“Man, he’s good!”

The kids woke me up this morning at about 7, but their enthusiasm to find what Easter Bunny hid overnight was catching; I practically bounded out of bed, too.

Kids grow up so fast these days, I’m thankful that T-Rex, age 7 1/2, and Drama Girl, age 9 1/2, still believe in the power and joy of all things magical. And, I’m glad they came equipped for the challenge:

As I watched them search the house I heard them exclaim, “Man, he’s good!” and “That Easter bunny dude is really tricky!” The only downside with EB being so darned good at hiding those Easter baskets is that I killed time by eating way too many of those M&Ms and jelly beans he left.¬† ūüėČ

Hope you’re having a great Easter/Sunday in your neck of the woods!



The other night we were driving over to my parents for dinner and T-Rex said to his sister, “Hey, Drama Girl, is my nose bleeding?”

She responded that no, his nose wasn’t bleeding.

I asked him why he thought his nose was bleeding — he’s had one nose bleed that I can recall in his 7 years — and he said something like, “I just want to make sure if someone looks up my nose it isn’t bleeding.”

Me: “Hmm. Do many people look up your nose?”

Him: “No.”

Drama Girl: “No,¬†that wouldn’t be appropriate.”


On a more serious note, today I’m having lunch with The Ex. After I told the kids about my¬†engagement to FlyBoy/J. and how¬†J. one day would be joining our family I called my ex-husband, who I’ve had¬†a good relationship with since our divorce 6 years ago,¬†and told him the news.¬†I wanted him to hear it from me, not them.

Well, he didn’t react negatively exactly, but he was in shock. I tried to be straightforward, honest and explained the potential timeline, but let’s just say I lost him at “hello…I’m getting married again.” We spoke for about 15 minutes, he thanked me for telling him the news and we hung up.

As I suspected, after a bit of time went by for him to process the news, he wrote to me¬†with his concerns¬†and questioned me on one or two things that, frankly, really weren’t any of his business.

I answered his questions as maturely and as kindly as possible; I realized he was expressing concerns as a father, but I also understood there likely were other emotions running under the surface. (He’s been dating someone for about 3 years, so some of it may not¬†even have to do with my situation…but that’s none of my business!) I told him I’d be happy to talk further.

To my surprise he sent me an email a few days later saying he was sorry he had acted the way he did, and that he knows I have the kids’ interest at heart. He then wrote, “…I know the best thing for our kids is for your marriage to be happy and stable, and I’ll do whatever I can to help.”

Wow. That brought a tear to my eye. And it still does. I feel very lucky to have The Ex in our kids’ — and therefore my — corner.

So we’re meeting for lunch to talk through some things. J. has also offered to talk to him, if he wants, but first things first. I’m not sure what the etiquette is with an ex-spouse, but I think honesty, maturity, and kindness would be an appropriate start.

Random re-entry

One of the hardest things to do when you haven’t been blogging regularly is to write your first post-hiatus entry. Say, like this one, which starts with a non-statement of the obvious to fill space. So, rather than think through all the options for restarting my blog with vim and vigor as I’ve been doing the last few days, I figured I better just write something. Therefore, I present to you, my reader(s), a random dump of what has been going on in my world:

  • I finished the second “re-write” (using a writerly term) – i.e., third draft (using a non-writerly term) – of my novel and submitted it to the two agents who requested it. Oh, I guess I already told you that. Anyway


  • T-Rex and Drama Girl are in the midst of soccer season right now. I’ve noticed that T-Rex¬†has this habit of dancing around a lot, bustin’ a move to show he’s ready to kick the ball, but doesn’t actually kick the ball if it’s moving unless it bounces off his foot by accident. He also has a habit of holding himself, you know, down there, while he’s dancing/running around the field. The first time I saw this I asked The Ex, “Why does he keep holding the hem of his shirt like that?” The Ex said, “He’s not holding his shirt.”


I advised T-Rex that it’s not appropriate to hold his penis while he’s in the middle of a game or other public settings. His response: “I was just keeping it warm.” Admittedly it was cold that day.


