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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v4.1.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Mon, 12 May 2008 12:57:51 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/"><rss:title>Momish</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/</rss:link><rss:description></rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2008-05-12T12:57:51Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v4.1.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/4/30/keep-on-moving.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/4/21/i-am-officially-a-member.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/3/13/i-was-born-a-drama-queens-daughter.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/23/the-saturday-post.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/13/mind-over-matter.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/8/random-round-up.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/1/counting-my-blessings.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/1/17/please-let-me-explain.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2007/12/21/happy-holidays-to-you.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2007/12/13/making-a-list-checking-it-twice.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/4/30/keep-on-moving.html"><rss:title>Keep On Moving</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/4/30/keep-on-moving.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-04-30T12:22:12Z</dc:date><dc:subject>The Kid</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[My daughter loves to sing. She is always singing something.  Most of the time, it is the usual fare like &#8220;Itsy Bitsy Spider&#8221; or &#8220;Wheels on the Bus&#8221;, etc.  But now and again she will sing her own tune, one that she makes up as she goes along.  She tends to sing about her immediate surroundings or what she is doing right then and there.  And truth be told, they aren&#8217;t exactly compelling ditties.

For example, she will sway in place and sing, &#8220;I see the kitty on the couch.  Daddy is downstairs.  Mommy has to dye her haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair!&#8221;
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/4/21/i-am-officially-a-member.html"><rss:title>I Am Officially A Member</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/4/21/i-am-officially-a-member.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-04-21T18:30:21Z</dc:date><dc:subject>The Kid</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[I am now a full fledged member of the &#8220;Parents of a kid&#8221; club.  We went to Chuck E Cheese yesterday.  For some reason, even with nieces and friends with kids, I have managed to avoid this place completely until yesterday.  But with a sick husband and scattered rain showers, I finally broke down.  I really had few alternatives, believe me.  I had to get the child out of the house and into a self-engaging environment before I went completely nuts.

Now people have warned me about this place.  They told me to take Advil before going (I forgot).  They told me to eat before I go (I forgot).  They basically had me scared shit of ever going there.  And really, in truth, I have to say it wasn&#8217;t that bad.  Perhaps I am not a good judge, considering it was my salvation and last hope for sanity yesterday.  Or, maybe it was just seeing my little girl&#8217;s smile stretched from ear to ear.
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/3/13/i-was-born-a-drama-queens-daughter.html"><rss:title>I Was Born A Drama Queen's Daughter</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/3/13/i-was-born-a-drama-queens-daughter.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-03-13T01:31:11Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Fun with Neurotics</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[During one of my psychology classes in college, we studied the cycle of abuse.  It was very distressing and depressing. However, I the one thing I remember the most was reading one paragraph that went on and on about how children are especially vulnerable to verbal abuse.  They stressed how unkind words, degrading speech or threats of any kind caused severe scars and emotional trauma for life.

I just remember being in a total state of shock.  Obviously, the person who wrote this text was not Italian.  According to the author&#8217;s assessment, I should either be a complete basket case or a homicidal maniac, because I grew up with threats of great bodily harm on a daily basis.

