super mom

Miss Rose and B and I went out for breakfast this morning.

It was late, so the lunch crowd was in full-force and it took quite awhile before our food was served. While we were waiting, Rosey had two packets of crackers, a large apple juice, a tea biscuit, and a glass of water.

When her pancake came she wasn't very enthusiastic about diving in. Then she spotted the maple syrup, and everything changed. She puddled syrup over everything in a three foot radius and shoveled it on in.

B and I were discussing refrigerators (we're in the market for one) when there was a chokey noise and then....Rosey threw up.

She's always had a stupendous gag reflex. Too much food, too much to drink with her food, stringy/long things like celery or noodles, chewy stuff like meat - all of these make Rosey erp. The only food we've been able to identify that makes her sick is yogurt, and we're not sure if that's the yogurt itself or aspartame.

I cupped my hands in front of her face and let her throw up in them. I didn't realize I was even doing it until B turned a pearly shade of yellow-green.

When she was through, she and I went to the bathroom to sanitize her face/my hands. She skipped back to the table where B sat, palely sipping his coffee. His plate was gone, as was hers, but my toast and sausage was still there. I dug in. R prattled about coloring as I finished my food, then we paid and left.

Halfway home B looked at me. 'You just...caught that in your hands.'

I nodded. Yep.

There was a silence.

Does that make me Supermom?

He coughed. 'Actually, most people would call that insane.'

What do you think?

'I think you're super insane.'

Well, I did marry him......Thanks, baby. Wanna hold hands? I scrubbed really good....

my life would be better if I cooked more, apparently

My Fortune Cookie told me: You may become more amusing by trimming the edges off your teaspoons. Get a cookie from Miss Fortune

Oh, good lord. I knew that.

a blog was born

I sat down and tentatively worked my way through the start-up area, half-listening for the baby to turn over and start whimpering for her midnight bottle. I'd never been deep in the bowels of Blogger (how's that for an image?) before, and wasn't really paying enough attention, (which is how my address ended up being not daysgoby, but jessalogic.blogspot.com, something I puzzled over for quite awhile before giving up on changing) so I made a few mistakes and had to take it slow.

Once that part was done, I was faced with....a blank page.

Okay. Time to shine. That's why you're doing this, right? Because you like writing, like what you've read so far, and want to add you voice into the mix?

Boy, that page was blank. And big. And starkly white.

Where to begin? Tell your story, Jess. Start with -

What?

-What the name of the blog means.


Okay. I can do that.



Thanks to all of you for being here the past three years.

gardening in my mind

I have the perfect place for a little garden plotted out.
Our house faces south-east, so this little patch would get the lovely morning light and have dappled-shade by the time the hottest part of the day came.

I'd like to put stones around it - larger stones worn smooth and round, so perhaps some from the banks of the river or a nearby lake. I'd like to be picky with the soil, raking and fussing and making it smooth for the seeds and cuttings I'd put in.

And, oh, the things I'd put in!

I have spots for:
sweet basil
chives
mint
peppergrass
lavender - masses of lavender
rosemary
summer savory
parsley

and I have to have a snarl of snapdragons. And a back row of daisies.

And perhaps in just a few places, peeping their friendly faces up, some johnny jump-ups. To remind me of other gardens in faraway places.

I've tried a vegetable garden before, and got nowhere. The deer were oh-so-fat and happy, though. So I think this year I'll try an herb garden, small and sweet, outlined by stones carried from the edges of the rushing water. I can almost see it....


In other news, it snowed today.

little girl lost

I live in a very small town. Everyone knows everyone (or at least one or more of your people) and there's this whole feeling of safety, of community. When I was a new mom, I'd be walking Cass in the stroller and people would call me over to their yards so they could exclaim over how cute he was and tell me stories about what B and his brother and sisters were like when they were young. This area is awash in tradition and timelessness. People look out for each other.

Which makes it really hard when something like this happens.

At around 5 pm on Sunday, January 27th, a twelve-year old girl vanished from the next (larger) town over.

Karissa Paige Boudreau was squabbling with her mother as they drove to Sobey's (grocery store) near the mall and parked. Her mother left her in the car and ran in to get a few things. When she returned, Karissa was gone. The police have been searching for her for ten days now, and say they're coming up empty despite ground and air (helicopter) searches. Divers have been combing the river by the mall yesterday and today and do not think she's in the water.

The police have found no evidence of foul play.

She was wearing a black top, vest, jeans, and pink crocs. And we've had three snowstorms since then.

I know some of you are in Canada - a few of you are even in the Maritimes. But with Maine and the States so close, it makes sense to send this out all over. Please keep an eye out for this beautiful twelve year old girl.




Her family, understandably, just wants her home. Please call your local police department or Sgt. John Collyer at the Bridgewater Police Station at (902)543-2464 if you think you may have seen Karissa.

we are all rock stars

(Woot! Eighties flashback!)

notes on super tuesday

(this will be updated throughout the day) - and turned out hugely snippy, too

* WHY, in the name of all that's holy, is California using paper ballots? Did NO ONE learn from the Florida fiasco? (and, while I'm being snarky - what a coincidink that was - the state where GB's brother is governor had the problem with the mysterious hanging chad votes?)

*I have a new entry for the nuculur drinking game. Watch The View, and every time Elizabeth Hasselbeck goes out of her way to bring up the point that she's not a Democrat, drink!

* CNN, honey. WHY are we watching a man eat candidate head cookies?

* Is it truly possible for ANYONE to win this early? And if not, then why is it called Super Tuesday?

