tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174655482024-03-07T00:48:31.778-08:00Caffeinated Sugar MonkeyFind out who you are and then do it on purpose
-Dolly PartonMrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-40438211658203526452009-07-06T17:53:00.000-07:002009-07-06T18:53:50.158-07:00So, I live in IowaIt is interesting to read the last post I wrote (almost a year ago, sheesh). I had NO idea that in just a few months after writing that I'd be moving to Iowa. No idea at all.<br /><br />I think I am getting more comfortable with uncertainty. The other day Michael and I were talking about where we'll live next. We are both okay with Iowa, but just don't feel at this point that this is our forever place. Now that we've moved here, moving other places seems much more possible. Our dream, or one of them anyways, would be to live outside the US for some length of time. I'd love to give Miles the chance to experience life in other places and there is so much of the world I'd like to see.<br /><br />But for now, we live in Iowa, in a creaky old farm house that-at this very minute-has a raccoon trapped on the roof and frogs in the puddles in the driveway and a mouse somewhere on the second floor. We are *thisclose* to opening our own petting zoo.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-78453663013686847082008-10-26T21:51:00.000-07:002008-10-26T22:01:23.884-07:00Too muchSometimes it just feels like there is too much to be worried about right now. The economy (both nationally and personally), the election (please, please, please no Palin), my job (secure but I'm bored), Mr. Monkey's job (not boring but next semester looks really uncertain right now).<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm torn between wanting to write lists and plans of attack or sitting in front of the computer for hours, eating dark chocolate raisins, staying up when I should be sleeping.<br /><br /><br /><br />Mr. Monkey said he was feeling disequilibrium last night. I think I'd be feeling that to if I wasn't so numbed by celebrity gossip websites and dark chocolate.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-39748701743011740092008-08-27T20:11:00.001-07:002008-08-27T20:21:58.718-07:00My boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPHMns922IU7nqjcAXjXOVfWZ7Yu2lece0a3rmfUGKe1gAaQd401I3rJcWL_xQu39o93qcginvBEdnnMJdkGfZAlTMBrvofp-gCvxzcXxhflELwLdut3asBkvIAa2yKQ5NGICzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239402099804985458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPHMns922IU7nqjcAXjXOVfWZ7Yu2lece0a3rmfUGKe1gAaQd401I3rJcWL_xQu39o93qcginvBEdnnMJdkGfZAlTMBrvofp-gCvxzcXxhflELwLdut3asBkvIAa2yKQ5NGICzQ/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ways in which the little monkey is just like me:</div><br /><div>1. He likes to sleep in. Given the chance, he'll usually wake up around 6 or 7am, have a quick feed and then snuggle back in until 9am. This is excellent.</div><br /><div>2. He really likes to sleep in the middle of the big bed, surrounded by pillows. I love this to, though I have retrained myself to sleep only on one side so as to allow Mr. Monkey a couple of inches of sleeping space</div><div> </div><div>3. He has hands and feet that seem frigid to Mr. Monkey</div><div> </div><div>4. He loves, loves, loves the water</div><div> </div><div>5. He does not like socks and has never worn them a day in his little short life. I've worn them quite rarely since he's been born and I am happy about that.</div><div> </div><div>Ways in which my son is NOT like me:</div><div> </div><div>1. He has, on more than one occasion, peed on his own head and then smiled about it.</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-56792474302370368852008-07-29T14:16:00.000-07:002008-07-29T14:18:33.410-07:00Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPu2FglsGyvTrYwJPRcGT3_ZUPN7Tut5Yqyj9wNqgBnvoroVybnaAgCzJqykbZ77xkMtNGvs0cN-aOBrwyctwNoeKXriU5_QtDfREHbj_YaK6QYBewhwKcDAEakURVKW_JAnFOg/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228548319848971090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEPu2FglsGyvTrYwJPRcGT3_ZUPN7Tut5Yqyj9wNqgBnvoroVybnaAgCzJqykbZ77xkMtNGvs0cN-aOBrwyctwNoeKXriU5_QtDfREHbj_YaK6QYBewhwKcDAEakURVKW_JAnFOg/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Real men aren't afraid of a little open mouth baby