And Here It Is

Wow. Today by mistake I stumbled across my blog. Its been so long since I've seen it. Its not like I haven't thought about it. I do all the time. I write entries in my head while Im laying in bed or while Im bathing the kids or changing a diaper. I even wanted to post the picture of Little S's first poop here for wordless Wednesday but somehow it never happened. Between work and the kids I barely have time to brush my teeth. You know the story blah blah blah

I am resisting the urge to go back and read all my entries. I know this parenting thing its been a hard but sweet road and life is never easy but to read it all laid out like this is very strange. Its like reading your old diaries. It always end up with a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach and an empty bottle of wine next to you.

Instead these days I amuse myself with writing a status update on Face book. It seems like all I can manage these days. I post things like Someone Pass the Cheese Wiz and I feel like I said it all. I mean that is profound but there is something about bloging I miss. The feeling of laying it all out there for people to see. To reflect on if I ever get that chance.

Ive got so much to say and so little time to say it. Even now this is a stolen moment I should be working. I should collating something. But it feels good to say hello again. Ive missed this and I hope it wont be months until I come back again to say hi and take a moment to breath.

Where Have I gone?

I've been a bad blogger lately. Somehow I seem to have lost the drive, the joy de blogg, the muse of the blogg. There's a lot going on and each day I think today's the day I will blog about my hang nail or today's the day I will complain about my child's complete lack of interest in brushing his teeth but each day I seem to get caught up in this and that and before I know it I'm laying in bed wondering where the day has gone. Its sad but true. I think it happens to all bloggers eventually. Its not like nothing interesting is going on its just hard to keep up with it all and sadly blogging seems to fall to the bottom of the list each day.

What is also hard is enough people I know read this that I have to be careful about what I can say and the idea of self censoring while writing just gets overwhelming. I'm not sure what Ill do about all of this. I guess I'll post when I can and give myself a break if I take a break. Still love you guys and I plan to get back to my bloggyness when I can .

Guess Who I Saw

I had so many blog plans toady. I was gonna write about a party I had where many of the people in attendance I recently re found via facebook and how strange and wonderful the experience was. I was gonna write about how Little B watched Bolt and freaked out and wandered the house in fear of some red eyed girl for 24 hours. But instead I had an experience this morning that knocked it all out of the water.

Getting B out of the house this morning was not easy. I felt like a record on repeat (for those of you young ens a record is a black piece of vinyl with music etched into its grooves used in ancient Rome). I said B get you glove B get your gloves until it sounded like BGETOURGLOVES BGETGLOVES BGEGL...... So we left the house and not only did B not have his gloves but neither did Little S. S was crying and B was chanting that his hands hurt. I stopped the stroller to stick my gloves on them while yelling at B he should have brought his gloves when I look up and who do you think is staring at me?

KATIE HOLMES!!!!

Yup Tom Cruise's wife is staring at B with a big smile on her face. I stared and turned bright red and tried to pretend I was not just yelling at my children. She waved at B and walked away.

I think I am a celebrity now by association. Soon I will have paparazzi chasing me down. Can't a girl even go to the store without all the flashbulbs? I will say. Soon Ill be wearing big dark sunglasses as I make my way down the red carpet.

Yes Katie Holmes and I shared something special...not sure what but it sure was exciting.

Sometime I just love New York.

Oh Where Has She Gone?

Where is Suzie? Where has she gone? She has not responded to my sassy stories. She has not commented. She has not twittered. She has not regaled us with her wit at all. Her blog page sits silently showing a Wordless Wednesday of days gone by. What's up?

Has she been abducted by a traveling green martians who have no children or husbands and like to drive in fast cars and think tummy flab is sexy?

Has she run away and joined a troop of high flying acrobats who have made her their queen and worship her by giving her foot rubs and frozen drinks and let her sleep late every morning?

Or did she in the throws of a cleaning frenzy try to remove the huge ugly scary looking dust particles and bits of old food and grime she saw in her clear mac key board with q tips and end up smashing the thing against the trash can rendering it useless and broken ?

One can only wonder.

13!!!!!!

Yesterday may not have been my best post. I know some of you may not find a post about aliens and pee pee scintillating stuff. I know I've written better and I know I've written worse but imagine my horror upon opening my blog and seeing a sad 13 comments. 13!!!! Oh no! How can this be? I know I'm not supposed to be counting. I know its not about quantity but quality of comments but 13!

I'm nothing but a comment ho I admit it. Vered had just written a post on closing comments. On not just playing tag to get a cheep comment. I wanted to be like her I really did but upon seeing 13 I knew I was not as evolved. But I admit it I love tag. I think I now realize that I am such a comment ho I will clap my hands for a simple LOL. Its true I do breath a sigh of popular contented relief when I see I've gotten over 20 comments. I might even giggle with delight when I hit the 30 mark. If that makes me shallow so be it!

