An announcement AND a game! (I’m such a giver)

First off, the big news.


Me at 35 weeks (thanks Mom for the excellent genes!!!)

Just kidding.  Seriously.  I mean seriously I’m just kidding.

(pick your jaw up off the ground, it’s not a good look)

Come on, that’s what everyone thinks when a married woman of child-bearing years says she has an announcement.  I had to go for the easy target.

The real announcement is WE MOVED! Only in NYC can you move 3.6 miles and have it feel like a different country.

We’ve discussed this before, but just to recap:  my husband hates change and I love it.  I’m like fast paced, always present, cheap thrill-seeking Twitter while he is ever-mourning, we-had-it-so-good-for-awhile, why-did-you-have-to-go-and-find-something-better? MySpace.

I think of moving like an adventure: every new playground, restaurant and street vendor has the potential excitement of Christmas morning.

He thinks of it as a chapter ending: tearful goodbyes, never agains and remember whens.

To be fair, moving isn’t all fun and roses.  We can both agree on these ten tortures.

Top 10 Worst Things About Moving:

1.  Packing

2.  Unpacking

3.  Getting lost in your own neighborhood

4.  Nearly dying from starvation because you don’t know where to find the good restaurants

5.  Brushing your teeth with your finger because you can’t find your toothbrush

6. Brushing your hair with your fingers because you can’t find your hairbrush

7. Putting your 3-year-old to bed in your daughter’s size 3 diaper because you can’t find his pull-ups

8.  Vowing to wash every single glass and plate before you eat because who knows what those packing boxes and paper are made of or where they came from

9.  The failure of giving up said project after 4 dishes because you can’t find the Cascade.  And the guilt of abandoning something you really believed in

10.  The reason I had no internet for TWO WHOLE days (yes, I survived, and yes, please send chocolate to soothe the pain).

Need I say more?


Alas, I promised you an announcement and a game.  Because that’s just the kind of value gal I am – giving you more in your blog reading experiences.

Without further ado, welcome to my very first edition of “I’m Right, You’re Wrong” inspired by one of my favorite bloggers, Marinka.

Here are the quick rules: I’m Right, You are Wrong.

In today’s example the part of “You” will be played by my otherwise awesome brother (yes, I have two.  Bonus points to the friends and family who correctly identify which one).

Behold the following dialogue*:

Me:  I know you have been faithfully reading my blog, dear brother.  Your support means the world to me.

You:  Hey, I think I inspired** one of your recent posts.  When I sent you that article about kid music?

Me: That’s right, you did!

You: Way to rip-off** my idea.

*This dialogue may be generally exaggerated.

**with the exception of these words, which were the EXACT words he used.

From the name of the game, we already know my position on who is right and who is wrong, but I want to hear from you too.

Position #1:  It is ludicrous to claim sending an article as “your idea” and rude to call someone a “rip-off”.

Position #2:  It is perfectly acceptable to ask someone if you inspired them and then when they answer in the affirmative, call them a RIP-OFF.   You are like a thought-stealing detective, pre-crime division.

What do you think???

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22 thoughts on “An announcement AND a game! (I’m such a giver)

  1. It’s only a rip-off if he wrote a commentary on the article which you then, note for note, replicated in your post, making the same points he did, etc. All he did was send you an article. He didn’t think any original thoughts that you then borrowed. You’re right, he’s wrong.

    • Oh no, he made no comment whatsoever. Just sent me the link. I should have also added that the article was very generally about how adults these days aren’t growing up and they wear jeans with trendy sneakers and listen to indie rock.

  2. Omg. I thought you were preggers. There ought to be a law against that. And disappearing for 2 days? Not ok. I have attachment issues. Your brother is wrong. And a very angry person. He should blog.

  3. You brave, brave soul. Moving. With kids. But how exciting!! And. You’re right. And. I’ve had this argument before with my hubby, so I doubly know you’re right. 😉

  4. My internal monologue as I read the first lines…(all this took about 2 seconds in my head)

    What!?!?!??!…Are you kidding me???….She is posting this on her blog before telling me??!?!?…

    Let me give her the benefit of the doubt, it is important that she be honest in her blog, maybe this is a version of “living openly” for her blog readers…but seriously, NOT COOL that I am finding this out at the same time as the internet…

    I can’t take another round watching her with the hypermesis…and the sleepless year after the kid is born…we were just getting our sleep and life back…how the hell are we going to afford a 3 bedroom apartment on the Upper East Side…

    But I guess I should be excited, the kids are awesome, another one will be fun eventually, we’ll figure it out…

    Wait I took that picture when she was pregnant with “Chloe”…35 weeks pregnant, huh?…this doesn’t make sense…AAAAAHHHHHH, thank god that was a joke!!!

  5. I’m so glad you’re back!!!! Moving is so much work, I could totally identify with your list of ten but I also look at it as a big adventure with lots of good, fun possibilities so I hope you love the new place and are getting to know your new surroundings! I am very jealous about your picture at 35 weeks pregnant, you look fantastic! I looked like a beached whale. I could not even wear shoes. Only sandals. Even my feet were too fat for shoes. Sigh….And for the game, sorry to your brother but he’s wrong, you’re right :)

    • My brother is harmless but I have been itching to introduce that game!!

      Pregnancy is no fun no matter how you look on the outside. Even though I carried my extra 35 pounds well I was insanely uncomfortable, couldn’t put my shoes on myself and never slept!

      • I thought maybe I missed something. Like Ian, I kept reading but I don’t think I absorbed anything bc I couldn’t get over your ‘announcement.’ :)

  6. I was just checking your site b/c I am referring to you in tomorrow’s post and saw your preggo picture from 35 weeks on a real computer and not my iPHone. Um, where is your triple chin? Where’s the pregnancy acne? Where’s the arm fat?

    GOod thing I am not a jealous person.

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