&#8220;Get in this house right now or I will break both your legs!&#8221;
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/23/the-saturday-post.html"><rss:title>The Saturday Post</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/23/the-saturday-post.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-02-23T15:23:03Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Yadda, Yadda, Yadda</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[Philadelphia, PA - We are all aware of the pressures teenagers and young women face daily, as they struggle to live up to the images of perfections they are bombarded with in fashion magazines. But those impossible goals are not limited to the young.  Older women are increasingly being subjected to ideals that defy the natural course of aging.  This seems especially true of older moms, thanks in part by the slangy term MILF, which in recent years has become the staple benchmark that determines whether a mom is &#8220;hot or not&#8221;.  But luckily, just when you think it can&#8217;t get any worse, we are seeing a new fashion trend emerge that represents a more realistic and healthy attitude towards aging and beauty.
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/13/mind-over-matter.html"><rss:title>Mind Over Matter</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/13/mind-over-matter.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-02-13T17:33:19Z</dc:date><dc:subject>The Examined Life</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I never use to get sick.&nbsp; When people would ask me how I managed to avoid the cold going around the office, I always use to tell them it was mind over matter.&nbsp; A healthy mind produced a healthy body.&nbsp; I believe that.</p><p>Well, I seem to be sick an awful lot anymore.</p><p>In my last post, I hinted at how I was going to make myself happier and healthier this year.&nbsp; And no, I am not referring to giving up potato chips for lent, but the part where I joked about saving the world, albeit one step at a time.&nbsp; I plan on joining a group or volunteering my time to a worthy cause.&nbsp; Because I have discovered that this makes me a happier person.&nbsp; </p><p>I use to volunteer my time and energy a lot before I &#8220;settled down&#8221;.&nbsp; I use to work in the mental health field.&nbsp; I use to be committed. </p><p>And I never got sick.</p><p>But somewhere between the house, the kids, the job and full time life, I lost that part of me.&nbsp; And I need to get it back.&nbsp; Although I enjoy my job, it is in the wee hours, while lying in bed at night where I start to feel the void.&nbsp; What did I accomplish today?&nbsp; Yeah, I figured that thing out, I solved that problem, I helped those people.&nbsp; But all those actions only amount to earning my paycheck, <em>by making other people more money</em>. </p><p>I want to lie in bed and rattle off at least one accomplishment which did not benefit me or make someone else wealthier,&nbsp;and I want to do it without a stuffy nose!&nbsp; </p><p>{What are your plans for a healthier new year?&nbsp; Share&nbsp;them over at <a href="http://www.blogher.com/node/32986" target="_blank">Blogher</a> and you might win a trip to BlogHer &#8216;08!}</p>
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/8/random-round-up.html"><rss:title>Random Round Up</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/8/random-round-up.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-02-08T13:41:25Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Yadda, Yadda, Yadda</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[This is me trying to shove as much as possible into one post during a work break:

Well first off, I have to tell you about Piper&#8217;s latest accomplishment.  Poo on the potty.  Imagine my surprise when my daughter casually tells me she has to go to the potty and then proceeds to completely go. I mean the whole nine yards. Needless to say, there has been much praise and excitement going at chez Momish.

All in all, I have to say that those day care folks are doing a great job at potty training my child!

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]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/1/counting-my-blessings.html"><rss:title>Counting My Blessings</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/2/1/counting-my-blessings.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-02-01T17:00:57Z</dc:date><dc:subject>The Kid</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[My child can&#8217;t count.  I didn&#8217;t worry about this much when she was two.  But now she is two and a half, yet she still can&#8217;t count.  She proudly goes, &#8220;One, two, seven, nine, ten!&#8221;

This is actually an improvement though.  Before, she used to throw letters in with the numbers, &#8220;One, two, four, g, p, x - GO!&#8221;  At least now she recognizes the difference.

At times it gives me pause to worry, especially when all the other two year olds are counting as high as fifteen, sometimes twenty.  But most often, I try not to get too worked up.  All in due time.  After all, she is still just a babe.  I also remind myself that I have managed to fare well in life, even though I am a complete math moron.
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/1/17/please-let-me-explain.html"><rss:title>Please Let Me Explain</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2008/1/17/please-let-me-explain.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-01-17T01:13:38Z</dc:date><dc:subject>The Examined Life</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[Hello.

Consider this an apology more than anything else.

I know I have been MIA in the past months (has it been that long?).  Please let me explain.

It goes something like this&#8230;  remember that baby I had? The one that was just starting to bloom, exploring language, figuring out life?  Well, she&#8217;s all grown up it seems.  Yep, I now have a little girl and the baby is all gone.  It seems like over night that Piper went from a toddler content with examining her socks for hours on end and going to bed at 7:30, to this&#8230; this&#8230; amazing little girl who soaks up life at every second and responds to me as a complete person.
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2007/12/21/happy-holidays-to-you.html"><rss:title>Happy Holidays To You</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2007/12/21/happy-holidays-to-you.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2007-12-21T16:44:36Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Yadda, Yadda, Yadda</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[Happy Holidays Everyone!!!

I know I have been slacking lately on getting around to everyone&#8217;s blogs, not to mention keeping up with my own blog!  But, I didn&#8217;t want to miss the opportunity to wish everyone a joyous holiday and wonderful New Year (just in case, but I hope to post again before then!)