But 13? Is there something hanging out of my nose? Was I a little on the ripe side yesterday? Bed bugs got 31 and lice in the eye got 29. I see you are all a gross bunch. Even the headless hamster got 32 comments.

So I would like to give an award for those wonderful people who commented on my alien pee pee story. Here's to you my loyal bloggy friends who will listen to my pee pee story and will make comments that include the word Uranus.

Erin

MamaGeek @ Works For Us

Debbie

Not Your Aunt Bea

Prefers Her Fantasy Life

Queen-Size funny bone

Erin, Nick and Merrick

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Kate Coveny Hood

My Wonderful Men

Maggie

Vered - MomGrind

King of New York Hacks

I love you all!!!!

Oops. I think Blogger messed with my comment button. Maybe you do all love my pee pee stories after all.

Its All My Work's Fault

You might have asked yourself where has Suzie gone? What's up with Suzie? She usually posts 5 days a week and now not a peep? What the...? Where has that girl gone?

Well I gotta tell you my rotten job is once again interrupting my blogging. I know I've complained about this before but Really! I thought I had gotten it under control but for some reason work is expecting to me well, work and I really resent it.

Don't they know I have some great stories to tell? I wanted to tell you all about how I read this article about how most kids hurt themselves while their moms are making dinner and then while I was making dinner and thinking smugly about how that's never happened to me little S began to scream and somehow she had cut her foot while my attention was diverted. But could I tell you about that? NO! I had to file I report.

I wanted to tell you about how my radiator makes me feel like I have inhaled a tub of straw and how if I spend one more winter in my NYC apartment I am sure all the moisture will be sucked out of my body from the horrible old radiator I sleep next to leaving just an empty Suzie husk that will crackle in the wind. Did I get to share that gem? Nope I had to meet with parents about kindergarten.

Did you hear about how the Bella the school hamster ate her long time partner and friend Bella 2's head in a fit of hamster rage? I mean that was a doozie the whole head was gone. Just a little headless hamster body left feet up in the habit trail. Little B is still talking about that one. Did I get to share? Nope!Couldn't! Had to answer boring old phone calls.

I know I've complained about this before but really lets get our priorities straight here OK? Blog first work second. I'm pretty sure that's in my work description...right?

I'm Outta Here

You remember that Seinfeld episode where George Costanza would always leave on a high note. If he could get people to laugh he would say, "All right! That's it for me. Goodnight, everyone!" and leave the room. I think I understand George in fact I think I am George.

I loved my post yesterday. Not to toot my own horn but it was a good one. I mean sometimes you just gotta pat yourself on the back and say "Good post Suzie! You hit the nail on the head with that one." Well I sure did.

I started to write today's post but quickly saw it was a loosing proposition. I started one about friendships but it didn't quiet cut it. I started another on coffee but really, it was a snore fest. I thought about doing a belated Wordless Wednesday or a Thursday 13 even a Friday Sky watch but deep inside I knew it wasn't going to deliver that same wonderful punch. Its sad but true.

You know I think I just need to accept the fact that anything I say today is not gonna be as good as yesterday. I'm not topping that one. Today's post just doesn't have a chance. Poor little post you never could reach your full potential. You were destined to be number 2 at best.

Boy I mean I sure was great yesterday. I'm still laughing. Cant get it out of mind really. Wow I mean that gonna be hard to top. Yup great..... Anyway....

All right! That's it for me. Goodnight, everyone

It's Bloggin Time

OK now this is getting serious. I don't know when it started to happen but my kids and my work are seriously getting in the way of my blogging.

I mean just now I had thought of the most witty intelligent thing to blog about and someone stoped by my office to give me paper work and talk about their child. How rude! Don't they know serious blogging is going on in here?

You wouldn't believe it I'm not kidding just now I started writing again and my child ran into my office to tell me the baby was bitten. What am I supposed to do about it? I'm writing here.

All day yesterday while I was sitting through a meeting I wanted to yell out, "Hey lets hurry this up I've got a great idea for a Wordless Wednesday I want to schedule! You're totally blocking my creative flow!"

It's bad enough I have to answer natures call every now and then and sleeping is a complete waste of writing time but I do see the point in it all I guess. But while I'm at work thats prime blogging time! I mean everyone knows computers are for blogging why else would they put it on my desk. I mean really!

