tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171633472024-03-07T01:12:28.106-05:00Her GraceNot So Effortless Charm and BeautyHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-37289218534644322212007-06-07T16:06:00.000-04:002007-06-07T16:10:00.632-04:00The Last PostHer Grace, at this URL is officially closing up shop as of today. Wait! Don't cry! Oh. You weren't crying? I must have misunderstood. You just looked kind of disappointed. You weren't? I could have sworn I saw "crestfallen" cross over your face. No?Oh.Anyway, I have a brand new blog and it's bitchin' so if you want to come check it out, drop me an email at hergrace01 (at) yahoo (dot) com Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-82218816217183831572007-06-07T09:14:00.001-04:002007-06-07T10:27:43.108-04:00Her Own Worst EnemyYesterday, we came home from the park and discovered that JoJo had eaten an entire bag of chocolates. Not only did she eat the chocolates, she ate the foil that they were wrapped in to make them look like teeny little baseballs. This morning, over breakfast, I expressed concern that not only did she eat an awful lot of chocolate, she ate quite a bit of tinfoil as well.M helpfully pointed out Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-23919646438112376272007-06-06T08:40:00.001-04:002007-06-06T08:48:10.864-04:00Success Does Not Seem Likely -- Today At Least"Today, Party Girl, you're going to learn how to use the potty."(a very disappointed sounding) "OooooOOOO.""What's wrong? Don't you like the potty?""No. I donna yike da potty.""Really? I like the potty. Potties are for big girls. You're a big girl!""I notta big girl. I fine.""Hmmm. I see. I think we should try the potty today.""I not like the potty. I like DINOSAURS.""Fair enough."Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-81395037696018110542007-06-04T17:05:00.000-04:002007-06-04T17:10:08.130-04:00Ch-ch-ch-changesSitemeter tells me that I've got readers! I want to tell all 5 of you that, though Her Grace currently looks a terrible mess, that I've got a few things cooking. Stay tuned for a new look, a new URL, and a few other things I've got brewing. So stay tuned!Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-42812066787096723032007-06-02T17:20:00.000-04:002007-06-02T17:21:59.885-04:00Garage Sale Saturday"Duuuuuude.""Yes?""I could so totally eat you.""I dare you to try. You don't know what these wheels can do.""Ok, ok, simmer down little dude. So what'd they pay for you?""A lousy dime, you?""A ten-spot dude. Not too shabby, eh? So, like, what do you do?""What do I do?""Yeah, like, do you talk like a rabbit...""Rabbits don't talk.""TOTALLY CORRECT! Dude! I mean, do you go into hunt mode or Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-18101744110477214782007-06-01T18:04:00.000-04:002007-06-01T18:13:07.234-04:00Should I Stay or Should I Go?Her Grace has been sitting in limbo for months now. I planned on cleaning up the archives and deleting it, but I keep coming back to it to write a post. Often, I leave it up over night, then delete it the next morning. I just can't commit to blogging again, but yet here I am writing yet another wishy-washy post. I'm waffling. I'm a waffler. I'm a waffling blogger. A woggler? A blaffler?SoHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1162965053954920812006-11-08T00:42:00.001-05:002006-11-15T19:33:34.630-05:00Close, But No CigarAll night long, I've had "Close, but no tomato" stuck in my head. Don't ask me why. And don't ask me why 50.49% of my community can't see past their stubborn opinions to invest in our city's future.In any case, we lost. Right now by about 168 votes, but that'll change overnight, as there are a few precincts left to report. It'll get worse, not better, though. I finally convinced M, who has Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1162657942370119802006-11-04T10:55:00.000-05:002006-11-15T19:33:34.361-05:00DreamsI have this recurring dream. Most of my recurring dreams are kind of fun: secret rooms in houses, flying effortlessly or being able to breathe underwater. But this one is disturbing; I dream about fishtanks. Not your lovely, well tended, brightly colored, salt water versions, but fish tanks that I was responsible for and forgot about, for years. I'll find them (last night it was in the "fort" I Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1162487002684993002006-11-02T12:01:00.000-05:002006-11-15T19:33:34.197-05:00The Day After the Day After HalloweenHer: Candy! Candy COHN!Me: No.Her: Candy! Suckah! Suckah COHN!Me: No.Her (sitting on floor, head thrown back, screeching at the sky): CANDY! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!Me: No.Her: .........Me: Pleasant smile.Her: Apes?Me: Yes, eat your grapes. And she did.Mama: 1, Halloween Candy: 0Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1162387345510022902006-11-01T08:02:00.000-05:002006-11-15T19:33:34.000-05:00The Rise and Fall of the Sugar RushLast night, when all was said and done, Party Girl sat slumped on the couch, her belly sticking out of her jammies. She had a bag of mini-M&Ms in one hand and a sippy of milk in the other, Here Come the ABCs playing on the TV."Mama? Candy COHN! Siy-yee doggee. Candy COHN!" (Candy corn being the name for all things candy. Silly dog being our dog who is silly and also very, very bad for Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1162172397811697402006-10-29T20:34:00.000-05:002006-11-15T19:33:33.915-05:0030 Second SnapshotMom, can I help you?What are you doing?Can I put them in?Why is it hot?Ow, it burned me.Yes, it did.Why are they wet?Why do we wash them?Why do they get dirty?They smell funny.Can I help you put them in?Why only the towels?How do towels get dirty?YOU DID THEM ALL! WHY DID YOU DO THEM ALL?I wanted to do one more.Why is smoke coming out?What's steam?What kind of soap is that?Why do you pour it in Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1162090254719910002006-10-28T22:11:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:33.818-05:00Rainy October SaturdayI've had a stretch of insomnia where I find myself up at 2 A.M. flipping channels. Insomnia makes for good mothering -- including, but not limited too: skipping bath for the fifth night in a row, letting your children eat candy bars for morning snack, and your toddler knowing the name of every show on Noggin. (azee ton? mama? azee ton? ayaga-ins! If you can guess what two shows she's namingHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1161805401302826442006-10-25T15:26:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:33.621-05:00Lost Talk (I'm Back**)Ok, no more spoilers for me. I kept waiting for it to happen and it never did and it sort of spoiled the whole episode for me. I'll leave that post up