Speak-easy

Sometimes I wonder if I even need to teach Abby to talk, she seems to be doing a mighty fine job of getting her opinions across without ever having to speak a word.

Example: She is marching in the foyer stomping her feet. Translation: "It's time to go...now. I do not like wearing shoes...or socks for that matter, so you had better make this worth my effort."

Example 2: Lying, face down, on the rug at the front door with her hands and feet spread out as far as they will stretch. Translation: " Let's go! Even if it means putting on my shoes and socks."

Example 3: Piercing squeal while riding in her carseat. Translation: "I HATE NPR!!!! Really, I do. "

Example 4: Arriving at the store with chewed up and spit out string cheese on her dress. Translation(as if one is needed): "I changed my mind about the cheeeeeese. Turns out I didn't really want it after all."

Example 5: Refusing to get out of the bathtub long after the water has been drained. Translation: " Not done yet. I will be staging a sit in."

With this kind of communication now, I can't imagine what it will be like when she can actually speak.

Technology and I.... Arch Enemies

So if you have ever wondered what happens when I try to start handling my own technology, take a peek at my website, www. MOIskincare.com. Notice anything? Or better yet, notice that something is missing? Yes, you are correct. That is my header that is gone. As I was trying to replace my header today (with a better version of what was already there) I somehow have been denied access. However, I did not attempt to replace the old header with the new header until AFTER I had deleted the old one and had made too many moves to Undo my way out of this mess.

I suppose while I am waiting for an answer from my support team, I will try to wash my hair without curling up in agony. I have to say, I am seriously considering dreads.

RIP TIger Chick

As of last post, I thought my name (on this blog anyway) was Tiger Chick. I see now that I am known as MOI, as I am known everywhere else on the internet. Which makes me consistent at the very least. Consistency is something I could use a little more of in my life. I don't hold out much hope for that with Mini-MOI (as she will now be known, instead of Tiger Baby). But as they say "Variety is the spice of life." If that is the case, then we definitely have flavor!! What flavor we are has yet to be determined. We only know that we are not vanilla, perhaps something more along the lines of cayenne.

Three years later...

Well, almost three years anyway. I completely forgot about this blog I started with another friend. I don't know if he will continue to post but I have been swamped with thoughts lately that I have wanted to share. I also Tweet, but given that I am limited to 140 characters on Twitter, I needed another space to share all of my profound thoughts.

Profound Thought Number 1: Whatever an anaphylactic reaction is, I don't care for it. It seems as though I am having an anaphylactic reaction to some anti-biotic that I was taking. This little medical adventure has sent me to two doctors, one chiropractor and one ER. No one has any definitive answers, but the closest thing we can agree on is an anaphylactic reaction. I do not recommend it.

Profound Thought Number 2: Snow sucks, with one exception. That exception being that there is too much snow for work and Tiger Guy can stay home and let Tiger Chick have her anaphylactic reaction in peace.

And an update (there are many since it has been three years): Since the last time I posted, Tiger Chick and Tiger Guy had a Tiger Baby. Tiger Babies are a lot of work. Alot of work.