I'll be able to -- pay rent! Get car insurance! Go to the doctor! Maybe even buy some FREAKING NEW CLOTHES.

How exciting. It's been three years since you had a decent income, no? That's a lot of scraping.

The big difference is that, post-Lily, I can't just shrug and see it another day, so little fuck-ups feel bigger.

That's the consequential portion of parenting. You have less leeway. You have smaller windows of opportunity. When the baby sleeps will dictate when you can do things. (Not just their unconsciousness, but knowing when they're going to get cranky and meltdown.)

I wouldn't. Credibility. (Imperfectly restraining self from begging for Groove Thang mix while asking Hecubus: Parliament and Funkadelic? Same or different. Mom says different, I'm arguing for a connection...who's right? She finally said I should take it to you because "he knows that shit") So?

I have a little hook on the wall right inside my door, and hang my keys there RIGHT when I come in. This has become a habit -- I started doing it about 5 years ago, and now it's natural. Otherwise, I have NO FUCKING CLUE where my keys go.

JZ came up with the same solution for the same problem. Works for her too.

My mother's got like that since the Big M. Between my brain damage and her Menopause Brain, it can get funny around here, sometimes. She'd kill me if she knew I posted that!

(Imperfectly restraining self from begging for Groove Thang mix while asking Hecubus: Parliament and Funkadelic? Same or different. Mom says different, I'm arguing for a connection...who's right? She finally said I should take it to you because "he knows that shit") So?

Oops, I am remiss. The answer is that they are both George Clinton's groups, with much the same personnel, though not exactly so. Typically Funkadelic was the more experimental psychedelic and hard rock group starting in the late sixties. Parliament came into being as a way to get around some contract hassles he was having under the Funkadelic name. (It's also the name of his old doo woop group, The Parliaments.)

Anyway Parliament is more associated with the bigger funk era dance R&B hits. They are lumped together under the rubric P-Funk.

When George and band play live, they definitely do both Funkadelic and Parliament music.

I had chicken breast and yellow squash with a bit of butter and some Tabasco Chipotle sauce for lunch. I now need a chocolate milk shake.

Or other form of chocolate.

I've found them in the freezer, in a show, by the toilet.

At least you didn't find them *in* the toilet.

Have applied small dose of chocolate. May still make an effort to leave the house when I'm sure the munchkin's stomach is nice and settled (she's been a little spitty this morning, no doubt because I put her in a cute outfit).

Really, there's a reason this kidlet's in onesies 90% of the time. Several reasons, in fact. I think I just heard her let one loose now. (Okay, the sheer low comedy of a satisfied "Aah!" after a very loud noise from behind is enough to cheer a body.)

More money, good benefits, nice people, and work you'll enjoy? Sounds pretty great, LJ. Congratulations!

I have hooks by the door for my keys. It works for me, but DH is apparently incapable of hanging up his jeys the second he comes in the door and still leaves them lying around wherever - he has a tendency to explode in a puff of stuff (keys, change, receipts, lighters, socks) as he moves through our home (or wherever he is, honestly, he's impressed everyone who's had us over), strewing detritus in his wake. But at least when I find his keys, I can hang them on the hook.

(Okay, the sheer low comedy of a satisfied "Aah!" after a very loud noise from behind is enough to cheer a body.)

Emmett would get a look of intent concentration, turn purple in the face, there would be the sound "Splorch!" and then he'd be grinning his gummy grin.

OK, cool. Also explains a scene in "The Fortress of Solitude"(Which you should read, if you've not, it's very Hecly.) And I should not beg...I have my rep on the street to think of, after all. Spike's Bitches...Not Begging-Ass Bitches.