Special… having my own bathroom.
Not so special… having people need me only when I’m in the shower and try to talk through the door that’s 5 feet away when there’s water rushing through my ears.
Special… having friends ride the bike trails with me now that they know I ride with some frequency.
Not so special… having people stare at me when I’m riding like I look like some sort of prize in my bike helmet and tank and shorts (Oh, note to the Bubba who spoke to me through his pickup truck window: No, thanks. Not ever. No. No. No.)
Special… having my husband agree to make dinner even though he works full-time.
Not so special… just having a bowl of cereal while he spends time wondering what to make for dinner.
Special… having Morgan wake up early to make me muffins because he loves me.
Not so special… having Morgan eat all the chocolate chip muffins and leave the lemon poppyseed ones for me.
Special… getting a free lip gloss mailer from Bath and Body Works.
Not so special… having to spend $10 just to get the free lip gloss.
Special… listening to my husband tell me how proud he is that I just rode my bike 25 miles.
Not so special… listening to my husband say, “Wooooo… you stink!” after riding 25 miles.
Special… working up a sweat, even if it’s not an appreciable quality for those who have to smell me.
Not so special… boob sweat. What’s up with that?
Special… reading a comment on my blog from my friend Joe-in-the-Netherlands.
Not so special… reading a comment about missing my Date in Delft with him online because of my shit Monday. I’ll make it up to you.
Special… getting the low down on where Mallory is all the time even though she’s 20 years old and doesn’t have to tell me.
Not so special… wondering if “Going fishing” or “Playing ultimate frisbee” is a euphamism for “Getting drunk.”
Special… having my family do all the laundry since Mommy is so busy with reading and writing and taking class.
Not so special… having my family ruin my expensive Victoria’s Secret bras by putting them in the dryer.
June 27, 2006 @ 4:44 pm | Filed under Everyday Mundane | Permalink |
GeekDaddy Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 4:51 pm
I was going to do a whole special/not so special response to this but frankly, I just don’t have the strength right now
Still, it was very cute. Way to look for the dark cloud behind every silver lining
GeekDaddy Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 4:52 pm
I was going to do a whole special/not so special response but frankly, I just don’t have the strength right now.
Still, it was very cute. Way to look for the dark cloud behind every silver lining
laoch Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 5:30 pm
we all need you when you are in the shower
Sue (Mominator) Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 6:29 pm
So glad you came by! I haven’t seen you in awhile. It is surreal partying with your daughter, but I have to admit it is a blast. She has a great group of friends and is superb at giving the brush off when necessary. That was reassuring! You will have a great time when your turn comes around with Mallory. Blondie pretty much confides everything to me now since we relate on an adult level now rather than strictly parent/child relationship. Look forward to some great times!
: ) Sue
Sue (Mominator) Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 6:30 pm
Oh yeah! I also want to know what is up with this boob sweat business. I hate that!
: ) Sue
Tracey Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 6:50 pm
HATE Boob Sweat! Been lurking quite faithfully, but really haven’t had time to comment. LOVE this entry! Hope classes go well!
Love ya!
Tracey
Lisa Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 7:00 pm
Hee hee, just be glad they aren’t jumping in the shower with you, I’d love to have a baby-free shower one of these days. Great post!
MuMo Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 7:36 pm
This is simply beautiful! What a marvelously perfect design! Congratulations on your new blog, new domain, etc., etc.
Hugs,
MuMo
dodger Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 7:53 pm
special… finding Mocha Momma
not so special… umm… boob sweat? Thats a great line! this blog is very special indeed.
mizangie Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 8:30 pm
Worse than boob sweat? Butt sweat. Ever sat for a long time on a vinyl chair in the summer and you get up and there’s butt sweat on the chair? Yech. Okay, yes, my butt covers a goodly amount of chair, but STILL…..
Chantele Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 8:32 pm
well I do feel a little better now that I’m the only one doing laundry at my house, knowing that I don’t have to worry about ruining my Vickie’s bras!
I do hope that this post doesn’t mean that Tuesday was as bad as Monday…
EricAtRandom Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 8:58 pm
Women’s butts look so much better when cycling. Mediocre ones become good, and good ones become phenomenal, phenomenal ones bring on a state of euphoria! Can’t fully explain it, but it may explain Mr. Pickup Truck shouting out the window. He was just emotionally overtaken and lost in the moment! OK, OK, I don’t buy that either. But I bet you look really good on the bike.
Trish Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 10:06 pm
Boob sweat blows.
Special - Getting to take a shower today.
