:52.326-07:00Dance Competition Update : Our girls take FIRST PLACE. Excuse me while the Stage Mommy in me gloats for a minute or two. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116299862933545372005-05-16T20:17:00.000-07:002005-05-16T20:17:42.940-07:00Lucky Me. Every mommy's favorite thing to come home to.... bookbags and shoes. Notice the pink sparklers, which have sadly replaced the red sparklers. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116299725559901362005-05-16T20:15:00.000-07:002005-05-16T20:15:25.636-07:00My Mothers Day Favorites... actually still alive! Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116279674489861782005-05-16T14:40:00.000-07:002005-05-16T14:41:14.493-07:00Home, ya'll.My FULL New York report later. RachRachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1116012446552493322005-05-13T12:25:00.000-07:002005-05-13T12:27:26.560-07:00I wanna be a part of it... New York, New YorkYour regurlary scheduled blog will be pre-empted by this post for at least the next 72 hours. Enjoy.Fairwell everyone!!! (blows kisses)RachRachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115987757174735362005-05-13T04:59:00.000-07:002005-05-13T05:41:56.533-07:00Life Changing Moments in the Yarn Store(file under, Stuff about Rachael you probably could care less about)I bought some cool yarn in Macon on Wednesday. I have this new philosophy of finishing a project before I can buy supplies for one new project. Many of you who know me are astonished right now. I realized this philosophy was nessecary when I inventoried the mirage of scrapbook supplies that Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115956664114203592005-05-12T20:43:00.000-07:002005-05-12T20:57:44.143-07:00Today I changed my name (finally) on my drivers license. SB, the perceptive child, couldn't wait to see the new piece of hologrammed plastic that contained a new picture of mommy. She of course had to mention that my name was different.Jordin cried. A lot."Now me and daddy are the only Fletchers.""You didn't want to be Fletcher anymore?""You didn't like Fletcher?"I've been divorced since 2002.Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115869911704317002005-05-11T20:42:00.000-07:002005-05-11T20:51:51.713-07:00Getting ready to out of town is a pain in the ass. There is too much to be done and too many kids around here to manage. I actually paid money for fake hair today for my daughter... it's for her dance competition this weekend. $21 for a bunch of fake curls on a banana clip?I baked two lemon cakes tonight yay Barefoot Contessa). Two. This was a complete mess, as we only had ONE of the pan I Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115674063731769802005-05-09T14:23:00.000-07:002005-05-09T14:27:43.736-07:00Two kinds of TrashOverheard today while doing yardworkGirls come home from school. Elated to find mommy working in the yard of the new (old) house. Mommy is wearing white tank top, cut off blue jeans, flip flops, and a bandana around her way-too-long hair. Sarah: Mommy!Me: Wha? (I can no longer form complete words at this point... more on me and yardwork later)Jordin: YOU look CUTE in that Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115668305647071262005-05-09T12:32:00.000-07:002005-05-10T12:24:30.046-07:00Mommyhood 101some rules of the road all of us spoiled-rotten-princesses should know before getting Kid CardsOnce becoming a mommy, you suddenly begin to see the world in Germ Vision, which is sort of like taking a black light and shining it on everything... see the bacteria? Who knew a lick from the dog could be so dangerous? You will buy a five gallon pump dispenser of antibacterial lotion, and Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115562541403861742005-05-08T07:29:00.000-07:002005-05-08T07:29:01.566-07:00Happy Mothers Day!! .... new pictures on the right for everyone... :-) Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115562023912352142005-05-08T07:20:00.000-07:002005-05-08T07:20:24.176-07:00FlickrThis is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115502049862466582005-05-07T14:15:00.000-07:002005-05-07T14:40:50.026-07:00Brief post.Worked this morning for a few hours.Girls to lunch with Mimi, Great Aunt and Grand Mimi. Girls to get new shoes with Great Aunt. (she has a need to buy them things)Mimi gives tour of unfinished new (old) house to Great Aunt and Grand Mimi. Um. Note: Grand Mimi made it clear that she DOES NOT like brown paint in living room. Wrapped Mothers Day gifts for tomorrow. Signed appropriate Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115352592983459272005-05-05T21:07:00.000-07:002005-05-05T21:09:52.990-07:00Book Blogging.I've been asked to join in the fun of book blogging. Every month - a new topic. Every month - a new, well known author reads each entry. Winners chosen. Why must this be my month to start? Here are my topic choices... lying - fornicating - or "going home."Hmmm. "Going Home" sounds boring.RachRachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115352231299729092005-05-05T21:03:00.000-07:002005-05-05T21:03:51.433-07:00Mothers Day Cards. Made by Me. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115351948301750652005-05-05T20:49:00.000-07:002005-05-05T20:59:08.310-07:00Do people know me this well?So today one of my advertising girls called The Paper Shop. She's a cute girl and we've spent some time in The Shop chatting about all sorts of things. We've discussed advertising with her publication - and I was sure she was following up AGAIN with a pesky sales call. Nope. Appears she wanted to be sure to tell me which cupcake bakeries to visit while in NYC... Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115351219343732492005-05-05T20:30:00.000-07:002005-05-05T20:46:59.486-07:00Thursday.Dinner tonight with Katey. The amazing Katey. Don't you just have a friend who you think is amazing? She took me to pizza (oy- RUN from the Cinco de Mayo Atlantans) and let me talk. And she listened. And then she dished some advice. The good kind of advice. The kind of advice only girlfriends can share. She tells me to shutup when I need too, that it's ok to cry, that I am Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115209133586846582005-05-04T05:14:00.000-07:002005-05-04T05:18:53.593-07:00Overheard this morning, post discovery of poison oak rash on Jordin's ankle:(mommy calmy finishes explaining to Jordin that if we scratch the itch, poison oak will then spread to the next place we touch on our body... our eyes, our nose... where ever. So don't scratch, ok? We'll just leave it alone for a couple of days, and it will be gone... )SB: I mean, Jordin, let's not get all carried away Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115170229725669152005-05-03T18:01:00.000-07:002005-05-03T18:30:29.726-07:00Tuesday Hustle(except today I didn't!!)Today was a good *Rachael* day. My multiple personalities were out and about everywhere. Did you see any of me?*Paper Girl* was busy at the Atlanta Merchandise Market. She had to be there early to meet with a vendor so she could pick out greeting cards and stationery and all sorts of miscellany (love that word) for the *Paper Shop.* Since the vendor was lateRachaelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115168122565725192005-05-03T17:55:00.000-07:002005-05-03T17:55:22.566-07:00Another friend who showed up today. :-) Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115167841147925712005-05-03T17:50:00.000-07:002005-05-03T17:50:41.296-07:00A closer view of my new friend. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115167767405640982005-05-03T17:49:00.000-07:002005-05-03T17:49:27.406-07:00My new Mark Roberts Fairy. Putting him up for the Christmas decorations in the new (old) house. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115084795285785282005-05-02T18:44:00.000-07:002005-05-02T18:46:35.286-07:00Today was a Good Day.Girls and I finished some crafty projects for Mothers Day. Messy projects. Ones that require mommy cussing silently. Concrete. Under the fingernails. Enough said.R.Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115084600823983482005-05-02T18:43:00.000-07:002005-05-02T18:43:20.823-07:00It's like having three children. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115084528444135732005-05-02T18:42:00.000-07:002005-05-02T18:42:08.443-07:00Jordin the Ham. The Camera Hog. The Future Super Uber Model. The One and Only. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115084483707933852005-05-02T18:41:00.000-07:002005-05-02T18:41:23.706-07:00my favorite from today... again, more laying in the semi-damp grass... ick. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1115084421852174052005-05-02T18:40:00.000-07:002005-05-02T18:40:21.853-07:00The Gals.... gathering all kinds of bugs and the like. