March 2008

The movie quote meme

by DaniGirl on March 31, 2008 · 36 comments

in Memes

Filched from Alison at Party of 3, the movie quote meme.

The rules:

* Pick 10 (or so) of your favorite movies.
* Find, remember, or look up a quote from each movie.
* Post them here for everyone to guess.
* Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
* NO googling or cheating by doing an online search. Cheaters never prosper.
* Share the fun and only guess one movie.


Edited to add: They’re all outed, but this was so much fun we’ll play again soon! I can’t believe it took less than 24 hours to get them all! Let me know if you do the meme so I can play along, too.

  1. You just got lesson number one: don’t think; it can only hurt the ball club. Kate guessed it! Bull Durham, best sports movie evah!
  2. You know, there’s a million fine looking women in the world, dude. But they don’t all bring you lasagna at work. Most of ’em just cheat on you. Natasha and Reluctant Housewife guessed it: Clerks. As Natasha notes, it’s Silent Bob’s only line in the whole movie.
  3. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End. Mad Hatter guessed it: Moulin Rouge! Although after calling one of my all-time fave movies “wretched” I may have to reassess my endless affection and admiration for her.
  4. It also left a man’s decapitated body lying on the floor next to his own severed head. The head, which of this time, has no name. Trixie guessed it: Highlander! We considered naming Lucas “Connor McLeod”, partly because McLeod is my granny’s maiden name and partly for the geeky insider’s joke!
  5. Bye-bye boys. Have fun storming the castle! Madeleine guessed it: The Princess Bride, of course.
  6. Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism’s in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, “I don’t believe in The Beatles, I just believe in me.” Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I’d still have to bum rides off people. Liz, Kerry, Renee and Anne guessed it: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. It was the first “boy drives to your house, picks you up and takes you to a movie, then takes you to a park to make out afterward” date I ever went on!
  7. Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I’m being repressed! Miche guessed it: Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Are there any movies more quotable than Monty Python? It was so hard to choose!
  8. It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing. Mama V guessed it: LOTR – Fellowship of the Ring.
  9. That ain’t no etch-a-sketch. This is one doodle that can’t be un-did, homeskillet. jo(e) guessed it: Juno! (Great movie!! I saw it when I was waiting for Lucas to arrive, one Tuesday morning all by myself in the theatre. It was actually my second attempt at seeing the movie; the first time, I lost my mucous plug in the cinema washroom between buying my popcorn and the start of the movie, and left the theatre in a fit of optimism in thinking the baby was on the way — about three weeks before he actually did arrive.)
  10. I can’t fire them. I hired these guys for three days a week and they just started showing up every day. That was four years ago. Chrissey, B&P, Suze and Rebecca guessed it: High Fidelity. The intersection of Nick Hornby and John Cusack — does it get any better than that?
  11. You wasted $150,000 on an education you coulda got for a buck fifty in late charges at the public library. Erin guessed it: Good Will Hunting.
  12. Naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle under one arm, and a two-foot salami under the other. The bartender says, I guess you won’t be needing a drink. Naked lady says…OH SHIT!!Liz and Anne guessed it: The Breakfast Club!
  13. I have no thought at all about my own reward, I really didn’t come here on my own accord. Just don’t say I’m damned for all time.NoMoEarth and Reluctant Housewife guessed it: Jesus Christ Superstar! Props for getting an obscure one! My mother used to listen to this soundtrack when she cleaned the house, and I had the whole thing memorized by the time I was ten years old.
  14. It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses. Nancy, Kerry and Karen guessed it: The Blues Brothers!
  15. All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not. kgirl guessed it: Fight Club. I don’t know why I love this movie so much, but I really do.

FWIW, all of these quotes are from movies I own or intend to acquire. Have fun!


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From my mouth to his ears

by DaniGirl on March 29, 2008 · 5 comments

in Ah, me boys, Baby days

You know those times when you hear your own words coming from your kids’ mouths, and how unsettling it is?