below, anyway, but apparently I need to learn to read, because in my panic of reading that article I missed a lot of important information (like NOT Sawyer and NEXT week.) On to the episode:Thoughts:1. The Others don't live on the island. No Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1159794740532803352006-10-16T08:45:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:31.378-05:00It's Not You, It's MeSeptember 30th has come and past, but I didn't forget my promise to myself. My goal was to lose 11 pounds by the end of this month, my one year anniversary as a blogger.I didn't lose 11 pounds, but I did begin faithfully doing T-Tapp. I can't be certain, because I didn't measure before I began, but I think I've lost almost a pant size. So I think it's a wash, really. I've come to discover Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1160684564131476502006-10-12T16:08:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:33.325-05:00Well, They're Both The Same Color AnywayOne of the most endearing moments of this fall season for happened on a recent trip to the pumpkin farm. As we walked past a field of giant pumpkins, Party Girl seemed in awe."Apples," she said. M was holding her while my mom and I traded Sass back and forth."Those are pumpkins," he told her.She seemed to contemplate this new piece of information."Apples!" She said again."No, not apples," he Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1160664183228748802006-10-12T10:24:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:33.225-05:00Thoughts On LostFor Moxie. Though she has way more readers over at her blog who are watching the show, so click over there for a more thorough discussion!What we now know:1. Ben's been on the island "his whole life." Was he a child of Dharma? Is he an experiment gone wrong? He seemed to be softening up a little at the end, until Jack wouldn't shake with him and his face got that creepy NotHenry look again. "Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1160482999833544902006-10-10T08:05:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:32.837-05:00Growing Up"Your daughter is really cute." We're sitting in the pediatrician's office. Let me rephrase that, we've been sitting in the pediatrician's office for close to an hour. There's a woman next to me with her toddler son and she's talking to the woman next to her with a sleeping 18-month-old girl in her lap who is dressed head to toe in Halloween-themed clothing."Thanks," the woman replies. "I Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1160347384398849282006-10-08T18:32:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:32.067-05:00I Need a Noise MachineI spoke too soon. Party Girl's still sick and off to the doctor tomorrow. I think three days of fever and constantly pulling at your mouth warrant a trip, don't you? The doctor told me today there is a particularly nasty sore throat going around right now, which I think fits her symptoms, but I want to rule out strep/ear infection.In any case, I was up umpteen times last night so M got up withHer Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1160261445339189562006-10-07T18:41:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:31.958-05:00Feeling BetterFever's broke. Dinner has been eaten (an accomplishment, as both children decided to subsist on air and milk and the stray popsicle yesterday). Party Girl, who was the more miserable of the two, seemed to perk up a little late afternoon. She sat in my lap, reading a book, crooning Thank-eau. Tanks! Tank-eau. It broke my heart that she was thanking me for reading her a book, something I Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1160181750861627512006-10-06T20:33:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:31.763-05:00Mystery IllnessThe girls are both sick tonight. Party Girl's hot (can't tell exactly HOW high her fever is because the stupid thermometer I just bought reads 94.5 no matter whose ear it's in). I gave her motrin an hour ago and it still hasn't broke. I'm not sure what to do if it doesn't, it always has.I went to the store for milk and sore throat goodies (popsicles, drinkable yogurts, etc.) and M said Sass Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1160052681433985172006-10-05T08:48:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:31.579-05:00Busy Busy BusyIf you came looking for Lost Talk, mosey on over to Moxie.Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1159813834630131092006-10-02T14:20:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:31.477-05:00Head in the Sand, Inc.Last week, our dishwasher broke. Well, it didn't break so much as it started making horrible grinding noises and smelled like smoke, which was close enough to broken for me.We've learned a lot over the course of our years of home ownership, but fixing dishwashers is not in our knowledge base, so I was left with the task of calling a dishwasher repairman and started hand washing my dishes.The Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1159751049326119432006-10-01T20:57:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:27.236-05:009 Little Fingers, 10 Little ToesLast night, Sass and I were lying in her bed have our nightly chat-a-thon before I tucked her in. She'd been drilling me with questions about airplanes, and suddenly switched to math:"How many is a couple?" She asked."Two.""Then how many is a few?""Three.""Oh. How many is five and five?""Count your fingers," I said. "You have five fingers on each hand."She started counting, but missed her Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1159446620061115202006-09-28T08:20:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:27.145-05:00Love Thursday: Love is All AroundEvery spring and summer, the robins come to a euc wreath on my mom's front porch and build a nest. They're safe there from the hawks and crows, it's dry and cozy. It's also where everyone enters their house, however. So every time you enter or leave, your greeting with a loud, sudden fluttering of wings as the mama bird retreats. She sputters at you from her perch while you walk to your car, Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17163347.post-1159052652083378882006-09-23T18:51:00.000-04:002006-11-15T19:33:27.061-05:00New Blog! **UPDATED!****Updated to say: Good Eats has been moved to wordpress because they have categories. Do you hear that Blogger? CA-TE-GOR-EEES. I looked around for a blogger categories fix, but it made my head spin. So now we're at www.goodeats.wordpress.com. Enjoy! Earlier this summer, I was ordering produce at my local co-op. They had a surplus of kale, so I decided to take some, though I had no idea Her Gracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04891923995709831206noreply@blogger.com5