uh-oh! check out the love horoscope for me (virgo) & john (aries) (click here for yours)...
Regardless of gender, listen up and pay special detailed attention! Yes, that’s the way a Virgo likes it, nice and precise, and very detailed. Aries is not noted for painstaking exacting precision, but Virgo surely is. Frequently Virgo will tend to repeat things to Aries in order to clarify issues. So if you are an Aries, do not just hastily utter “Yep!” or “Nope!” in an abrupt fashion. Give Virgo the specifics, please!You can count on Virgo being extremely capable of handling all the fine details on the home front. Papers, bills and receipts are all kept in exact order. Virgo’s main goal in life is to give service, for that is what they are here for. Aries are the pioneers of the Zodiac, Virgos are the workers. If you are the Aries boss, you cannot find a more ideal employee than you have found in Virgo. Remember this is a detailed oriented person in every respect.
Love life between these two signs can be another story. Virgo may become critical and a bit too finicky for an Aries. Virgo wants the mood to be just right and everything in order, even before making love. “Did you brush your teeth first? Have you showered yet?” These are some of Virgo’s thoughts, questions, and requests. If Aries doesn’t measure up, Virgo may become totally turned off. Virgo feels there is a time and a place for everything and may not display affection in public. Aries can find themselves singing the song, “No one knows what goes on behind closed doors”, as Virgo can be one of the most sensual signs in private, if the mood and setting is right.
That is to say, right in their eyes. Believe it or not, some Virgos can actually make an Aries “sick” with all that fussy nit-picking, for Aries is not at all similar and wants to hurry up and may rush into it too fast to suit Virgo.
Understand that these two signs are not the best match for they may experience frustrations with one another frequently. This combined energy spells out the words adjust and adapt. The methodical approach of Virgo goes against the natural grain of Aries enthusiastic spirit, smothering the Aries flames. The other side of the coin is that Virgo may view the Aries as far too impatient and abrupt, not capable of handling affairs as exact or precise as Virgo will.
This union differs pending relationship status. Get to know one another better before you decide to commit. This way you can avoid all the adjusting and adapting to the other’s ways before hand. Try to concentrate on finding how to better utilize other aspect factors contained within your horoscope, and work on the stronger points, not just Sun Sign character analysis.
ARIES: Independent, Impatient, Enthusiastic
VIRGO: Fussy, Critical, Exacting, Service Oriented
ROMANTIC ATTRACTION: Aries: Leo and Libra Virgo: Capricorn and Pisces
I can be a nit-picker. Maybe I should get to work on that!
7.29.2009
7.27.2009
'naners about my baby
This weekend, I made the ultimate mommy sacrifice...
and it involved the big b word. BANANA!
As most of you know, I have a dis-taste for bananas. I'm not even sure if distaste is the appropriate word; it's more like a strong loathing. I cringe when I pass them in the grocery store. I can sniff a peel out of the trash can from amazing distances. I don't like yellow cars because they remind me of bananas and I couldn't sing that stupid Gwen Stefani song "it's bananas b-a-n-a-n-a-s" without getting queasy. Ugh! I'm feeling nauseous just typing this blog.
So i've become a nut about making Sully's baby food. I like the idea of knowing that he is nourished by fresh produce, straight from the local stand to my food processor and into his growing belly. As much as I don't like them, I know that bananas are important for a little fellow, so on Saturday I headed to the store and cautiously entered "that aisle", the one i've never gone on before, and selected a nice bunch of organic bananas. It's wierd putting something into your cart that you have so adamantly detested your entire life. At any rate, there we are, me and my arch nemesis strolling the aisles of the grocery store together.
I got home with the 'nanas, popped Sully up on the counter to witness my selfless act of love, pulled them out of their plastic bag and proceeded. I started peeling the bananas and thought "this isn't too bad". I rather enjoyed the way it felt to pull the peel off, like a stress reliever. And the smell was minimal. I sliced them in pieces, tossed the rounds into the processor and thought how proud I was of myself. Food processor ready and turned on - I'M DOING IT!That wasn't nearly as bad as I anticipated. I was just before patting myself on the back (yes! I do that) when the fumes began to seep out into my nostrils. I took the lid off of the processor. Mixed between the blades was the mushiest dull yellow glob of mess - similar in appearance to something I won't mention. My stomach rolled and I threw up in my mouth a little. It took me 10 minutes to fill the freezer trays with the processed contents. Pour one - gag in the living room. Pour one - gag in the living room. You get the picture. It took an additional 20 minutes before my stomach felt right again.