We’re in the van. Tristan is in the middle row with Lucas, and Simon is in the back row. Lucas is just waking up, and Tristan is leaning over to coo something at him.

Simon, his voice heavy with weariness and consternation, says, “Tristan, for goodness sake, will you please leave that poor baby alone?”

If it’s possible to die of being overly loved, Lucas is in trouble.


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Skim milk

by DaniGirl on March 27, 2008 · 28 comments

in Baby days, Lucas, Mothering without a licence

We’re sitting in the pediatrician’s waiting room, each admiring the others’ babies as they rest at our feet, each snuggled into their own baby bucket carrier. Hers is dressed in pink and is fleshy and plump and noticeably larger than Lucas.

“He’s beautiful,” she tells me, admiring Lucas. I beam, and return the compliment.

“It goes by so fast, doesn’t it?” I respond, thinking her baby is at least a few weeks older than Lucas. “When was she born?” I ask, expecting her to say some time around the end of December or early January.

“February 12,” she answers. “And how old is your little guy?”

“He was born February 8,” I say, trying not to sound defensive, even though I suddenly don’t feel like chatting with this woman.

“Oh, he’s so tiny! Was he a preemie?” she asks, unaware.

“No,” I answer rather abruptly. I consider elaborating, but can’t find the words to do so. I want to tell her that he was over 10 lbs, but is having trouble gaining weight, that he’s healthy and hearty in all other ways, but just doesn’t seem to be able to accrue the weight he is supposed to be gaining. I want to justify, to explain, to rationalize, but my words are stuck like lumps of undiluted formula in my throat; I’ve just for the first time realized that maybe Lucas’s weight gain issues are more serious than I have let myself believe. The difference in size between the two children is unmistakable, and I wonder how we’ve gone from “oh my god, what a big boy” to “oh, he’s so tiny!” How has this happened?

I haven’t blogged much about Lucas’s ongoing weight-gain struggles because like the infernal optimist that I am, I kept expecting things would be fine any day now. “Well,” I’d tell myself, “this has just been a really chaotic week and maybe I haven’t been nursing often enough. I’m sure it will be better next week.” Or, “I was sick and off my own food and drink, so of course my milk was thin.” Or, “He was spitting up an awful lot because I forgot to give him his medication one day, so of course he didn’t gain enough.” But as I controlled for one variable after another, week after week there has been one constant: Lucas simply isn’t gaining enough weight. He will be seven weeks old on Friday, and he has only gained a little more than 8 oz over his birth weight. He should have gained three or four pounds by now. It’s not as dire as it would have been if he wasn’t born a hefty 10 lbs, but I can no longer ignore the fact that the trend is clear week after week… my milk is simply not good enough this time around.

Time to face the reality: I need to supplement, and I need to supplement more. The 4 oz a day bottle isn’t cutting it. I have to crank it up to 6 oz twice a day, and I suspect that at those levels, it may have an effect on my milk supply. I want to nurse Lucas as long as I nursed Simon (to 16 months) or beyond, but I can no longer rely on my milk to provide the calories he needs to grow. I don’t know why the milk that four years ago was more than enough to sustain Simon is no longer good enough, but apparently my milk has a shelf life and beyond 38 years it begins to thin out. Or something like that. I’ll keep offering it to him as long as he keeps taking it, but I need to top him up nutritionally for now. I’m offering the bottles in addition to regular nursing as opposed to substituting, so hopefully that will help.

I don’t really know why my milk is thin. I don’t think it’s a supply issue… he’s satisfied at the end of a feed, and making plenty (and I mean PLENTY!) of wet diapers. He’s otherwise healthy and happy and generally content — except during the arsenic hours of 3 to 9 pm, which are still challenging but improving. (Best colic solution ever = running faucets. What we saved with the high-efficiency washer we’ve lost down the drain as running the tap in the kitchen is sometimes the only thing I can do to settle him!)