kissing</div>Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-20485391886827218052008-07-21T18:28:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:30:19.761-07:00Miles in his office<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkz8K9u9pzRvS2R-M7FI062X5u0JH4LcxtE5z9rA9fyfxg2ESGlA4ZbBqOXNePss-qA5G-OMhwh_QfojkVOWN4iKoE1cSBPVFfVMozPj_BYHLTmJDrhxayuV3Um-MWQ2SVHk6nw/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225644568359386050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkz8K9u9pzRvS2R-M7FI062X5u0JH4LcxtE5z9rA9fyfxg2ESGlA4ZbBqOXNePss-qA5G-OMhwh_QfojkVOWN4iKoE1cSBPVFfVMozPj_BYHLTmJDrhxayuV3Um-MWQ2SVHk6nw/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJUXRkfBQhyMS6_RJZUKXfNcdu9H6E5eG_41QRQ29TaKnTTlScZqPdEFJIEVQ5uf9wbr5HVnhmBs_-L1XjXcH4hrHpTSsgRrQieo1-__tG5Cbou7ZvMC3uEksJOrv9zuTJoyxrQ/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225644579996838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJUXRkfBQhyMS6_RJZUKXfNcdu9H6E5eG_41QRQ29TaKnTTlScZqPdEFJIEVQ5uf9wbr5HVnhmBs_-L1XjXcH4hrHpTSsgRrQieo1-__tG5Cbou7ZvMC3uEksJOrv9zuTJoyxrQ/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sometimes I look exactly like this at work too.</div>Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-51068268440962131242008-07-21T18:26:00.001-07:002008-07-21T18:28:49.833-07:00Monkey buns<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLsQOIuBnPjL54NzzwPzWIMv0wUSs8kTvACSvXtSQrvlj8c9Ik2VTMsrqMVAV_r6NYnykrWhV_WO9mAKhRvLkk4-fgEZPuEUWNJzfTIzFJIQxqboP8pVH-O3-s8h5CHpz3tcyoA/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225644112994968306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLsQOIuBnPjL54NzzwPzWIMv0wUSs8kTvACSvXtSQrvlj8c9Ik2VTMsrqMVAV_r6NYnykrWhV_WO9mAKhRvLkk4-fgEZPuEUWNJzfTIzFJIQxqboP8pVH-O3-s8h5CHpz3tcyoA/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2LrZ2W380-gwa2zaHajQRP7CHNC0ZixGoeIbTzE_KOCb8fhYvPbCRnUZfj46nqFjfIQ-E7Bbz_3k9Lk5UUuBm3JGJ2NAtNZlobTsOAOFDGBSfHKagBST3hDXbLWqiR2bQC9feA/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225644116733221714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2LrZ2W380-gwa2zaHajQRP7CHNC0ZixGoeIbTzE_KOCb8fhYvPbCRnUZfj46nqFjfIQ-E7Bbz_3k9Lk5UUuBm3JGJ2NAtNZlobTsOAOFDGBSfHKagBST3hDXbLWqiR2bQC9feA/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-45327049208298503322008-07-21T18:25:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:26:55.154-07:00The little drunken monkey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMndu_rpM4eX8MACNd9dG745PRnVaD5cCHz9P4979Lav3B5dpIjhJHyvnQFqQ1ltkt5w35Golio0Yde7807p-k5Kgef87B2yRVEs2CEW6O7AtlRXh78pLN_39KmoGxX0vwNq_Kg/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225643730253579730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMndu_rpM4eX8MACNd9dG745PRnVaD5cCHz9P4979Lav3B5dpIjhJHyvnQFqQ1ltkt5w35Golio0Yde7807p-k5Kgef87B2yRVEs2CEW6O7AtlRXh78pLN_39KmoGxX0vwNq_Kg/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-72578989310590837572008-07-18T21:20:00.000-07:002008-07-18T21:35:10.039-07:00How we spend our days<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGwS50Io_6SSVBGQdlOAdhbNLxqDz9Yj4N1c3OBAFLLXMtj_iZSZ1zsn43bqZTmdjIOgG3E2p-8KdkY_pf40PbFXvMebHskqGC1OvjMwmZrKTIVqSCfPMWL8yPx0k7PeU5XK9Kg/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224575599812788482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGwS50Io_6SSVBGQdlOAdhbNLxqDz9Yj4N1c3OBAFLLXMtj_iZSZ1zsn43bqZTmdjIOgG3E2p-8KdkY_pf40PbFXvMebHskqGC1OvjMwmZrKTIVqSCfPMWL8yPx0k7PeU5XK9Kg/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /></a> I've been on maternity leave for a little over six weeks now. This is the longest I've gone since I was 16 without working...though, of course, staying home with a baby certainly a type of work. This time has gone painfully slow and terribly fast. Some days I don't get out of my pajamas until Mr. Monkey gets home. On those days, I usually watch the clock, waiting for him to arrive so I can hand him the baby and get a few moments alone. Those are days when Miles, for reasons known only to himself, won't nap. He'll look exhausted and will <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gritch</span> and fuss but won't be nursed or swayed or shushed to sleep. He doesn't cry, but just won't sleep. These days sometimes make me feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">incompetent</span> and helpless. These days make me think going back to work won't be so bad. I know what I'm doing at work.