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doom and gloom

if the world ends tomorrow... i'll never have to pay another bill. i'll never have to clean the house. i'll never have to worry about losing the baby weight. i'll never have to work for the next paycheck. i'll never have another scary dream. but, if the world ends tomorrow... i'll never get to finish my novel. i'll never get to fly on an airplane. i'll never get to travel to another country. i'll never get to see my grandma again. i'll never get to try Old Chicago Pizza. i'll never know who would have won American Idol. (though i'll die knowing it should have been Haley.)] and, most importantly, i'll never get to see Stella grow up. So, come on, world. Don't end tomorrow.

Tell the Truth Tuesday

1. Pretty much the only reason I'm blogging right now is because I left my iPhone at the bank when I came home for lunch. You know if I had my phone with me I would probably be playing Angry Birds right now. Just being honest. 2. Hubs and I had the following conversation on Sunday while watching the Survivor finale... Me: I should totally audition for Survivor and win us one million dollars. Hubs: You know that game is played outdoors, right? Me: Well, I might be more of an indoor girl, but I'm already super good at not shaving my legs. 3. Seriously. I haven't been shaving my legs. The baby still sleeps in our room. I haven't felt the need. 4. Our house is a disaster zone. Disaster, I tell you. When the hell do I have time to clean? I'll tell you this: it isn't so much the time I need as much as it is the energy. Or motivation. All I want to do after Stella goes to bed is sit on the couch and watch t.v. 5. I'm really nervous about her starting to

scary

I was afraid to log in to blogger. I thought all of my posts might be MIA. Looks okay so far... I saw quite a few tweets from those of you who worried that posts might be lost to the bowels of the internets. Did everyone get their work back? We're weekending here at the Murphy homestead. Hubs just went to a buddy's house to fix the brakes on his car. I'm seriously wondering if he'll be home before midnight. Those boys can make the simplest thing take all. day. long. (And by simple, I mean, shouldn't we just pay someone else to do it?) Stella and I are enjoying a lazy morning. (And by lazy, I mean, I've started laundry, cleaned up clutter, and tried to make a dent on the housework... while she's napping.) She's five months old today. We're celebrating with bananas, assuming Mr. Murphy gets home in time. Stella's been doing great with rice cereal and we are so excited to start her on new foods. I need to put the camera battery on charge STAT

...at the tone...

I still haven't recorded a new voicemail greeting on my iPhone. But, I practiced out loud in the car today because that's how I roll. (I really entertained myself, too.) "Hi, this is Amber Murphy. I'm not available to take your call, but leave a message and I'll call you back." "Hi, this is Amber Murphy. I'm not available to take your call, but leave a message and I'll call you back... if you are not some effing telemarketer type person." "Hi, this is Amber Murphy. I'm not available to take your call, because I'm probably changing a diaper, making a bottle, washing a bottle, changing a onesie, washing a onesie, feeding the baby, wiping spit up away, aspirating a nose, finding a paci, strapping someone in a car seat, unbuckling someone from a car seat, rocking a baby to sleep, or checking on a sleeping baby. Yeah, I'll have to get back to you." "Hi, this is Amber Murphy. I'm not available to take your

Random Littles

A Little Lame I'm so lame. I never have time to comment on blogs these days. It does make me sadspice, so I'm going to work on catching up on the 1342 posts in my google reader. (Seriously. Thirteen hundred unread posts. I follow waaay to many blogs.) Saving a Little After giving birth to an expensive human being and also purchasing iPhones, we are cutting corners here in the Murphy household. I'm looking for ways to save money. So far, not going out for lunch is helping me to keep more money in my checkbook to pay the bills. However, I need to find other ways to cut back. I'm semi-addicted to TLC's Extreme Couponing, and want to try to start cutting coupons. Howevs, I don't even get a paper in the mail and I keep forgetting to leave the house on Sunday to go buy one... oops. Just wondered if any of you are "coupon-ers." How's that workin' out for ya? Any tips for getting started? Reading a Little It's a far cry from my readin

i'm cool now.

Derby Schmerby. I'm like a kid at Christmas. I finally got an iPhone this weekend. It's my first smartphone and stuff, so I'm literally giddy with excitement. (It's SO easy to text people now!) The only problem is an ache in my neck from spending the entire weekend looking down at the screen... uploading apps, checking facebook, sending a casual tweet... I'm completely addicted to Words with Friends. Completely. What are your favorite apps? Is your smartphone a huge timesuck? Don't you think that an iPhone was the perfect 1st Mothers Day gift to myself? Gotta go. I want to play some Lemonade Tycoon before I head back to work, and I only have about 15 minutes left on my lunch hour.

picking up the pen; i'm writing again

I'm getting a little lost in a world of diapers and daycare. So I decided to start writing again. I've revamped my WIP and it feels amazing to work on it. I struggle with every sentence. I have this issue with perfection; I don't just want to spill it out. Stooopid. Before I got pregnant (or maybe while I was, I don't remember) I had an idea that I felt would take my WIP to a better place: a mysterious narrator, with a payoff for the reader at the end. So, I'm working with this idea, and playing with the ways to include narration without overtaking the "present action" (I'm generally a past-tense writer, so saying "present action" always seems funny and false to me.) And, I'm trying to be a more scene-oriented writer. When I read, I find it very irritating when a writer chooses to skip time without so much as a paragraph break. Yet when I look at the chunks of text I've already written, I find I do it, too. So, I'm off

the (boobie) juice bar is now closed.

I've given up breastfeeding. I lasted four and a half months. In truth, I've mostly just been breast pumping , because my supply was never extensive enough to keep up with Stella. For weeks now, I've been pumping less and less milk... it just wasn't there. And it wasn't worth the time it takes (5 to 6 pumping sessions a day @ about 30 minutes each = time I could be playing with Stella. Or sleeping.) I did nurse her sometimes, and I thought I wanted to have "one more" nursing session with the knowledge that it would be the very last time I would feed her from my breast. I knew it would be hard, emotionally, so I decided to forget it. Usually, I'm a sucker for anything that will make me feel sappy and require Kleenex. But I'll always have fond memories of the last time... The last time I nursed her was a couple of weeks ago. She had the flu, and she wouldn't take her bottle. I literally had to force her to eat; she was only getting an ounce