The reflux is still an occasional issue even with medication, but for the most part (80% of the time) it’s just normal baby spit-up amounts. I can feel the letdown and my breasts still leak even with regular feedings, so there is milk there — it’s just not fatty enough, I guess.

I’d like to rationalize and say I’ve done everything I possibly can to make exclusively nursing work, but that’s not quite true. I’ve done a lot, endured the bleeding and the nighttime alarm-setting and what seems like all-day feeding sessions and even a blocked milk duct, and we’ve worked through all of it. I could pump, I could try some sort of herbal supplement, I could pay for a few more hours with the lactation consultant. But I have two other boys and a busy house, and I’ve more or less dedicated the last month to trying to make this work and it still isn’t working out well enough. Next month we’ll be giving up our nanny, too, and there just isn’t enough of me for everyone as it is. There is always more I could do to nurse exclusively, but I think I may have reached the limits of what I’m willing to do. Now I have to make my peace with it.

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I wrote the first half of this post this morning, and have since been to see my darling midwives as well. Despite his paltry weight gain, Lucas has grown an impressive 7 cm (2 1/2 inches) in length, and his head circumference has increased by 3 cm since birth, so he’s obviously growing well. He is meeting all of his developmental milestones, including and especially the social ones — he flirted shamelessly with the midwives and anyone else with whom he made eye contact.

I’m still disappointed and frustrated with the lack of weight gain, but deeply reassured that he is otherwise well. And speaking of social, he is currently sitting patiently in his bouncy chair where he has awoken from a brief nap, waiting for me to stop with the tap-tap-tapping and get back to gazing lovingly into his eyes, something I seem to spend a large preponderance of my time (happily) doing these days.

Sorry, bloggy peeps. Much as I love all of you, you really can’t compete with him for my attention these days…


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A good pun is its own reword

by DaniGirl on March 26, 2008 · 5 comments

in Wordplay

I’m a sucker for a quirky guy with a guitar and bad hair, and bad puns. A friend sent me these and I couldn’t help but share. Not only are they punny, but they’re quite clever… I had to read a couple of them more than once to find the pun. Or maybe that’s just a comment on the state of my brain these days!

  • A man’s home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.
  • Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.
  • A man needs a mistress just to break the monogamy.
  • Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.
  • Sea captains don’t like crew cuts
  • Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.
  • In democracy your vote counts. In feudalism your count votes.
  • With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
  • He often broke into song because he couldn’t find the key.
  • Every calendar’s days are numbered.
  • A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.
  • A plateau is a high form of flattery
  • .

You’re welcome!


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About a million years ago – actually, it was 2004, which only seems like a million years ago – I developed a wicked crush on Canadian Idol contestant Jacob Hoggard. A crush that has endured, I might add, to this day. I don’t know which is more embarrassing: admitting to following any incarnation of Canadian/American Idol with any sort of regularity (let alone having a crush on a finalist), or admitting to a crush on someone young enough to be my (ick!) son. Could I be more of a geek?

In the intervening years, I’ve fallen out of my Idol habit. I’ve watched fewer and fewer episodes of each season, but Taylor Hicks is just no Jacob Hoggard, yanno? The most satisfying celebrity crushes of late have come from watching Ozzy scaling palm trees and listening to Desmond’s delicious Scottish accent. (I’m obviously a sucker for a Scottish accent, because Ewan McGregor, especially in Moulin Rouge, can fry my bacon any day.)

And then, a couple of weeks ago, I just happened to flip on American Idol for something to watch while I was nursing Lucas and I tuned in just in time to see David Cook’s kick-ass rendition of that old cheeseball standard from the 80s, Lionel Ritchie’s Hello. And I was just intrigued enough to tune in the next week to see if it was a one-off or if he really was that cool, and was again blown away by his cover of Eleanor Rigby.

He’s delicious. Think he needs a sugar mama?


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A vent about vents

by DaniGirl on March 20, 2008 · 26 comments

in Rants and rambles

Imagine the amount of laundry generated by your average family of five.