<br /><br />Yesterday Miles napped for three hours in a row. I don't know why. I spent my afternoon holding him and breathing him in. We sat on the couch, his head on my chest, and I couldn't stop staring at him. His luscious lower lip, his starfish hand, his curly hair. He is delicious to me. As I watched him yesterday I ached at the thought of going back to work and someone else, someone who can't possibly love him as much as I do, getting to watch him sleep.<br /><br />I wish I lived in Canada or Sweden or any one of the other developed countries in the world that have decent maternity leave policies.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-39962908504924088402008-07-03T12:51:00.000-07:002008-07-03T12:54:27.388-07:00He's Here!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nq5CG8NMFHVYibauMXcNtwogEgOF2kOZYfaqjoda4J3zOhgYD48HYZuwxshkfDHBjP_kd-UI_vDV52rdHdPZz5ZKIGswawO1zsJZByYjzoqk6RNNt7eMq8PxMnfHGN4ZB5m4MQ/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218878422725044642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nq5CG8NMFHVYibauMXcNtwogEgOF2kOZYfaqjoda4J3zOhgYD48HYZuwxshkfDHBjP_kd-UI_vDV52rdHdPZz5ZKIGswawO1zsJZByYjzoqk6RNNt7eMq8PxMnfHGN4ZB5m4MQ/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Miles Augustine arrived on 6/7/08 and is a delight.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-90394553471728104942008-05-18T16:58:00.000-07:002008-05-18T17:00:24.788-07:00What waiting looks like<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOExwpE0D1Dpvq2bnEmTr8VaR11AJojKeiQLzMc5tX3UHd6-DtP7M_nXQFU3FgANmwoOyBB5bNpdH_EMBnjB5j02qZqz1BgHRD6lGUuStBbCXO6_NQf_4mSWZn-rfJGr4YgG0mJA/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201871962922595522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOExwpE0D1Dpvq2bnEmTr8VaR11AJojKeiQLzMc5tX3UHd6-DtP7M_nXQFU3FgANmwoOyBB5bNpdH_EMBnjB5j02qZqz1BgHRD6lGUuStBbCXO6_NQf_4mSWZn-rfJGr4YgG0mJA/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Come on and get here baby monkey...</div>Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-49076493513925618712008-03-26T09:35:00.000-07:002008-03-27T09:05:06.343-07:00Things I Should Not Watch: Special Pregnancy Edition1. Steel Magnolias<br /><br />2. P.S. I Love You (by the way, this was a much better movie than the previews made it look. I sobbed and sobbed through it though).<br /><br />3. This video: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PtB5_eEpLs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PtB5_eEpLs</a> Sniff.<br /><br />4. Rudy<br /><br />5. This commercial: <a href="http://www.jnj.com/our_company/our_videos/index.htm">http://www.jnj.com/our_company/our_videos/index.htm</a> (Click on the videos for "piano" and "sink")<br /><br />Lord have mercy, I am sappier than a maple tree these days.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-29924909499964480852008-03-25T14:49:00.000-07:002008-07-03T12:50:17.313-07:00Share My PainUgh.<br /><br />I just finished grading the mid-term exams for my 200 level class. It was fairly depressing, mostly because I get the impression that most of the students either A) don't care or B) don't know how to write a decent essay.<br /><br />There were problems with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">plagiarism</span>, with content, with structure and, oh good God, spell check. The following are all actual <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sentences</span> (unedited of course) from some of the exams:<br /><br />"During the last rodeo a cow trampled a young little girl and it brought the whole town in morning"<br /><br />"hurricane Katrina in New <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">orleans</span> would not have an impact on Tucson, physically wise"<br /><br />"Examples all over the world belief in many ways like Muslim belief in the morning sun while other belief in GOD" (no, I have no idea what this student is talking about)<br /><br />"At every Monet we are being bombard with stimuli..." (but what happens at every Van <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gogh</span>?)<br /><br />"The ideal form of argument is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Login</span>, Ethos and Pathos" (well, two out of three here)<br /><br />"Ferraro leaving the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">clinton</span> campaign and in Arizona the state orders <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">KIDCO</span> facility's closure" (huh?)