* John McCain and Hilary Clinton both appear to be waxworks of themselves. At least they have that in common.

*One of the commenters on CNN said something clever about Obama and now he's repeating it every.fifteen.minutes. He's all proud of himself that he had something to add to the conversation...I think the other panelists want to pinch him.

*I can't believe I missed all those spoofs of campaign ads!

*I'm beginning to wonder if MSNBC doesn't have cameras in voting booths and a back room filled with teeny tv sets. They're certainly ready to 'project a winner' early!

*Must. Stop. Watching. the Silverman video. 'I'm F*cking Matt Damon' I think I'm going to pee myself if I don't. Plus, now the song...is stuck in my head. And B doesn't think it's as funny as I do, strangely. link
(appropriate for work, I suppose, since they bleep the word. But-funny.)

*So does this mean Mitt Romney and Hucklebee slink away now? Like thieves in the night?

to the rest of us he's unmannered and foolish

He adores her and will happily swoop and wrestle and chase and snort and thunder around as she shrieks after him. I've even caught him with doll hats perched on his head - once with a sweet set of pompoms tucking his ears up. And he seems to be happy with the Doodlebops, too.

But - I think he likes it best when they settle in to the big old recliner and one or both fall asleep.

making my day

"Holy crap! Blackbird gave me an award!"

I greeted B at the door with that other night. He doesn't understand about the blog world, how I've met so many people that make me laugh and think and nod and cry and show me things I've never thought about. I was chattering about someone the other day and he said, puzzled, "Now, is this somebody you can borrow a cup of sugar from, or a maybe-you'll-meet-her-if-she-ever-gets-to-Canada virtual person?" I think B classifies y'all as my 'imaginary weirdo internet friends,' (stole that one from Julia) while I think of you as friends I just haven't actually had coffee with yet.

It wasn't until after supper that I realized that Calvin had given me that award as well.


I am honored and grateful and so glad I make you smile. I have read you both for a long time, and my morning wouldn't be complete without checking in on the two of you with my coffee. Thank you so much!

Now, to pass the goodness on!

The rules say: "give the award to 10 people whose blogs bring you happiness and inspiration and make you feel happy about blogland. Let them know by posting a comment on their blog so they can pass it on. Beware you may get the award several times."

I love Apathy Lounge. I get a thrill every time I see she's posted. Ms. Beaverhausen will either have written something socially relevant or a funny post about her life and family. She has a great writing style - check her out, you won't be disappointed!

Jenny at The Bloggess cracks me up. Every day. If she's not writing about her half-paralyzed shaved cat Bubba (I'm not kidding) she's recounting bizarre conversations she's had with her husband Victor, showing crazy pictures of her toddler at maximum cuteness overload or scheduling another big margarita party for bloggers in Texas.

If I Were Queen Of The World is one of my newest reads, and I've been amazed with not only her political views (nuculur. Everybody drink!) but her wit and style too.

Kitty Cafe is one of those sites where you sigh and stare and get inspired to create.

Lemon Life is a funny, sexy, fashionable place, populated with neat people. Oh, and you've got to see her dog! Sarah distills a busy life into sips of sweetness.

Marymuses is good people. She makes me smile. Look for the Lucy Snowe post.

Pea Soup. Ever look at someone's life and think you want it, even for just a little while? Suse cultivates beauty all around her and makes amazing objects, with help from her fabulous boys.

Posie Gets Cozy is an absorbing read into the world where handcrafted is king. Alicia will show you all her new projects, and (even for the decidedly not-crafty among us) make you want to try....

Stomper Girl tells a good tale. She's a tap-dancer by trade and has good stories of living far away. Her love and pride in her boys shines through every post.

Sweet| Salty is an amazing, heartwrenching, stupendous blog. Kate tells the story of how she and her husband and her two boys are learning to live with the shadow of tragedy behind them - her words sweep me away, give me lumps in my throat and make me see the light in different ways.


There are so many more. I find new ones every day. Please visit these fine folks and see why I think they deserve this award. They do make my day!

daytime tv leaves me cold

Little secret: I don't like Oprah.

I usually don't appreciate her show, generally don't agree with her taste in books and still am not sure that large bunches of people won't wake up after Super Tuesday and wonder if they voted for Obama because they wanted to, or if they got caught up in a Winfrey-frenzy.

That said, I don't think she's evil.

But I don't think she's a genius, either.

Lunch hour today I found an old Woman's World magazine. (You'd be amazed at how old the magazines can be in the X-ray department of a rural hospital) In it was an article about 'plugging into your inner genius' and featured an arresting first line about 'Do you want to be a mastermind like Einstein, da Vinci, or Oprah? Follow these simple strategies below!'

I goggled. I had to be reading that wrong, right?

I wasn't.

Oprah Winfrey has an interesting story. She's a self-created multi-media extravaganza, all wrapped up with a bow. She's done good things for the environment and gotten people to read, etc, etc, etc.

But genius?

barrett's privateers

A few years ago I went on this great graveyard tour with my sister-in-law during the local festival. We were lead through the graveyard of the first settlers here by people in period dress, with stories and re-enactments. At the end of the tour, all the ghosts and players lined up and sang Barrett's Privateers. I'd heard sea shanties before, but not one so local - and when I turned to mention this to M, she was singing along lustily. As was the rest of the crowd. I think they learn it in school here.

This can be sung either slow and dirge-like or fast and sprightly (usually as a drinking and dancing song) - see how excited the audience is to hear it?

And it's like that every time this song is played! I'm a little surprised I wasn't required to learn it before they'd let me over the Nova Scotian border...