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okay, i finally posted the birthday pics. see september 18th if you are interested.

that's about it. i am trying to recover from my day with this strange baby who turned on me. it was exhausting. actually, she is exhausted because she no longer naps more than ONE hour a day. poor little baby doesn't know what to do with herself. and neither do i.

i love the office. it is insane. i told you i'm an addict.

how i met your new extreme wife

i am officially a tv addict. i suppose i knew this already so its just official to you. anyway, its at low points like this when it hits home. i am sitting here watching wife swap because i like how i met your mother at 8:30. the more troubling part is that i am riveted. one of these mothers is a pageant mother and the other is a health food non-make-up wearing artist.

in case you don't know the premise of the horrible show that i might love, the mothers switch houses and live by the original mother's rules for one week and then the new mother gets to institute her rules. its insane. i am sure that they always pick extremes. i am also sure that every week the mothers and families learn valuable lessons about how their extreme lifestyle can use a little of the opposing family's extremes.

so, week one, over. switch it up and now little haley can't do pageants, brush her hair or watch tv and little lucy gets a big screen tv in her room and has to do a pageant for a little "healthy competition" - ever hear of sports? crying ensues. except when the big screen tv comes.

its insane. it makes me feel like i might not be a bad parent after all.

i thought i was done but i just cut over during a commercial to see little lucy in the pageant. she really liked it and it made me sad. oh, maybe pageants aren't evil after all.

let's not get crazy.

sono stanca

so i know i mentioned that bridget and the breast were through as of this past monday, but i need to mention the fact that i am still in PAIN! it is insane. the right, shall we say, side is rock hard and noticeably larger than the left. there is no end in sight and we're talking 3 days already. i almost broke down and bought a head of cabbage. this is what helps apparently. cabbage leaves over the breasteses. if its no better tomorrow, believe me, we'll be having cabbage soup for dinner all next week.

tomorrow morning bridget is getting her flu shot. i am very nervous about this whole thing. i had a flu shot once and felt horrible for days and now i am subjecting her to this. after the shot, we are going to help my sister register though. i am very excited for it. i love baby stuff. its very sad but i could go crazy in babies r'us.

i am tired. this is why i have been too lazy to get the birthday shots up and running. my child refuses to nap for me. aah!

the irish invasion

michael just reminded me of the strangest thing that happened last night. we were in the throes of bed/dinner time. oddly enough, i was handling dinner and michael was handling bed for bridget. neither scenario was going well since we weren't in our areas of expertise. bridget was screaming bloody murder one sentence into "the going to bed book" (because she has become way too attached to me at bedtime) and the rice was boiling over on the stove. and then there was a knock on the door. i think that this is maybe the 6th knock on the door ever. so i open it half-expecting to be attacked (yes, these are the thoughts that run through my paranoid brain) by a north end heroin addict, only to be greeted by an older couple from ireland. not elderly, just older and they are looking for margaret. my mother? now i'm even more afraid than i was of the attack. my mother will be thrilled when she hears about the screaming baby and seemingly out-of-control pot on the stove and my usual cooking mess in the general kitchen area. despite all this, i do the proper irish thing and offer them tea. which i have - phew! they say no - phew! then i ask them if they've eaten dinner. they have. what about coffee and dessert? can i take you out for coffee and dessert? key word - OUT? no, they are all set. they just wanted to come by and say hello. they are the best friends of my mother's cousin. they were very nice but i can't imagine what they were thinking. they were in the hallway - too scared to come in - for 5 minutes tops. oy! isn't that strange?

so anyway, despite the early game time for the sox today, it was a total waste of time. i'm just happy i didn't dress bridget in her little dress for the massacre.

go sox

ok, so i am a bad blogger. i was once pretty reliable but no mas. i haven't even logged in to see comments on my old ones. and there were questions! PK - i think that the costco pampers cost around $25. bittersweet - i don't know about that snapple lady. they must like her. i actually am more addicted to the regular people one on tuesdays but of course, i'll get sucked into either!

i finally have birthday pics though. woo hoo. i will write up a bridget birthday blog tomorrow so you can look back to 9/18 for messy cake face shots.

i don't have much to say today. oh yeah, it was the last nursing for bridget. i almost forgot to mention the end of an era. it was a little sad. also, i am a post-partem risk once again. that's what the book says. i told michael to keep an eye on me. you can never be too sure.

red sox / white sox tomorrow. 4 PM. i love early games, they seem like less of a waste of time.









bridget is ready to kick some ass.
(this outfit was one - of two - red sox outfits that she got for her birthday. we're crazy but not fever pitch crazy)

so the yankees are up in arms that they have to travel to california to play the angels. they are whining that the angels won because the rangers took out all their stars. a-rod specifically cited a "code of honor" that the rangers broke. umm alex, is that the same code that was broken when you bitch-slapped bronson arroyo's arm last year knocking the ball out of his glove while trying to make it to first base without your purse being stolen?