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114987707744175182005-05-01T15:25:00.000-07:002005-05-01T15:48:27.746-07:00Weekend Recapa little early, but you get the ideaIt appears the Runaway Bride is safe at home. All is well in the world. I however, remain a jaded, bitchy, bitter ex wife. Maybe I am just old. Maybe it has something to do with working with brides and their mommies. Maybe it's just a stupid story about a spoiled rotten brat with too much money who got a little stressed out about her gala - Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114865396516263162005-04-30T05:36:00.000-07:002005-04-30T05:50:40.353-07:00Sweet Stuff:Be sure to check out my sweet adorable friend Janet's interview on the ever famous All Cupcakes, All the Time blog. Isn't it funny how we read the same blogs?There is another neat story about cupcakes here. It appears I am not the only adult or human being who is obsessed with cupcakes. Good.Special Froggy cupcakes are here. However I am just telling all of you now that I have cussed Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114742975107981732005-04-28T19:49:00.000-07:002005-04-28T19:49:35.106-07:00Jlo Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114740770968436752005-04-28T18:57:00.000-07:002005-04-28T19:29:18.106-07:00welcome to my life part IIthe introductions continue(a brief introduction to me and my blog for all readers who don't know who in the @#&*@ I am)me.the most important member of this cast. I am tall. very. I have blue eyes. I have sort of reddish brownish (should-really-be-colored-more-often) hair. it's long. my hair girl calls it rock-star-hair. I think she's funny. I don't think it's rock star Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114722210233608392005-04-28T12:47:00.000-07:002005-04-28T14:16:20.190-07:00welcome to my lifewell. indeed. it would appear that I have many people visiting my blog. people I don't know. (hi)maybe this would be a good time to introduce myself to everyone reading... lurking around the corner. (hello)my name is rachael. this is my blog. let me introduce you to the cast of My Blog.former spouse.i am (not) bitterly divorced. i am Happily Divorced... which, if you ARE Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114652645839167302005-04-27T18:43:00.000-07:002005-04-27T18:44:05.840-07:00More cleaning out tonight.... which means a sappy post should appear within the next twenty four hours... .Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114568211389801682005-04-26T19:16:00.000-07:002005-04-26T19:16:51.390-07:00Cuteness of me. Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114561929558539212005-04-26T17:26:00.000-07:002005-04-26T17:32:09.560-07:00Tasteless? Oh yes. Dear Lord, forgive me for giving into the posts from other parent bloggers about their children's bodily functions.(in car, post "Drive Thru Lane" from preschool)ME: Jordin, do you know what kind of music this is?JLO: Yes. It's classical. There aren't any words. The words are silent. (I have no idea what "the words are silent means... 5 year old logic)ME: That's right, J. GoodRachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114548003485737472005-04-26T13:38:00.000-07:002005-04-26T13:40:03.486-07:00Excuse me for being a blogging whore today... however... I must tell you that 1 dozen of my favorite flowers in my favorite color just arrived. :-) Special. Emails, flowers, fun comments on my blog... today has been pretty swanky.:-) Ciao -The Birthday GirlRachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114519583311632772005-04-26T05:45:00.000-07:002005-04-26T05:46:23.310-07:00Here we are. We are 27 today. And, my friend Katey sent me a Blogger Pet. Cute. And, God sent me rain, and two kids that aren't puking.RachaelRachaelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114394276770084302005-04-24T18:56:00.000-07:002005-04-24T18:57:56.770-07:00Oh yes. After all that Jim talk, I forgot something of mild blog importance.Finished the Dining Room painting this weekend. All of it. My ADD self and I took 2.5 hours on trim.2.5 HOURS I tell you.RachRachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114394003818806932005-04-24T18:34:00.000-07:002005-04-24T19:08:59.220-07:00Weekend Recap and other things against my Better JudgementPuking Child miraculously stopped puking sometime early Saturday morning, which provided for a few hours of sleep before the chocolate Pop Tart demands began. Ex Husband Wonder Dad (see, I still call you that even when I AM mildly annoyed) offered to take the recooperating Puker for the weekend anyway - promises to get her to bed "on time"Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114301820648707992005-04-23T17:14:00.000-07:002005-04-23T17:17:00.650-07:00Had to do it.It's prom weekend here in lovely Dallas - and East Paulding High schoolers from all over (well, not really) had their prom on Friday night... had to pull out my old prom pictures and reminisce.... removed date photo to avoid potential lawsuit. :-) Enjoy.Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114301532630545492005-04-23T17:12:00.000-07:002005-04-23T17:12:12.630-07:00That's me... the pink dress in the middle. And to think... Sarah Beth was already on her way... can't tell, can you? Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114226982328559902005-04-22T20:27:00.000-07:002005-04-22T20:29:42.330-07:00Yeah. So, so far on my weekend agenda, I have cancelled all prior plans to actually HAVE a weekend agenda - due to Puking Child. My favorite.It should be a Good Weekend.I must go to bed... you know I'll be up at least thirty times tonight with Puking Child. Amazingly, however, I am willing to bet that Puking Child will be up at the crack of dawn, demanding chocolate pop tarts.Amazing. My life Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114087582587856922005-04-21T05:38:00.000-07:002005-04-21T05:46:22.590-07:00I have a great hairdresser. I have followed her from salon to salon - and will continue unless she moves to Alaska or something. I love my hairdresser. She's cute, she's funny, and she loves my rock-staresque hair, which I often hate.I have a great nail girl. She doesn't speak a lot of English - but, she loves me. We laugh. Her little daughter and my daughter play together. We're part of Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1114050457763096322005-04-20T19:21:00.000-07:002005-04-21T05:38:33.890-07:00I feel like the worst mommy in the world.I did an awful, miserable, tortuous, slimy thing tonight that I may never, ever forgive myself for... and could, quite possibly, need years of therapy to recover from.I cleaned out the "Art" box.Yes. It was there - unassumingly gathering dust on the tippy top of the basement shelves. She was there - in all her protective Rubbermaid glory - holding on to Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113927987393428862005-04-19T09:17:00.000-07:002005-04-19T09:26:27.396-07:00Tuesday HustleHi. I'm back. apparently, *Creative Me* bolts whenever it comes time to take care of The Girls. damn her. lots to do today. did the good samaritan act this morning and "sat" with my great grandmother while grandmother went out shopping. she then gave me an early birthday present... even though it's still a week away. picked up jordin's shot record and dropped it off at the Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113878884228024612005-04-18T19:47:00.000-07:002005-04-18T19:48:04.226-07:00Oh. And Sunday was my wedding anniversary. Five years this year.(sniffle)rachRachaelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113834753723819932005-04-18T07:11:00.000-07:002005-04-18T13:08:46.916-07:00Weekend RecapGirls and I had a wonderful weekend.. thank goodness for beautiful weather, despite the blanket of pollen that seems to be covering the city. The girls, however, seem to immune - which is nice - as my coughing and scratchy throat are all I can handle at the moment.We had birthday parties to attend Saturday and Sunday - which essentially means I flipped on the "Taxi" sign on top of myRachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113585434097269262005-04-15T10:08:00.000-07:002005-04-15T10:17:14.096-07:00Check, please.Who in the @*#(@* ordered all this pollen? Have you LOOKED outside? Oh, wait - for those of you reading who are not from Georgia or the south in general....Let me introduce you to some fabulous exclusively southern things.... we havesweet tea (iced tea with sugar in it....)The Varsity (whadya have, whadya have)gritskudzuChik Fil AGeorgia Bulldogsand I think these are all reasonableRachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113571424545082192005-04-15T06:22:00.000-07:002005-04-15T06:36:56.833-07:00Cute photo bags at Elisa's online store.... tell her I sent you. Go for the Paris and not the Milan, it was a little smallish.Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113571302959367492005-04-15T06:01:00.000-07:002005-04-15T06:21:42.960-07:00*Creative Me* the @#*@( is backTomorrow, though I am not sure how, I have been talked into actually "advertising" my photography. I am not really sure how I feel about this other than nervous, scared, anxious, embarrassed and etc., but - tomorrow looms. No, I haven't blogged about it before now because I am in complete denial - thinking that if I don't think about it, surely it will go away... (Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113451170117719042005-04-13T20:44:00.000-07:002005-04-13T20:59:30.116-07:00In an effort to teach my children to appreciate music - I keep this little notepad in the front seat of the car, and write down the names of songs they like... yeah, it's silly. Jim has taught them James Taylor and Dave Matthews (God bless them) and I am trying for my little part in all the action. So, about every two weeks we have a new list. I download it from iTunes, and make them a CD for Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113450237423589902005-04-13T20:32:00.000-07:002005-04-13T20:43:57.423-07:00Damn. I bet you wished you could come here and read some interesting post about what I did today. Sorry. You'll be dissapointed.There was nothing special today... just the usual... overslept this morning with the girls - barely got SB to school on time and had that awful feeling that I might have to walk her in to school in my PJ's.... rushed back home to try and enjoy my few hours of solitude Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113427493958037192005-04-13T14:24:00.000-07:002005-04-13T14:24:53.960-07:00This was just too cute. See?Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113358987790065962005-04-12T19:10:00.000-07:002005-04-12T19:23:57.370-07:0010/TuesdayTen favorite foods. 1. Sushi... love it... sorry. 2. Tomatoes... in anything. 3. Captain Crunch Cereal4. My former MIL's Tequila Lime Chicken... yum.5. Chicken Marsala6. White pizza7. Chips and homemade salsa8. hot bagels from Goldbergs Deli9. salads10. fresh strawberriesRachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113275045481812372005-04-11T20:02:00.000-07:002005-04-11T20:13:42.563-07:00Feeling somewhat nauseated after The Bachelor - I tuned into SuperNanny... did you know that an "appropriate" time out time is one minute for every year of age? Hmmm. Does this mean that the half an hour time out I gave SB for running her sweet little mouth earlier today was psychologically damaging? Hmmm. If so, I would prefer the damage to be related to her sassy little attitude, if Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113249753903374652005-04-11T12:56:00.000-07:002005-04-11T13:02:33.903-07:00Hmmm.Ok - so - it appears a lot of you have taken me up on the offer to "read" my blog. Yay for me. I have heard the nicest things lately about how much everyone enjoys being able to keep up with me and the girls here - about how much everyone didn't know I loved to write - about how much everyone enjoys reading it. GREAT! Most of you who know me, are reading this because I invited you too - Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113098680150691262005-04-09T18:52:00.000-07:002005-04-09T19:04:40.150-07:00Sarah Beth safely home from Brownie overnight.... only one HUGE bruise across her back where she somehow managed to fall OUT of the tent.... only my daughter could be so graceful. Other than that, I have heard that she lost $5, ate LOTS of marshmallows and chocolate, and had cereal for breakfast. Yep. Tomorrow she's going to a movie with Jim (ex husband wonder dad) and then he's driving to Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1113020055504101322005-04-08T21:03:00.000-07:002005-04-08T21:14:15.506-07:00TGIF.God... could it be I am losing the title creativity thing? Let's hope not.Today was awesome... you'd be amazed at JUST how much one can accomplish upon knowing that their sweet little darlings will be leaving as soon as the little hand hits the five.... A LOT.Up early and out to Target this morning with Mimi and the girls in tow... which is always a treat hour of agonizing torture. Mom wantsRachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1112992543465540122005-04-08T13:35:00.000-07:002005-04-08T13:35:43.466-07:00Off to deliver Sarah Beth to Girl Scout Camp... and Jordin to daddy...(sigh of weekend relief.....)rachRachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1112991019267364632005-04-08T13:10:00.000-07:002005-04-08T13:10:19.266-07:00Thank GOD... time to go home... Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1112990983344379982005-04-08T13:09:00.001-07:002005-04-08T13:09:43.343-07:00we're tiiiirrrreddd... getttin' a litte mouse crazy here.... Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681667.post-1112990949922350192005-04-08T13:09:00.000-07:002005-04-08T13:09:09.923-07:00Playing games with some of the 200 tokens Rachaelnoreply@blogger.com0