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Jul 2, 201012:00 AM
Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

True Confessions

In the interest of both sharing and hot-weather-holiday-weekend-induced laziness, I bring you a blog post of bullet points concerning some of my guilty little secrets.

• I love modern country music. I don’t just love it; I turn it up, I sing along with it, and it frequently makes me either laugh or cry. Darius Rucker’s “It Won’t Be Like This for Long” turned me into a weeping mess in the office parking lot, and Brad Paisley’s song with the refrain, “I want to check you for ticks” made me giggle like a fourth-grader.

• I have no idea really what it means to be on Team Jacob or Team Edward. But I am definitely on Team Jason Stackhouse. For some reason, I can’t get into the Twilight madness, but I have been devouring the Sookie Stackhouse novels on which True Blood  is based at an alarming rate. And recently, when Ruby had fallen asleep on my lap, I switched the television from Wow Wow Wubbzy  to True Blood and was so into it that I didn’t notice she’d woken up until I heard a tiny voice say, “Mama, why is that lady crying blood?”

• I am not all that concerned about high-fructose corn syrup or really much of anything else that my child eats. Most parents drop their standards by the second kid; I dropped my standards by the second year. For the first year, I nursed and pumped so that she got only breast milk, and when a summer storm knocked out power and ruined a freezer full of stored milk right before I had to leave on a business trip to Chicago, I freaked out and more or less made my mom come to Chicago with Ruby in tow so that I wouldn’t have to give her formula. And yet last night? She ate marshmallows and part of a hot dog with ranch dressing for dinner.

• I was talking to some other moms at day care the other day, and they all said pretty much the same thing: “We’d love to stay home full-time, but we just can’t afford it.” And I said, “Even if we could afford it, I wouldn’t want to stay home. I love my kid, but I also love my job. I need adult conversation during the day, and I don’t have the patience to be home with her all day every day.” They looked at me like I was crazy. I was completely prepared to be devastated when I went back to work after maternity leave … but no. Instead, I was in heaven. After three months, it felt as blissful as a day at the spa to be able to drink a cup of coffee or write a thank-you card without having an infant in my arms.

• That said, I do have the same working mommy guilt as anyone else, and I sometimes try to appease it by sending ridiculously elaborate snacks to school with her. I made an under-the-sea cake with rocks (yogurt balls) and plants (fruit leather cut into strips) and gummy fish. For Easter, I made Rice Krispy treat nests that I filled with Cadbury Mini-Eggs and topped with Peeps. Last week, we made “World Cup-cakes,” cupcakes with soccer picks and red, white and blue sprinkles. For today, we put marshmallows on lollipop sticks; dipped them in melted chocolate; sprinkled them with red, white and blue sprinkles; and then put them in cello bags and tied them with red, white and blue ribbons. I normally do not have the slightest crafty impulses, but apparently when there are preschool-age children to impress, I go all out.

• As much as I love the restaurants in New Orleans, I have to agree wholeheartedly with Marcie Dickson about Chipotle. I miss Chipotle like crazy. I also miss Panera. When I lived in Missouri, I had lunch at both of those places at least once a week. I hate being nostalgic for chain restaurants, but there are just some times that I want a 1,000-calorie burrito for lunch, you know?

• I realized on my way into work that the pants I’m currently wearing, the ones that I thought were so comfortable, are maternity pants. So maybe it’s good that I don’t have frequent access to 1,000-calories burritos.

The floor is open for other guilty confessions in the comments below. Otherwise, Happy Fourth!
 

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Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

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Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.

She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.

Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.

Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."

She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.

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