I Dont KNow What to Say

Today I am out of bloggy ideas I tried I wrote and wrote and erased and wrote. I mean I'm at work people. This is too much pressure!!! I need a manicure and a massage not an empty blog page saying do it write on me be creative be funny. I hate you empty blog page! Why do you say create on top? Its like a taunt! I am trying! I am! But I am only human. I cant I cant I have nothing left to give...sob...sob...

Ok so in honor of my nothing to say day I turn to google. Thank goodness for google and the wakey people and perverts who use you daily. According to google not only do I have nothing to say but I tend to say it in quiet a random way. I mean look at how people found my bloggy goodness on a keyword search:

why does my pup lick his paws and butt
cactus prickers
poem for crabby hubby
bad bugs killer
how to make bad bug go away
how to get rid of water bugs
getting rid of my scale
dog bars
dipiliatory
sexy moms
chickens
how do you know when you've lost yourself?
dog leaves wet spot at night
water bug killer
moms sexy


And my all time favorite :
big wet butts in high hills

Hmmm...... strange. I seem to be obsessed with bugs and dogs. Who knew. I don't recall writing about big wet butts in high hills but who knows I feel like Ive been blogging since I was a wee lass or at least since last year so it could have happened.

So if you came here for big wet butts in high hills you are outta luck. Its just little me hoping for comments and maybe a little love and some peanuts and maybe a frozen Margaretta.

Moms= Sexy Superheros

I was walking down the street and heard someone say , "You're born alone you die alone." I got so angry wanted to stop and yell "What you crazy man? Are you nuts? Who is born alone? Wasn't your mom somewhere in this birth scenario? In fact I guarantee being born is as not alone as you can get you ungrateful person now go call your mom and apologise" Its just like moms are invisible and don't count at all.

There are signs all over.

Do mom's get recognized for 15-48 hours of labor on their child's birthday?
No!
Are stretch marks the new sexy must have appearing in all the fashion magazines?
No!
Are leaky nipples a status symbol?
No!

Well why the hell not?

Since writing this blog I have heard such tales from the pit it would make your head spin.

Who gets so tired staying up with the baby they mistake their husband shaving cream for toothpaste?
Mothers!
Who wrangled, pantie liners, moths, condom wrappers and toilet soaked toothbrushes from their children's mouths?
Mothers!
Who improvised using a sanitary napkin and a pair of Speedos for protection for their baby's new pink dress when they ran out of diapers?
Mothers!

And what about my own mother? A great woman, very smart, lovely and very forgiving mother. Very very forgiving and so so great. So forgiving in fact that she would totally not hold a small comment made innocently on another's blog against her own daughter. Who is so secure in her daughters love and admiration that she would not get upset even if it stated something like "I know I just spent a week with my mother and it will take weeks to get over it." A mom who would laugh and throw back her arms and say "thats my silly daughter". Now that is a mom truly a mom worthy of praise.

So lets hear it for mothers(and my own wonderful forgiving mommy)! We are truly the superheros of the universe deserving of praise and lots of money and a few first class tickets to the Bahamas. Go Moms! (I'm so ashamed)

I Love You Blogger

What? What is this? Is this my new template loaded? I am so happy I could cry. I love you blogger I do. You may have lost my blog roll and all my awards even though I saved them and I did spend the last 72 hours doing nothing but trying to load the new template but who cares! You are sexy, inelegant and such a gentleman. What a wonderful blogspot you are.

Why Blogger Why?

ARGHHHHHH!!!!!! My template has gone crazy!!!! It's making me nuts. I tried to load a new one. It was so pretty. It worked for one second and them boom, gone. No more.

Oh Blogger I tried you in explorer, safari and still you will not load my template. I have erased all my widgets. I have sung you songs taken you out to dinner, combed your hair, given you marshmallows and still you rotten blog spot you refuse to work! Why why wont you work you rotten blogger why??????????? Did I tell you it is my birthday on Saturday? Does that help? No? Well I hate you too.

I'm One Crazy Blogger

I think I may be a blogging addict. I think about blogging a lot. I plan my posts during my middle of the night feedings. I feel unpopular and smelly when I get no comments. Im not sure when it happened but it did. Get the intervention team ready!

Another sign of my sickness is my addition to the post scheduler. I wrote this last week before I went away. I should have been working or packing but no. Sick that's me.

Vered said in a recent post that ."Subscribers don’t necessarily go away when you post less - they go away when you post low-quality fillers in order to keep to your regular posting schedule." I am sure that she is right.

Yet here I am putting together some terrible posts trying to stick to a regular schedule while I am away. I think it is sign of sickness. I must post even though I am not at a computer. I must have comments even though I wont be able to read them.

Have I become so obsessed with blogging I cant stop?

