Movin’ On Up

Can you believe after so few posts in the last several months, I’ve actually redesigned and moved my blog? I feel like I just bellied up to the bar and ordered a round of drinks… all for myself. Is anyone out there anymore? […anymore …anymore …?]

Well. My new blog is halfmama.com. No more blogspot, baby. Some of you may already know this because I messed with it yesterday and got all my feeds mixed up, thus sending a dozen posts out to the feedlands again. Sorry about that.

Please readjust your blogs, feeds, readers, televisions.
www.halfmama.com

Thanks! Hopefully, I’ll see you over there.

Random Re*meme*ergence

I know, I KNOW! You people are blog vultures. Can’t you let a blogger hibernate in peace?

Okay okay… Well, what better way to reemerge than to start with a meme? I was tagged for the Random meme awhile back (by Kim, Hedgehog, and Angela), and I figured this is the best way for a slow re-entry. So, here goes:

Rules: Once tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you. Then post the rules before your list, and list 8 random things about yourself.

1. It has come to my attention that some of you actually absorb the shit I write on my blog and may have come to the incorrect conclusion that, when talking about one of my high school classmates in all of his glorious Hello Kitty gear, I was actually talking about an ex I mentioned in a past entry. Let me set the record straight: while C-Diddy is a great and funny guy, we did not date. The ex about whom I was talking shall remain nameless. He does have a movie coming out based on him, but it’s not an air guitar documentary. And that’s all I have to say about that.

2. I am so paranoid from watching Dateline and reading about kidnappings that when we stayed in a hotel over Thanksgiving, I kept getting up in the middle of the night to make sure the twins were still safely asleep in their bed. The more I got up, the more insomnia set in. Yes, I realize this does not bode well for my future in parenting, nor my future in sleeping.

3. My ideal man can best be described as a cross between Clark Kent/Superman, Maximus Decimus Meridius, Jason Bourne, and Coach Eric Taylor (you know — minus the kryptonite allergy, non-bathing, assassin, and lack of emotional availability during football season thing). I think I got pretty damn lucky with G. He’s sort of the civilian amalgam of my imaginary cinematic boyfriends.

4. I am vain enough to admit that I want Dr. 90210 to get rid of my muffintop. I am also vain enough to admit that I would never, however, show it on reality TV.

5. I love using tools. G and I once renovated our basement by ourselves. We framed, drywalled, laid down flooring… I wouldn’t want to do it all the time, but I’m glad I can. I’m too cheap to pay someone else to do it, even though they can do a much better job.

(We painted a room together too, with a special ‘linen’ effect. Because we made it through that experience, I know we can make it through anything. We were close to throttling each other’s necks. No joke. Painting a freakin’ room.)

6. I was once Fan of the Game at a Pirates game. My big round head was up on that Jumbotron, cluelessly stuffing a hot dog in my face before my friend Marcus poked me and pointed at the screen, then suggested that maybe I stop eating for a second.

7. Despite the fact that I worked in my parents’ jewelry store since I was ten years old (dude, Korean child labor laws are non-existent), I own very little jewelry. The only jewelry I wear regularly is my wedding ring. My sister also wears very little jewelry. FingKASIL is seriously perplexed by the lack of bejeweled fingers and necks in our family. I guess we got tired of it after being surrounded by it all of our lives. Too bad my parents didn’t own a Baskin Robbins or an Internet café. My life would be so much healthier right now.

8. I am severely incapable of remembering directions.

As a bonus (and if you got this far reading these boring details about me): These videos will never stop entertaining me. Go forth and enjoy.



Did you see Ellen showing these clips too? She begged someone — anyone — to produce this show in America. Dude, if this ever comes to American fruition, I’m so grabbing Superha and dragging her silver laméd ass with me to TetrisTown. Nina, get your silver condom costume ready!

I’m not going to tag anyone since so many of you have done this meme already, and I know some people don’t like to be meme’d anyway. But in case Momomax feels like getting off her pregnant duff, or FingKASIL feels like sharing, I tag thee. Maybe FingKASIL will share her move-to-CA rented truck story. It’s a good one.

Hope everyone had a fantastic holiday— er, December… and, er, November too.

See you in ’08!

