OmegaMom

A few new blogs have found their way onto OmegaMom’s own private blogroll. (No, they haven’t shown up here yet, ’cause I’m a lazy blogger. Shame, shame!) They just leaped on, without a By Yer Leave, because they were interesting to me. Pushy blogs.

Y’see, Bloglines has this nifty thing, a “Subscribe to this blog via Bloglines” bookmark, which makes it easy to snag a new blog. And then all I have to do is cruise to my Bloglines feed, and any time someone has updated their blog, Bloglines flags it, and either gives me a partial feed (the subject line and a paragraph) or a full feed (the whole damned kit and caboodle). This makes it dangerously simple for a lazy blogreader like myself to get sucked up into Yet Another Blog.

I have far too many blogs on my blogroll. Luckily, a lot of them are sporadic posters, so I don’t get bogged down by blogs. Too much.

Some choice ones:

I Gallop On. OmegaGranny passed this one on to me. I am sunk, snagged, caught. Kimberly is into horses, y’see, which feeds my research and investigation of the horsie scene for the Dotter. She is also located in (ahhhhh!) Northern New Mexico, so it feeds my longing for UNNM (Ultimately Northern New Mexico, pronounced “Unnum”). She posts very fun homemade videos of life on a small ranch, set to country tunes. (I need to introduce the Dotter to some of those videos; she’ll love them!)

Then there are two blogs by Dr. G., Adoptive Parenting and Put It On Your Therapy List. Dr. G. is a clinical psychologist who therapizes “at-risk” children. It may not be your cup of tea, but she’s pretty down-to-earth, and if you’re an adoptive parent, her Adoptive Parenting blog is interesting.

Homesick Home is written by an American woman married to a Japanese man; she lived in Japan with him for many years, raising their kids, and now they’ve moved to the States. She writes about the perils of switching kids from one country to another, and how to deal with bilingualism, and parenting differences, and more.

Last, but not least, is Mommy With an Attitude, who I discovered by doing a Google blogsearch on “chicken dance”, hoping to find a picture of That Creature.

Enjoy. Pa-Pa Richard and Grandma Sharon are in town, so we’re doing family stuff and being tourons this weekend. Then it’s back to the world of financial interfaces and ramping up for the Big New Fiscal Year Transition (two large system switches for our department, oh goodie). I hope my stomach survives the next few weeks…

Momma Star has tagged me. I’ll do anything to not have to think up a blog topic and to stop thinking about how to do a return on a one-time-purchase in our facilities management system…

One body part you’d like to change? Toes. Gotta be toes. I can’t stand my toes. They’re stubby and pudgy and funky looking.

Describe your ideal Saturday. I get to sleep in late. When I wake up, everyone’s gone. I get to wash clothes in peace. I get to vacuum house in peace. I get to read if I want. I get to potter on the computer if I want. I can take a long, hot bath without anyone banging on the door asking me questions. Maybe watch a movie on DVD that I haven’t seen yet.

What have you got for leftovers in your fridge? Don’t look! Don’t open the door! Stop! It’ll escape! No! Stop! AGGGHHHHH!!!!!!

You get to travel back in time for one day. Is this in my personal life or in the history of humanity? Personal life: Go back and purchase that condominium I was looking at in my mid-20s. Humanity? Hmm. I think I’d like to go back and spend a day with Queen Elizabeth I, see what she was really like. Or Eleanor of Aquitaine. Or Boadicea.

If you had one hour with the President, what would you say to him? Grrrr. And then, “Can you please order the USCIS to extend the approval period for I171Hs to two years?” And then, GRRRR.

One body part you’d never change? My nose. It’s cute. I have actually had strangers compliment me on my nose. Yes, that is correct: total strangers have stopped me and told me “Y’know? You have a cute nose!” Oh, it’s only happened twice, but still–I ask you: Would you ever consider stopping someone on the street and telling them how cute a particular body part is? I wouldn’t.

Your most favorite thing about motherhood? Watching a small child develop into a Little Person, complete with Little Person quirks and likes and dislikes. It is wicked cool.

Ultra-violet rays or tan-in-a-bottle? Non-PC here: UV rays all the way. Why? Because it means I’m outdoors. It means I’m doing something–like hiking in the woods, or swimming at the pool, or at a picnic, or taking in the fair.

You have an unlimited expense account; what three things do you purchase first? A large (40-acre-plus) wooded lot hereabouts. A custom-designed log home to put on it. A week at a very expensive spa for me starting some time in mid-July.

Your least favorite thing about motherhood? The way my dotter seems to have uncanny psychic powers that pinpoint every single button of mine she can push.

It’s 10:00 p.m., do you know where your children are? Hopefully in bed. If the dotter is not in bed and asleep by 10 p.m., we’re going to have a long night of it.

As for who to tag. Who to choose, who to choose? Howzabout Kate, at All Hail Suburbia; Mrs. Figby at Letters From the Zoo; and, now that she has a blog, OmegaGranny.