  • I gladly opted out of all fundraising activities for the kids at school, all for¬†$50! Yay me…


  • …but I signed up to be the MagNut mom for Drama Girl’s Brownie troop – not the NutMag mom, as I originally thought it was called. (FlyBoy kept calling me Nutmeg to be funny. Ha. Ha.) Why did I sign up for this responsibility? No idea except that I fell for the “everyone is busy, so why don’t YOU step up and volunteer.” Sucker. Well, it’s way easier than being the freakin’ cookie mom freezing your ass off outside of some WalMart in March hocking overpriced cookies. So support your local Girl Scouts — buy some pecans and renew your subscription to Knitting Daily. It all helps!


  • Speaking of nuts, as a belated birthday present, I offered to take Drama Girl and one of her friends to see The Cheetah Girls in concert right before Thanksgiving. Never said I was the smartest cookie/nut/nutmeg in the bunch. (BTW, Drama Girl tells me last night: “I am going to scream SO LOUD!! I can’t WAIT!”) For Christmas I’m requesting a lobotomy.


  • While I haven’t been blogging I’ve still been reading all of your blogs as a lurker and sometime commenter. Thank you, All Who Blog! I really hate you sometimes because you’re so much more diligent about it than I am, but I love reading what you write. (Kidding about the hate – it’s just guilt and feelings of inadequacy on my part. You know, no need to feel bad about that or anything.)


  • Once again I have a post-sniffles bout of laryngitis. This happens every time I get a cold, which usually isn’t more than twice a year, but the froggy throat¬†side-effect has been¬†happening for about 3 years. I am told I sound kind of sexy…when I’m not told, “My god, you sound horrible.” It depends on who I’m talking to, I guess. Fortunately, it’s only my vocal chords that seem to take the brunt; I feel okay otherwise.


  • Which leads me to Susan’s Healthy Attempt at Living¬†#3,752: I have started taking all natural herb vitamins. Lots and lots of vitamins! So, so many vitamins. I’m building my skeletal strength while getting my fish oil while shatting out the food stuff my body doesn’t need (thanks to the Food Enzyme break-down-the-crap-you-eat tablets). Actually, the Food Enzyme tablets only caused an adverse reaction the first day I took them. My digestive track was back to normal after that. TMI?


  • Speaking of TMI, I have not been able to wear one of my suits to work for approximately 5 weeks now because I have to replace nearly all of the buttons and I just haven’t gotten around to doing it. (Translation: I’m lazy and/or in denial.) Buttons are popping off of everything – BUT it is not because I’m gaining weight. Oh, no – my weight gain from this summer has stabilized, thank you very much. Seriously, I’m sure some of this has to do with buttons straining, but mostly it’s because I don’t think they make things like they used to. Between that and the number dry cleaning does on fabric (sadly, my green/gentler dry cleaner closed up shop), my work clothes are falling apart. The icing on the cake was last week when I sat down 10 seconds after arriving at work and¬†heard a ripppp. I was glad to see it was just my skirt lining and not the skirt itself that busted down my backside. Phew. It was exciting when I bought my first suit at the age of 20 or 21; now, not so exciting. Sewing buttons on has never been exciting, which is why I avoid it at all costs…until my other suits fall apart.


  • Things with FlyBoy – remember him, the man¬†who literally and figuratively fell for me? (he gets credit for that phrase, not me!) – have been terrific; we’ve been dating for almost 4 months now and are serious. Who would’ve thought? I know I promised a more detailed post, and I will keep my promise (by 2010), but suffice it to say it’s going well. He’s wonderful. And wonderful to me. What more could I ask for?


  • …except a guy who’s willing to go to a fall festival in a charming town nestled in the middle of PA! Yep, believe it or not he even suggested – and ENJOYED – going to a crafty-autumn-antiquing-event. I’m not overly “crafty” (well, in the dried flowers/wood-carved antelopes sense), but it was a lot of fun to get outside on Sunday to see some artisans, eat caramel apples and see the foliage.


  • Interestingly enough, on the way back home from the fall festival my kids, who were with their dad over the weekend, happened to pass us on the PA Turnpike – nowhere near where we live, I might add¬†– and unbeknownst to me, in The Ex’s girlfriend’s vehicle. (I’ve never met her, and The Ex has never met my beau, but the kids have met both significant others.) I didn’t realize this until Drama Girl called me on my cell phone: “Mom! We just passed you on the highway. We saw your car!” “I don’t know about that, honey. There are a lot of cars that look like mine. Where are you?” “We’re on the turnpike coming back from Ohiopyle. We saw you!”