Overheard

I know. This is annoying and kind of a little rude — my once-a-week post asking you to go to another site to read my post. Especially considering there are so many other bloggers doing this once-a-day NaNoo-NaNooBloMe thing. But if I write everyday I might bore you to tears, so you should really be thanking me. (You’re welcome.)

Now go click on my Parenting post. Because I’m rude like that.

Today: some of the funny statements heard around here lately. They’re our kids so of course we think they are funny. Well whaddya want… We’re parents. Our entertainment has been scaled down to reality TV and the humor of a couple of 3-year-olds. Give us a break.

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Halloween 2007

C0mcast and I… we are on the verge of a break-up. I’m sure my account is flagged as PAIN IN THE ASS CUSTOMER. But what am I supposed to do without a connection? READ or something?

Anyway…

Costumes. This is part of what I’ve been working on lately. Maybe I should thank Crapcast for not letting me get online so that I had time to finish this thing.

It was a little over my head, but I got it done — finally. And it’s nothing I want to ever attempt again. Let me just tell you: Bean had her own little sweatshop going on here.

To see more of the twins’ costumes (and to see past ridiculous costumes) click here to go to my Parenting post.

I’ve made their costumes in the past, but this year I only made Bean’s. I’m slowly weaning myself. Next year hopefully they will both choose to be some commercialized character that comes with its own itchy polyester manufactured costume. The most I will have to do is rip open a package.

I tried to avoid the making of the costume. I searched and searched for a Hello Kitty costume. Called our local Sanrio store. Looked everywhere online. Oh — there are Hello Kitty costumes. Weird ones:
What kind of scary Hello Kitty is that? I’m not even sure what is going on. Those pants are thick heavy fur. The headdress alone was enough to give me nightmares. That is so not a Japanese-made costume.

Then there was this one… I mentally measured Bean’s head and considered getting this for her, then contemplated sewing a similar costume, but G thought this cat looked nothing like Hello Kitty. And if a WHITE CAT can’t pull this off, well…

I could have gone this route, but C-Diddy, Air Guitar Champion of 2003, is really the only one who can rock the Hello Kitty breastplate. Okay, okay… I didn’t really consider putting a breastplate on Bean, but I went to high school with C-Diddy so I’m putting a little plug in for him and his movie.

There were plastic masks on ebay, similar to the ones we wore as kids. Remember? When Halloween costumes came in flimsy boxes with cellophane covers, and the masks had sharp edges that always scratched up your face? I couldn’t bear to put that on Bean either.

Plus, I like to make things difficult for myself. So sculpt (and sand, paint, repeat) I did.

The day before Halloween, their teacher handed me a slip of paper with instructions for the party the next day. Number three on the list? No masks or weapons please.

Perfect.

Halloween Costumes

I knew it would happen. I knew eventually I would have to let the kids choose their own Halloween costumes. I was hoping I could get away with one more year of parental control. Alas, I had to give it up once they noticed me shopping online without them. (Damn, my window-hiding mouse finger just isn’t as quick as it used to be when I was working in an office!)

Click here to read one of our costume-choosing conversations. I say ONE because… well… it’s never that simple.

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P.S. I really am going to post more soon. Hopefully once Halloween is over and once some other (paying) projects are complete. There are some questions to answer! (Jenn, I will answer, I swear!)

Brave New Web

Today at Parenting: Brave New Web.

Boy I’ve been slacking on blogging lately. I figured I should write about where I’ve been lately… And in case you didn’t read it before, I’ve been Facebooking.

As much as I love Facebook and the Internet, technology scares me. I worry it will be one of the wedges in my future relationship with my kids. For example, when I have to call them and ask them how the hell to turn on whatever futuristic gadget they have gifted us and then demand to know why I need it. And start every sentence with, “You know, back when I was your age…” etc.

At what age will I be over the learning curve hill? Is it going to be apparent when they know more about technology than I do?

Click here to read more.

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Twins. People. Stupid.

Over at Parenting today: Twins Make People Stupid. (I know… clever title.)

This is moi sharing with vous some of the funny (okay, stupid) things people have said to us… Like asking if our boy/girl twins are identical. If you don’t know why that is funny (or stupid), you might want to go over and read. (I’m not sure why I’m mixing French in there, except that I don’t necessarily exclude myself from this stupidity so maybe I’m trying to sound smart.)

Click here to read. Stupid is as stupid does.

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