Needless to say, Sully didn't eat bananas on Saturday. He got avocado and apples instead. We'll save the frozen cubes of banana for another day. Sully, if you're older and reading this, let it serve as a reminder of just how much mommy loves you because you are the ONLY person I will ever do that for. xoxo!
and it involved the big b word. BANANA!
As most of you know, I have a dis-taste for bananas. I'm not even sure if distaste is the appropriate word; it's more like a strong loathing. I cringe when I pass them in the grocery store. I can sniff a peel out of the trash can from amazing distances. I don't like yellow cars because they remind me of bananas and I couldn't sing that stupid Gwen Stefani song "it's bananas b-a-n-a-n-a-s" without getting queasy. Ugh! I'm feeling nauseous just typing this blog.
So i've become a nut about making Sully's baby food. I like the idea of knowing that he is nourished by fresh produce, straight from the local stand to my food processor and into his growing belly. As much as I don't like them, I know that bananas are important for a little fellow, so on Saturday I headed to the store and cautiously entered "that aisle", the one i've never gone on before, and selected a nice bunch of organic bananas. It's wierd putting something into your cart that you have so adamantly detested your entire life. At any rate, there we are, me and my arch nemesis strolling the aisles of the grocery store together.
I got home with the 'nanas, popped Sully up on the counter to witness my selfless act of love, pulled them out of their plastic bag and proceeded. I started peeling the bananas and thought "this isn't too bad". I rather enjoyed the way it felt to pull the peel off, like a stress reliever. And the smell was minimal. I sliced them in pieces, tossed the rounds into the processor and thought how proud I was of myself. Food processor ready and turned on - I'M DOING IT!That wasn't nearly as bad as I anticipated. I was just before patting myself on the back (yes! I do that) when the fumes began to seep out into my nostrils. I took the lid off of the processor. Mixed between the blades was the mushiest dull yellow glob of mess - similar in appearance to something I won't mention. My stomach rolled and I threw up in my mouth a little. It took me 10 minutes to fill the freezer trays with the processed contents. Pour one - gag in the living room. Pour one - gag in the living room. You get the picture. It took an additional 20 minutes before my stomach felt right again.
Needless to say, Sully didn't eat bananas on Saturday. He got avocado and apples instead. We'll save the frozen cubes of banana for another day. Sully, if you're older and reading this, let it serve as a reminder of just how much mommy loves you because you are the ONLY person I will ever do that for. xoxo!
7.23.2009
one night
1 dog walked (twice)
4 bottles washed
5 bottles made
1 bowl of baby-friendly butternut squash
1 allergen reducer filtration system assembled and tested
2 diaper changes
1 baby clean, dressed and ready for bed
1 chicken casserole in the oven
1 pot of fordhook lima beans on the stove (i'm addicted)
1 bag of trash taken out
2 piles of laundry sorted
1 load of clothes in the wash
1 load of clothes in the dryer
1 pitcher of tea made
1 story read
10 baby laughs
1 baby fed
1 baby rocked and off to bed
1 dvr'd episode of Tori & Dean (LOVE THEM!)
1 yummy-yum dinner
1 pair of jammies
1 hour of complete relaxation on the couch before mommy's bedtime
4 bottles washed
5 bottles made
1 bowl of baby-friendly butternut squash
1 allergen reducer filtration system assembled and tested
2 diaper changes
1 baby clean, dressed and ready for bed
1 chicken casserole in the oven
1 pot of fordhook lima beans on the stove (i'm addicted)
1 bag of trash taken out
2 piles of laundry sorted
1 load of clothes in the wash
1 load of clothes in the dryer
1 pitcher of tea made
1 story read
10 baby laughs
1 baby fed
1 baby rocked and off to bed
1 dvr'd episode of Tori & Dean (LOVE THEM!)
1 yummy-yum dinner
1 pair of jammies
1 hour of complete relaxation on the couch before mommy's bedtime
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