<br />----------------------------------------<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">According</span> to various students in my class, the following words no longer need to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">capitalized</span>:<br />i<br />united states<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">english</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">consitution</span> (the specific one we base our laws on)<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">mexican</span><br />china<br />------------------------------------------<br /><br />I do love teaching at a community college and I know I am not a grammar expert and that my relationship with spelling has been complicated in the past, but come on people.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-73881450860835091142008-02-14T13:54:00.000-08:002008-02-14T14:00:20.551-08:00These are not good love songsI had to go to the dentist today and while I was there I got sucked in to a local radio station's top 94 love song count down.<br /><br />Now, I presume that they are doing "love songs" because it is Valentine's Day, an allegedly romantic holiday. I would have thought they would want love songs that are actually, you know, happy and stuff but apparantly the definantion of "love song" is broad enough to include the following songs:<br /><br />"All By Myself"<br />"Nothing Compares 2U"<br />"Total Eclipse of the Heart" which includes the super happy line "once upon a time I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart". Sweet!<br />"I Will Always Love You" Seriously people-- this is not a song about a happy couple<br /><br /><br />I'm holding out hope that they will eventually get around to playing "Every Breath You Take" by the Police. It seems entirely possible.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-8202934948156473962008-02-10T12:20:00.001-08:002008-02-10T12:23:42.384-08:00By somewhat popular demand<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH__qtbCXOg-RX1hvrqcFCUXf4DJ2I9-GLE4tTfvD9337jnrcX3ig6I644V5Lpvtvrv4pBGOd_MlyX8Dv8pNmv3_mN5kL-MYNB6GT52E7ANHGnSDrM_EsNe0MUo4RKtvoKf7Gmsw/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165449219815018978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH__qtbCXOg-RX1hvrqcFCUXf4DJ2I9-GLE4tTfvD9337jnrcX3ig6I644V5Lpvtvrv4pBGOd_MlyX8Dv8pNmv3_mN5kL-MYNB6GT52E7ANHGnSDrM_EsNe0MUo4RKtvoKf7Gmsw/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /></a> A few of my far away friends have requested proof that I am, in fact, knocked up. So, here you go. I'm 24 weeks/6 months and, in this picture, in need of a good pressed powder.<br /><div></div>Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-37766394158504990342008-01-31T12:33:00.001-08:002008-01-31T12:34:12.585-08:00At this moment...I would like to be on a warm beach somewhere. I would also like there to be homemade yellow cake with chocolate frosting.<br /><br />I would, realistically, settle for just the cake right now.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-59017862816767867102008-01-25T09:09:00.000-08:002008-01-25T09:11:11.968-08:00An excellent new time waster<a href="http://www.freerice.com/">www.freerice.com</a><br /><br />You get to feel smart (if you have a good vocabulary) and donate rice through the United Nations food project.<br /><br />I'm at level 43 but am determined to get higher.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-9290580873239375122008-01-20T19:24:00.000-08:002008-01-20T19:29:33.146-08:00Yay for babies!Last night Mr. Monkey and I got a call that one of our dearest friends was in labor with her first baby. Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Monkey</span> did a little dance, I teared up a bit and then this morning we got the news that all was well and a 6 pound little boy had entered the world. We are so excited for them and it made me really look forward to the day in May or June when I get to meet little monkey man.<br /><br />Speaking of the little monkey, here the first outfit I've purchased for him:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157766423863321506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2FiaO6PcKGWqzZ7X1GP-cmIoS7EVPRpS3eIYLPtg2aNYGwkh949V3VIhhAeklXeniquL67BSoLYw-cwKQYhgnC5UCE9o0C9FXvyu36GAEWkKGV3XE6dgkbgRyzkK4QcOGLEXQw/s320/monkey.JPG" width="255" border="0" /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Aww</span>.