I have been super busy at work, then my free time has been spent visiting, shopping, trimming the tree and all that fun holiday stuff.  I had to give a training presentation yesterday at work.  Since I have a phobia of public speaking, this has been weighing heavily on my mind for over a week.  I have been wrecked with anxiety over it, barely able to sleep, barely able to eat, nasty to people, completely distracted&#8230; the works.  I don&#8217;t know about any of you, but I simply hate being the center of attention and the idea of standing in front of a room and talking rocks me to the core.
]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2007/12/13/making-a-list-checking-it-twice.html"><rss:title>Making a List, Checking it Twice</rss:title><rss:link>http://momish.squarespace.com/blog/2007/12/13/making-a-list-checking-it-twice.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Momish</dc:creator><dc:date>2007-12-13T17:00:10Z</dc:date><dc:subject>Fun with Neurotics</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OK, please tell me I am not the only one that is two shakes from a breakdown.&nbsp; It seems like the older I get, the more manic I get around this time of year.&nbsp; When you are an unorganized person like myself,&nbsp;this whole Christmas countdown&nbsp;is a nightmare. I keep making list after list after list, as if that will somehow help me get all this&nbsp;shit done faster, as if by writing it down and checking it twice will&nbsp;cause a Christmas miracle.&nbsp; </p><p>And yet somehow I managed to get the Christmas cards ordered.&nbsp;Not signed and sent out, mind you - just ordered.&nbsp;Still, I am in shock that I actually did that much, unlike last year where I spaced too long and missed the boat entirely.&nbsp; Because monumental tasks like these take time, with multiple steps involved.&nbsp; Multiple steps for one accomplishment is an unorganized person&#8217;s greatest nightmare. When sending out&nbsp;photo Christmas cards, the first step is to actually take&nbsp;the photo. </p><p>Stop right there.</p><p>You might be thinking this is the easy part.&nbsp;You are sooooo wrong. Try taking a decent photo of the Tasmanian devil on a sugar high. It is nearly impossible.&nbsp;On Thanksgiving I took roughly 75 shots of her in the adorable outfit I bought.&nbsp; None came out.&nbsp; In every shot, she is making a strange face, looking down, blurry, etc.</p><p>I gave up on the Thanksgiving shot.&nbsp; And the weeks ticked by.&nbsp; Suddenly, I am down to one&nbsp;weekend to get it done (because something like this, with multiple steps, takes me an entire weekend)&nbsp;lest the cards would not arrive in time to send them out.</p><p>With the help of my step daughters doing a show stopping rendition of&nbsp;<em>Jingle Bells</em> to enthrall her and keep her still, we managed to get a few shots (out of&nbsp;another 75 frames)&nbsp;that just might&nbsp;work for a card.&nbsp; </p><p>Please let me remind you that getting the photo was just the first step.&nbsp; Now I have to go online and put together the card, figure out&nbsp;all the cropping, red-eye and credit card, shipping address, blah blah&nbsp;crap.&nbsp; After much trial and error, I finally ordered the cards.&nbsp; Here is the final rendition:</p><p><span class="full-image-float-left"><img style="width: 235px; height: 329px" alt="xmascard.jpg" src="http://momish.squarespace.com/storage/xmascard.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1197568001497" /></span></p><p>Please note that the special outfit I bought for her is completely unseen.&nbsp; Why? Because the only photo out of 75 where she was smiling and in focus, she was also kicking her leg in the air.&nbsp; So&nbsp;I had to crop out the bottom of her shoe, which took up roughly 80% of photo.&nbsp; Plus I am a perfectionist to boot. Can&#8217;t have the wall showing, must be centered, has to be&nbsp;a tad sharper&#8230; I edited that photo at least 15 times. So much for the outfit.</p><p>But here&#8217;s the best part.&nbsp; I was so hell bent on getting a decent photo of her for the past three weeks, that I had complete tunnel vision.&nbsp; Due to the holidays and Thanksgiving, we haven&#8217;t seen my youngest step daughter for over a month.&nbsp; So, even though I had all three kids together and available&nbsp;this past weekend, it completely didn&#8217;t register.&nbsp; While all four of us were singing and dancing and clicking and positioning to get a good picture of Piper, we could have gotten a picture of all the kids together for the card.</p><p>So my husband says, &#8220;No worries. We will have them all again this weekend.&nbsp; We&#8217;ll just do it over.&#8221;</p><p>Shoot me now.</p>
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