Imagine the amount of laundry generated by your average family of five, including two busy preschoolers.

Imagine the amount of laundry generated by your average family of five, including two busy preschoolers when enduring back-to-back stomach viruses.

Imagine the amount of laundry generated by your average family of five, including two busy preschoolers, when enduring back-to-back stomach viruses, when one of those family members is a newborn.

Imagine the amount of laundry generated by your average family of five, including two busy preschoolers, when enduring back-to-back stomach viruses, when one of those family members is a newborn, with diaper-leak issues.

Imagine the amount of laundry generated by your average family of five, including two busy preschoolers, when enduring back-to-back stomach viruses, when one of those family members is a newborn, with diaper-leak issues and spit-up issues due to reflux.

Imagine the amount of laundry generated by your average family of five, including two busy preschoolers, when enduring back-to-back stomach viruses, when one of those family members is a newborn, with diaper-leak issues and spit-up issues due to reflux, when the dryer starts taking two to four HOURS to dry a single load.

Imagine the amount of laundry generated by your average family of five, including two busy preschoolers, when enduring back-to-back stomach viruses, when one of those family members is a newborn, with diaper-leak issues and spit-up issues due to reflux, when the dryer starts taking two to four HOURS to dry a single load and suddenly the washer is leaving the clothes sopping wet.

I went out this week and blew almost two grand on a high-efficiency washer and dryer to replace the ancient ones (more than 15, perhaps as old as 25 years) that came with the house when we bought it. Hello and goodbye tax refund.

Imagine the amount of laundry generated by your average family of five, including two busy preschoolers, when enduring back-to-back stomach viruses, when one of those family members is a newborn, with diaper-leak issues and spit-up issues due to reflux, who have just purchased a new high efficiency washer and dryer — and the NEW dryer still takes three runs to dry the clothes.

Did you know neither the dryer repairman, nor the dryer installer, nor the dryer salesperson, nor the duct cleaning people, will come over and check your dryer vent? Did you know that they all claim they have no idea who will do such a thing, even though your new dryer manual says you should have it done once a year or so? Did you know that when talking to the dryer service people on the phone, after talking to all the above professionals and only shortly after your visit to the pediatrician finding out your six week old son is still not quite gaining enough weight so you’ll have to increase the daily amount of formula, if you burst into tears of utter frustration the service people are suddenly far more helpful? And did you know that you can actually run your dryer without it being hooked up to the outdoor vent hose at all (for a short time, at least)? But of course the service person can’t make it over until after the long weekend. And either the new dryer doesn’t work properly, or you just spent two grand on a new washer and dryer when the problem was with the vents all along.

It’s been a very long day.


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Lucas Sawyer’s birth story

18 March 2008 Lucas

It’s taken me more than a month to get this down and out onto the interwebs partly because of the hazy fog that is my brain in these early newborn days, partly because I haven’t yet figured out how to blog without using my arms (which are rarely free these days) but largely because whenever […]

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Not good enough

13 March 2008 Baby days

Sigh. Went for another weigh-in today, and Lucas only gained 70 grams, where the ped wanted to see him gain twice that. He’ll be five weeks old on Friday and is only two ounces above his birthweight at 10 lbs 3 oz.. I don’t think the problem is with my milk supply, but perhaps with […]

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Thursday Thirteen: Things I’d forgotten about newborns

13 March 2008 Baby days

I’ve seen the Thursday Thirteen meme around forever, and have been meaning to play along. This is another one of those posts I’ve been writing in my head for days and pecking out in stolen moments over the last week or so. Thirteen things I’d forgotten about newborns: How you start hearing phantom cries in […]

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Oh no, not another post about pants

12 March 2008 It IS all about me

Oh happy day. Today is a day to celebrate, my bloggy peeps. A mere yay day is not going to do it this time. Today, we dance on table tops, buy drinks for strangers, and beam beautific smiles that will make the neighbours wonder what we’re up to. It’s a glorious day, my friends. Mark […]

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