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-17791744210063724772008-01-18T14:29:00.000-08:002008-01-18T14:35:24.791-08:00Updates: not baby related1. Work is busy but good. I've started dreaming about teaching, which must mean it is close to the beginning of the semester. Last night I dreamed that I wanted to teach my study skills class in the bathtub but I was pissed off to discover that I had 50 people in the class and there was no way we would all fit. Then the class was filled with old people who wouldn't stop talking, so I started yelling at them and threatening to kick them all out of class.<br /><br />2. I am currently without a book to read and am open to suggestions.<br /><br />3. Mr. Monkey is in training for his second marathon and it looks like we will be taking a road trip to Kansas in a couple of months so he can do the race. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yay</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">roadtrip</span>!<br /><br />4. I am sad that football season is almost over and the only thing that will make me less sad is if some team, any team, can beat the Patriots.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-81305118516446893662008-01-18T14:20:00.001-08:002008-01-18T14:29:24.872-08:00Updates: baby relatedIn no particular order:<br /><br />1) Baby Sugar Monkey is a boy! I thought for sure, for sure, for sure it would be a girl and I'm still a little bit getting used to the idea of it being a boy. I'm now bracing myself for getting lots of baby gifts in blue, even though I don't love the color blue. Not to be ungrateful for any gifts I may <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">receive</span>, but I'm trying to figure out if there is a subtle way to mention that I love orange and yellow and green and red for little boy babies. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmm</span>...<br /><br />2) I'm starting to feel more pregnant every day. I've put on about 6 pounds now and I can feel the baby move and wiggle around. Mr. Monkey still can't feel the kicks, but I hope he will soon.<br /><br />3)The second trimester is way better than the first.<br /><br />4) Heartburn sucks<br /><br />5) I still cry at almost everything. Mr. Monkey is still incredibly patient about it. Last crying bout: I wanted chicken nuggets and he said he'd get them for me. Yep. Bawled like a baby for about a minute. No good reason why.<br /><br />6) No matter what anyone says, some people are destined for stretch marks, all the lotion and vitamin E and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cocoa</span> butter be damned. I am going to be one of these people and I am non to pleased...or surprised.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-78870307423648827572007-12-18T09:14:00.000-08:002007-12-18T09:21:14.196-08:00OverheardWhat follows is an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">excerpt</span> from an actual conversation going on just out side my office door right this second.<br /><br />"Brittany": So, um, what are you getting Mike for Christmas?<br /><br />"Lindsay": God. I don't know. I need to get something but, like, I really don't know what he wants. Can you get someone, like, a gift certificate for, like, a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tattoo</span>?<br /><br />B: I don't know. But, like, I bet you totally can.<br /><br />L: What are you getting Tristan?<br /><br />B: A bong. But, like, I'm lucky. He's really easy to shop for.<br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hee</span>.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-6753929893270202502007-11-13T14:31:00.000-08:002007-11-13T15:17:53.340-08:00And I shall call the baby...Tapeworm.<br /><br />Seriously. I am starving today. After 6 good solid weeks of feeling totally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">repulsed</span> by most food (including, sadly, chocolate and most forms of ice cream) I feel like my appetite is back with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vengeance</span> today.