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With kid number three arriving in two short weeks, it's really not possible to put it off any longer: We're in the market for a minivan.

Who has recommendations? What year/make/model do you drive? What do you like/dislike about your minivan?   

Selling a Home: Hard Choices

Say you're trying to sell a home in another state. You've narrowed your realtor choices down to two individuals. Say one of them has a super-duper-awesome Web presence and a huge staff dedicated to his business and a marketing plan that's untouchable. He also has good ideas and gets what's marketable about your property - but his personality just seems a bit too aggressive or 'salesy' to you.

On the other hand, you have the realtor whose personality you clicked with right away. Who you felt was honest and down-to-earth, and not someone who would - even for a minute - try to blow smoke up your ass. She runs a family business and prefers to handle her clients completely on her own, from start to finish. She feels positive that she can sell your house but is more quick to point out its weaknesses.

Say they both have impressive days-on-the-market averages, they both have outstanding sales records and they've both suggested a listing price in the same range.

Who would you pick?

Who Said This?

Fine, I might say to you, sleep with the covers over your own feet. Mine are warm enough without your shame, without your pity. They've walked uncovered through the thickest of follies. What a petty mess you lay before me. I shall walk with smoke in my eye but unblinded by faith.

I don't know the answer and neither - it appears - does Google. I found it quoted in an old journal where it's loosely attributed to Jeromy, but it's not clear to me if he said it or if he's quoting someone else. Does it sound familiar to anyone else? I love it.

Not Another Silly Question

Have leather coats gone out of style? If the answer is yes, when did that happen?

Who's Pregnant?

There's been some speculation. Maybe because I haven't replaced the photo in the upper left. Maybe because I'm still exhausted and pretty much a tee-totaler. Maybe it's because I'm cranky and hormonal.

Regardless, I'm not pregnant. Are you pregnant? Answer yes or no in the comments.

We Don't Fight About the Toilet Seat

... but we disagree about the oven. So let me ask: Do you store things in your oven? If yes, what kinds of things?

What do you call your in-laws?

In conversation and in person, I refer to my in-laws by their first names, not as mom and dad. I do, however, refer to Jeromy's grandmother as grandma. I hadn't given this much thought until today when I was talking to a friend who kept referring to his girlfriend's mother as mom - and it bothered me.

Has it always bothered me? Or is only since becoming a mom that I think the endearments mom, dad, mother and father are quite nearly holy words? Do only the people who've actually raised you, cried for you, hugged and kissed and lost sleep over you for years deserve those monikers? Do you agree? disagree? What do you call your in-laws?

Another Girly Question

I loved the comments on the talking breast pump post. Who knew there were so many other crazy moms out there holding conversations with their breast pumps? I'm glad it's not just me. So - here's another question for the ladies. Sorry guys, you can refer back to Jeromy's list of Man Words instead of reading any further.

My mom and I were surprised to learn recently that we're in disagreement on this one: When you put on a clasp-in-the-back bra, do you:

  1. Place straps and cups in place, then fasten the clasp in the back.
  2. Fasten clasp in back first, then raise straps and cups into place.
  3. Fasten clasp in front, then spin clasp to the back and raise straps and cups into place.
  4. Other?

    Does Your Breast Pump Talk?

    I have a Medela Pump in Style, and I produce a ton of milk, so it's one busy suctioning machine. The whirring, pumping sound has a three-beat rhythm that often sounds to me like it's saying, "Here we go. Here we go. Here we go." But it depends on the day. Today, I think it's saying, "Ringo Starr. Ringo Starr. Ringo Starr." I don't know why.

    Your holiday fantasy

    Since writing the previous post, I've been wondering: What's your holiday fantasy this year? What romantic gift from your spouse or friend or lover would blow you off your feet?

    Keep the answers clean and within reason, please. No wishes for houses or boats or dream vacations ... unless that's really within your budget.

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    Worth a read

    • Alan Jones: Reimagining Christianity
      If - like many - you've been tempted to dismiss Christianity as a judgemental, patriarchal Western religion but - like me - have longed to see it as a mystical, metaphorical and compassionate process, this book is for you.
    • Amy Tan: The Hundred Secret Senses
      I've just finished my first Amy Tan novel, and so I'm wishing I had an eccentric sister with yin eyes and lost memories of a past life. But alas I'll have to settle for another magical story from Tan - which should I read next?
    • Helen Nearing, Scott Nearing: The Good Life
      I've been buying Jeromy books for the past 15 years, and he's never read a single one. Until now. I bought him this classic on self-sufficient living, and now he's devouring every book and magazine that he can find on the subject.
    • Matthew Van Fleet: Tails
      A Christmas gift from Aunt Susan and Uncle Beau, this book is Robey's current favorite. He just learned how to pull the tabs to make the tails wag.
    • John Irving: The Fourth Hand
      Pick a favorite John Irving book? I can't. Read them all. Laugh, snicker and fall in love with the characters, not despite of but FOR all their flaws and idiosyncracies.
    • Saul Bellow: Henderson the Rain King
      Is there any better way to overcome a mid-life crisis? If only we all had the resources and dumb luck of Henderson and the lyrical dexterity of Bellow.
    • Hunter S. Thompson: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
      Take a trip with Thompson into the swill and swine of Vegas. It still makes me laugh and gasp and hallucinate more than any other book I've ever read.
    • Oliver Sacks: The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat
      That one of my favorite authors of all time is a socially-awkward yet highly perceptive neurologist is a testament more to Sacks' ability to write plainly about complex subjects than it is a comment on my own attraction to the strangely bizarre. Or is it?
    • Rick Bragg: All Over But the Shoutin'
      Read this book and you will almost wish that you had grown up poor and fatherless in the deep South, if only to be a part Bragg's mother's clan --lively, hard-working and proud.
    • Betty Smith: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
      Read this book at least once a decade, and you'll root for Francie again and again, but for different reasons each time.