I’m pretty sure at that moment I felt the earth shake a bit from my worlds colliding. I guess that’s about as random as things can get.

Surviving another school year

The kids’ first day of school is tomorrow. Wow, I can’t believe¬†summer is almost over! While I dread the¬†mounds of papers I’ll undoubtedly have to read and fill out over the next two weeks, I’m looking forward to a set routine and¬†schedule — two things that will make this¬†single mama’s life a whole lot easier. I hope.

In the spirit of¬†the season, I’ve made my very own back-to-school shopping list¬†—¬†one that I hope a few of you single parents can use, too. Check it out¬†at this month’s Dinner for One¬†and let me know what’s on your list¬†to get through¬†the school year ahead!



Busy mom is a meanie mom

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I‚Äôm looking at the date as I type this ‚Äď and wow, is it already the end of July? Where did the month go? If we use my rounding up strategy, we‚Äôre practically into October. Yikes!

Let’s make a deal and not round up.

Truthfully, I don‚Äôt know where our ‚Äúlazy days of summer‚ÄĚ have been hiding because last week was yet another busy one.

First, there was our annual trek to Kennywood, a local amusement park. We only stayed for a short time, but the kids experienced¬†their first real roller coaster rides. I recall loving roller coasters as a teen, but I hadn‚Äôt been on one in probably 20 years. So, tandem jumper-cool-SusieQ was a tad surprised to find that the ‚Äútame‚ÄĚ wooden Jack Rabbit¬†was¬†the one WHERE THE CAR COMES OFF THE TRACK after the grand finale double dip. Holy shit. I was worried about my kids being traumatized, but I think I need therapy after that.

Next, there was my business trip to Hotlanta and it was…hot. Okay, so I was inside air-conditioned, non-descript conference rooms most of the time, but still. I wish I could have arranged to meet up with my blogging pals in the area, but we were in and out in 2 days, getting back home at 1:30 a.m. on Wednesday morning!

The rest of the week was filled with more family togetherness than one should probably have while my sister was in town (just kidding, J.), plus two evenings with Fly-Boy.

Yes, things are going well with us‚Ķeven after him witnessing my gaining 5 pounds from eating just about every type of junk food known to man since we took our flying leaps. I guess risking my life made me throw caution ‚Äď and calories ‚Äď to the wind.

But it was¬†an out-of-the-ordinary visit on Saturday to The Rocking Pony‚Äôs headquarters that really got the kids talking. Karen was gracious enough to open up her home to the Burgh Moms and their families for a day in the country. The kids got to run around, eat a lot (I tried in vain to begin watching my calories again – uh, right), and even had the chance to pet and ride a miniature pony. Well, T-Rex tried riding, but he apparently inherited my equestrian skills — let‚Äôs just say I’m not exactly the horse whisperer — because he promptly fell right off. The good news is there wasn‚Äôt far to fall.

The highlight, though, was the two litters of corgi puppies on site. Lots and lots of cute, squeaky puppies.

And lots and lots of conversations ending with ‚ÄúNo, we‚Äôre not bringing one home.‚ÄĚ

It was tempting, but no.

Morning, Mom

Out of the mouths of babes this morning:

T-Rex: Look! My weiner’s so big. Why does it get so big? It hurts because it’s so big. It’s feels like a rock. [Etc.]

I don’t know, sweetheart. I only know that it will likely¬†rule your life and get you to do stupid things one day when it is not behaving like a limp lizard.

Drama Girl: Mom, your stomach looks like it has a baby in it.

I don’t quite buy the whole Immaculate Conception thing so I’m pretty sure it’s just Mommy’s stress eating (noting a particular fondness for the¬†Oreos¬†I buy for YOU and your brother) and her lack of exercise. But thanks for noticing.

I love my kids¬†and they amuse me. But some days I just want the duct tape handy to¬†put over their mouths. And then I’ll wrap it around my¬†bulging middle¬†like a corset so I can¬†stop sitting here at my desk sucking in my gut.