Good good good morning

Most people have coffee in the morning to perk them up. I like to have coffee, too, but adhere to a rigid self-imposed caffeine restriction. I limit myself to decaf after experiencing several negative side effects of joe, the worst being that I consistently overwhelmed my colleagues with excessive chipperness and rapid-fire speech. I have those issues anyway…caffeine just amps them up to inhumane proportions.
So, while I don’t need caffeine to get myself moving most mornings, it’s handy when something steps in to start the day right.

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Not much, you?

Weekend was good, if busy. But a good kind of busy, not the crappy kind of busy that makes you wonder where the hell your weekend went and if you really had one at all.

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Change stations NOW, beyotch!

My friend Stef is, to put it nicely, athletically inclined. If she were a guy, I’d say she’s a stud. But she’s a girl, and I don’t know what the female equivalent of “stud” is. I refuse to sink to using “studette.”

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Famous and Infamous

M comes home today! Yay! He had a great trip to Rhode Island but misses his Bug and is looking forward to returning. He went through new employee orientation and the final part of the two-day session was to break up into teams and use a pile of disparate items to build a tower. They were given three sheets of flip chart paper, masking tape, paper clips, Jenga blocks and a small APC stress ball, and their task was to build the tallest free-standing tower possible using these materials and ensuring that the ball was at the top, and that the ball rested on wood.

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Zozo BlackBerry Pix

M is in Rhode Island for New Employee Orientation (it always cracks me up when employees have to go through orientation months after they start) and so we’ve begun our nightly ritual of snapping pix with the BlackBerry and sending them via BlackBerry instant message directly to M wherever he happens to be. Last night, he received these images while sitting down to dinner with a colleague:

Bathtime! The Naked Baby Run. A nightly ritual.She’s very pleased because she’s just deposited all dirty laundry down the laundry chute.They look much better on our tiny BlackBerry screens, but I thought I’d throw them up here anyway since I always receive requests for more images of Zozo.She’s a little firecracker, that one.

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zoom zoom zoom

Once, when I was in high school, I woke up at 3:30 a.m. and thought it was time to go to school. I got up, showered, dressed, did my hair and make-up, and only then realized that it was nowhere near time to go to school.

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Easy as A-B-C

Zozo got lots of great things for Halloween, which is remarkable given that I never thought Halloween was a gift-giving holiday. Apparently, however, there is a special code Grandparents live by that is different from the rest of us. Giving your grandchild gifts for holidays like Halloween falls under the Spoilage Clause, where it is outlined in great detail that Grandparents are exempt from all normal rules of raising children. Bedtimes are broken, nutritional values for meals are discretionary, and gifts are given for every reason under the sun, and sometimes for no reason at all.

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Our house…in the middle of our street

I read an article written by a woman who doesn’t live with her husband. She was making a case for “living together separately.” There are many practical reasons they have this arrangement (they live in Manhattan, where the rents are huge and the living spaces aren’t), he likes uptown and she likes downtown, he’s a neatnik and she’s a slob, etc. She also had some emotional reasons (they fight, like all couples, and when they do, one can just leave and go home, which is somewhere other than where the fight occurred), every couple needs space, blah blah blah. And, before you think, well, that sounds reasonable, keep this in mind while you ponder the idea: they have twin six-year-old boys.

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