Have I become so obsessed I think about what will happen to my blog if I die in a horrible accident?

Am I so obsessed that I will I keep writing even when I have nothing to say?

YUP!

Warning Another Sentimental Posting Here

I started blogging when I was pregnant with S. It was almost a year ago. I had discovered that even though I live in a big city I had started to feel really alone. Before kids I had a big social network. I went out with the girls I talked on the phone with friends. When I was on bed rest with B most of my friends stopped coming by. (Que sad awww sound)

It was isolating and now with the two kids I hardly see anyone anymore. Yes I see people at work but its different I am the boss. When I talk to friends on the phone I am constantly having to stop and answer questions about chocolate milk and rescue the dog from pinching baby fingers. I love my life I love being a mommy but boy it does it get lonely. So I started blogging and I met people, all different types of people. I started feeling like I wasn't so alone anymore. I got a new community one who has many members who also have to stop to get more chocolate milk. Thank you all so much for just being there.

Some of my oldies but goodies like:
Veronica
The Teach
We Are that Family
Trying
Will Think for Wine
The Forgetful One
Colleen
Stacey Huston
Madge
I've Changed My Name to Mommy


Have been around for awhile and have helped me find my blogging voice:

Some of the new ones like:
Annie
Heather
Vered
Kristen H.
Kmommy
Llama Mamma
CC
Have really added so much to my bloggy life with their comments and suport

And
June Cleavers Nirvana -who also commented on one of my posts "You look hot today" which totally made my week
Doc Grumbles
Who never fail to impress me with their writing and view points on life.

And of course my wonderful friends
Holey Vision
Escape From Brooklyn
Down Hill All the Way
who has enabled me to find someone else who can talk about blogging for hours

I know I forgot people. I am sorry. I feel like I am at the Academy awards.
So here is your award for being so wonderful and giving me support and love and helping me get through this wonderful yet pretty darn hard part of my life.



I promise the next post will be silly. Really! I mean it!

Also I know I've been tagged by a few people for memes Im sorry Ill try to get to them soon.

Word Verification

Maybe its me but whats with this word verification thing? It always takes me at least three tries to ever figure out what I am seeing. When you mess up the next one is worse. Is that a z or and x why is it fuzzy and blended into the next letter. I'm dyslexic so maybe I can blame it on that.

I feel like its laughing at me, judging me, or it is some horrible test which I am constantly doomed to fail.
I mean what is this?or this
I just cant do it!

Its too much for a gal like me on decaf.

The Party Good and Bad

Commence mushy and emotional blogging:

I just realized today is the last day of the Blog Party. I was so great to read some many different blogs a lot of them I'm sure I'll be regular readers of. It was also so great to get so many comments. Sometimes I feel like I am blogging to myself and while that's fine, I did it when I journaled, but it is so great to be sharing this with other people.

This whole motherhood thing while wonderful and fulfilling can be really overwhelming and isolating. I used to go out with my friends all the time and now I'm lucky if I get out once a month for an hour. Blogging and hearing from people makes me feel like I have a social network again and I'm not so alone. Thanks for your comments (from all of you not just the party gals) and letting me share this with you guys.

O.k. I'm done being mushy commence with the sarcasm and wit.

Here goes.

Blogging and the party also had an evil side for me. Its spoiled me. Made me greedy. I kept hoping that the 21 or 22 comments I got during the party would continue. I was sad when it did not. Then I got angry. I mean hey I'm funny I'm quirky why don't I have 53 comments.

I have a dark blogging secret. Sometimes I check several times a day to see if I have comments. I look at the blog rolls of pages I frequent and try to find my blog listed. I get all upset when I don't see it. I look at the number of comments other people have and I am jealous.

I feel like I'm the blogging black sheep. Am I smelly? Why no comments? The party spoiled it all for me. Now I want more... more... commence evil laughter!

Where Have All the Comments Gone?

Hmmmmm.... No comments yet. Maybe I was to quick to change sites.

Anyway if anyone new stumbles upon this site and wants to get a sense of what I'm all about check out my old site at http://journals.aol.com/smwed2000/up-the-hill-backwards/

Welcome to My New Blog Space

Ok Its was totally that old blog sites fault. I totally wont remember him. So there.

No seriously I decided to start a new blog space because I've had many emails complaining about trouble posting comments on the aol site . I actually stayed up all night not only because of the kids but because it strangely felt like a hard decision to change blog carriers. but I have done it and now I just hope I remember my password and where this blog is so I can keep updating it. But welcome to my new site.

Here is a completely gratuitous picture of B wearing his baby doll in a pretend baby carrier.

By the way all you people who complained you could never post comments have some work to do now.