Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.

As you can tell from my previous post, My Past/My Present, I live in the land of guilt. I think that guilt was the biggest weapon used by my mother and grandmother as discipline. As a result, I always feel undeserving of the good things that come into my life and ( Read more... )

Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.

No, this isn’t the travel story yet. It is a travel story, though.

When I removed my knitting bag from my suitcase, I discovered that I had broken one of my favorite Lantern Moon knitting needles. I was pissed. They were my size 8 ebony needles that were actually black ( Read more... )

Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.

On the afternoon before I ventured to BabiesRUs with my friend K, she sent me an e-mail advising me to “put on my Mommy Hat” before we entered the store. Truth be told, I didn’t realize that I even had a Mommy Hat. Becoming a mom always felt like one of those pipe ( Read more... )

Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.


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Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.

I returned from Atlanta to find a giant box sitting in my foyer. The Orbit had arrived!!

Can I tell you that it is majorly cool?


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Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.

Today was a snow day for me. After that horrible travel day back from Kansas City yesterday, I was thrilled!!! Though I did have to work from home, the fact that I got to stay warm indoors wearing sweats instead of venturing outside to dig out my car was fine by me.

It’ ( Read more... )

Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.

This was a bad week. Most of it involved work, but unfortunately I’m not allowed to talk about that here. I’ll be reported to the powers-that-be in the Mothership. Sigh… Let’s just say that it’s hard when you keeping telling upper management something and they just ( Read more... )

Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.

I just lost my voice screaming during the Super Bowl game. It wasn’t the game that caused my hoarseness. It was, the man, the legend, my ultimate wet dream since I knew what a wet dream was: Prince.

I lurve me some Prince Rogers Nelson. And my love began long before ( Read more... )

Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.

Is there something in my genetic makeup that seems to direct me toward things that are just too freaking expensive? Do I have the diva gene? If so, is there a way to do some gene splicing to correct this malfunction in me?

This week, I see this DucDuc crib and fall in ( Read more... )

Yesterday I met with my lactation counselor. She was a nice lady who did well to try to comfort me in spite of the rising terror in my face when faced with that green monstrosity: the Ameda Elite Hospital Grade Breast Pump.

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