Bugga:  Ryan Christopher. From the Greek: Ugga Bugga Boo. A strange nickname created by the poor child’s mother, which has stuck.

Soft market:  What I tell clients we’re in the middle of when they wonder why they haven’t made any money since the beginning of the year.

House cleaning service:  What we have decided we will spring for but cannot find.

Debt:  Why I am still working.

Tears:  What I shed every morning after I drop Bugga off at daycare.

Rabbits:  The damned animals that are incessantly eating every last flower in my new flower garden.

Bayliss:  The animal that I love dearly but is too damned stupid to chase the rabbits.

Mom:  Something Justin, my nine year old, says constantly, as in, “Mom, look!”  ”Mom!”  ”Mom!”  ”Mom, watch!”  ”Mom!” (See the new 0rbitz commercial with the dad and the kids for further reference.)

Ounces:  What every bottlefeeding new mother is obsessed with.

Grumpy:  What Pfizer makes my clients.

Sex:   … No idea.

Stress:  The reason I’m writing an entry at 2:49am.

AfterWords:  A project that on one hand sounds like a good idea - a new journalling script (screw Movable Type) - but on the other hand has made me a Computer Widow. See “Sex” above.

Ten:  1. What Justin will be on August 31st.  2. Why I feel old.

Weenie:  What the other girls in the region imply I would be if I quit my job.

Insane:  What everyone else says I am for staying at my job.

Formula:  What my entire house is starting to smell like.

Cigarettes:  A poor substitute for Xanax.

Burp:  What Bugga refuses to do many times after a bottle, no matter what we do.

Gas:  Something that makes Bugga scream, shriek and cry about an hour after a bottle where we couldn’t get him to burp.

Genealogy:  My new web site and hobby.

Free time:  Something I’m in desperate need of. Reason most of my projects have stopped in their tracks, and yet others are taking forever to get going. See “genealogy.”

Exhausted:  Every adult in our house.

Quick lessons taught,
michelle