Not so special - Having my 3 1/2 yr old point out the boobs then INSIST on touching them. His father was no help, giggling like a schoolgirl which made the boy want to touch them even more. You gave those up a long time ago kiddo and if Daddy’s keeps instigating you, he’ll have given them up too.
I’m just saying……
Siobhan Said,
June 27, 2006 @ 10:51 pm
The VS bra line was a stab in the oh-my-gosh guts. Ouch.
jackt Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 1:59 am
Sometimes “ultimate frisbee” also means “gettin’ high”.
Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 5:13 am
I can’t speak for Mallory, but I know whenever I say I’m going fishing it means I’m getting drunk.
Jeannie Henderson Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 5:40 am
LMAO! OMGosh…I can’t think of a witty thing to say! Just laughing my butt off!
Beth Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 6:04 am
“Go Fishing” is so code for getting drunk or something else, like going shopping. Never can tell these things.
NursePam Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 6:21 am
Special: waking up to read Mocha’s Cuppa the Day.
Not So Special: Hearing that Mocha deals with type-A bitches at school.
mike Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 6:38 am
I’ve come to the conclusion that Ultimate Frisbee should come with a warning label:
“May cause children”.
I sh!t you not. Confront that daughter of yours, stat!
Dana Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 6:56 am
The whole Victoria’s Secret-bras-in-the-dryer-thing is SO my husband. I have to repeatedly tell him “DON’T PUT BRAS IN THE DRYER” and he says…”YEP! I KNOW! YOU TELL ME ALL THE TIME, I WON’T FORGET THIS TIME!!!!”
notafitbabe Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 8:15 am
Boob Sweat… that’s a good one… I can’t stand it… Your special/not special is a classic example of a twist to Newton’s law… for every good thing there is an equal and opposite negative to it… and know this you are not alone with some of those specials/not specials
You are a classic…
Jill
fizzle Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 9:10 am
…the muffins being the most egregious offense. Good job on your ride!
PointlessBallyhoo Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 9:19 am
I HATE boob sweat. It’s *so* not fun taking off a sports bra…
Katy Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 9:37 am
I think the euphemism for getting drunk was, “I was at the library.”
KM
Mocha Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 10:47 am
Thanks for all the warnings. Now I think my kiddo will either be high or make me a grandmother AND THAT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN YET BECAUSE THERE IS A PACT INVOLVED AND THEN I WOULD BE MAINTAINING THIS BLOG FROM A PSYCH WARD.
Also, I love the replies that are done like in the Special | Not So Special mode. Very cute.
Men: VS Bras NEVER, EVER go in the dryer. NEVER. Do you know how much they cost? Do you? Well, a LOT. So, NEVER.
tanyetta Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 11:43 am
tooo cute. thanks for sharing those. tooo funny!!!!
Joe Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 11:44 am
Special - Boob sweat
Not so special - No sweating boobs in the immediate vicinity
Special - you, of course
Not so special - Your implicit assumption that I would ever put a bra in the dryer
QoS Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 12:02 pm
First of all, I too have the boob sweat. At least it’s not stinky boob sweat…but it’s sweat none the less.
And um…fishing, frisbee. Totally means getting drunk.
Jeff Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 12:36 pm
See, since I’m not qualified to determine what of anything should be dried/not dried, washed in cold/hot or bleached/not bleached-even-tho-the-bleach-says-”brightens colors”, I stay the hell away from the laundry room. I’m not even qualified to fold the damn stuff. Poor me.
Cordaville Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 12:37 pm
Boob Sweat! I’m dying here! Too funny!
Hugs,
Cordaville
Busy Mom Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 1:13 pm
I think you’re special.
BotchedExperiment Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 1:49 pm
Wait. . .what? Don’t you mean it’s OK to put the bras in the dryer for just a minute (and then forget them and let ‘em go for at least an hour)? I mean ONE MINUTE won’t hurt, right?
Botched
Elizabeth Said,
June 28, 2006 @ 9:50 pm
“Ultimate Frisbee” is SO code for “smoking some nice weed in a park on a sunny day”. At least that’s what I’ve, um, heard. Yeah, that’s it, it’s what I’ve heard.
Special: Seeing an actual skunk walk down your driveway and saunter down the street.
Not Special: The kids flinging open the front door to look at the skunk which lets the dog get out and go running after the skunk and getting sprayed in the face.
Aafrica Said,
June 29, 2006 @ 10:32 am
what? VS bra should not go in a dryer?!
SomedayQuilter Said,
July 11, 2006 @ 9:05 am
Really loved this post. Your new website is fantastic. I love the graphics and colors.
Special: Adding you to my favorites.
Not Special: Taking so long to do it because I still had your old site listed.
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