<br /><br />My stomach growled so loudly this morning that the student I was working with heard it and said "Dude, was that, like, your stomach?". Yes, in my professional life I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">often</span> go by the name "Dude".<br /><br />I'm still feeling fairly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">opposed</span> to cooking, especially meat, so I need to figure out what Mr. Monkey is going to be feeding me tonight. Little Tapeworm is getting hungry again.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-72926272366379532102007-11-01T15:11:00.000-07:002007-11-01T15:20:35.121-07:00Confessions1. I am starting to get very interested in the idea of maternity pants. I have not gained any weight yet and I still fit in all my old pants, but I really just want to have a socially acceptable reason to wear elastic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">waistband</span> type pants. It just sounds so comfy right now.<br /><br />2. I really, really want a bag of Cheetos right now. This makes me worried that I am going to turn into Britney Spears and start eating Cheetos and Taco Bell while being stalked by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">papparratzi</span><br /><br />3. I don't know how to spell <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">paparazzi</span>.<br /><br />4. I got stuck in my shower yesterday. I'll spare you all the graphic details, but basically the width of my increasingly bodacious ta-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tas</span> has started to exceed the width of my very, very narrow shower opening.<br /><br />5. I didn't win the Halloween costume contest yesterday and I sort of think I got robbed. The prize was a $5 gift certificate, but still. I want it.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-10769338034694513542007-10-29T16:25:00.000-07:002007-10-29T16:27:44.316-07:00June 4, 2008We officially have an estimated arrival date for baby monkey. June 4th, 2008. Mr. Monkey and I got to see the little blob for the first time today--it has a head and a heartbeat and everything looks good so far.<br /><br />I got a little teary at the heartbeat. That was pretty cool.<br /><br />It all seems a bit more official now.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-56180868065060187182007-10-27T12:50:00.000-07:002007-10-27T12:56:04.298-07:00The top three loves of my life (current edition)1. Mr. Monkey<br /><br /><br /><br />2. Our couch. It waits so patiently for me all day while I'm at work and doesn't seem to mind that I fall asleep on it every night lately. Sweet, sweet orange couch.<br /><br /><br /><br />3. Tootsie rolls. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mmm</span>. Can't get enough of them today. I don't want the little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">midgee</span> size, no sir. I want a nice <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">substantial</span> chew until my teeth hurt size. Yum.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465548.post-236682396296063632007-10-25T16:18:00.000-07:002007-10-25T16:24:30.699-07:00Begging to failI'm teaching two classes this semester...one that lasts 16 weeks and one that ended last week after 8 weeks.<br /><br />The 16 week class is pretty good: bright, engaged, mostly on top of stuff.<br /><br />The 8 week class? Well, let's just say grading <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">their</span> finals was an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">exercise</span> in frustration. They bombed. No one got higher than a B and half that class flunked it out right. It was not that difficult an exam but it sure turned into a bloodbath.<br /><br />So, today I get an email from one of the 12 people who earned a big, shiny F in the class, wondering why he failed. I emailed him back that he failed because he missed 3 out of 8 classes, turned in 1 out 7 homework assignments and got a 20% on the final. He wasn't even close to a D.<br /><br />His response? "is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ther</span> any room to negotiate this thing?"<br /><br />Um, no. Nope. No. I am not a salesman. I do not negotiate.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hee</span>. I'm a mean teacher monkey.Mrs.Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021706447153019008noreply@blogger.com2