Wednesday, November 30, 2011


I don't do well with general weight loss strategies like "no carbs" because it doesn't take much to throw me off.

Tonight's thought to self: "Damn. I don't have any boneless chicken right now, I just have this leftover Thanksgiving ham. A ham isn't very nutritious. Well, if I'm going to eat fatty, salty ham, I may as well have it with a buttery roll and mashed potatoes and at least enjoy it."

Diet over. Fail.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


I'm back.  I've been found.  

I had abdominal surgery a couple of weeks ago.  Though it was a rough road, I'm on the up-n-up.  Able to enjoy the Thanksgiving holiday with family and friends, which in itself was mentally and emotionally healing for the most part.  When you feel good 'upstairs', your body tends to follow.

I appreciate the 'check-in' from a few of my blog followers -- it's a great feeling to know I've been missed.

In the weeks passed, you'd think I'd have a plethora of writings.  Things to say.  Soap box yammerings, in the least.  Nope.  But I've acquired a few new skills in the past four months that I thought I'd share:

Infomercial Aficionado: Ask me about any product and I'll have an opinion on it. Why? Because nothing else is on between 12 am and 4 am. The new Pajama Jeans seem pretty fantastic. Not!  If I had live plants in my house, I'd definitely have an Aquaglobe. Hardly!  And the Yoshiblade makes me want to chop up some onions - or a soda can, because it can do that too!  Possibly.

Forced Narcoleptic: Remember the days when you could freely choose your bedtime? 10:00, 11:00... what did it matter? If you felt like taking a quick nap on a Sunday afternoon, you could! Now, our sleeping schedule is dictated by the human alarm clock you gave birth to. And because of that, we force ourselves to sleep whenever we can... because who knows the next time you'll be able to lay down and close your eyes!?

Birdbath Taker: I've become an expert at taking birdbaths... you know, the quick "clean the necessary places" splash down you do in the bathroom sink when there is no time to take a real shower? No time to wait for the shower to heat up... a birdbath can be taken cold, hot, lukewarm. As long as some H2O hits the necessities, you feel like a whole new mama!  Too much information?  Yeah, probably so.

Psychic: I can now predict the thoughts, movements and needs of every person (or animal) under my roof. Forget multi-tasking... mamas learn to psychic-task -- predicting what everyone is going to need/want in the next 12/24/48 hours just to maintain a normal breathing pattern and avoid losing your mind.

Stealth Bomber: During nap times, Reef's got to have either silence or a consistent white noise if I expect him to sleep longer than 30 minutes.  Otherwise, he enjoys being awake and at play during the day.  Soooo, I am able to maneuver through the house with the silence of a drone. I've mastered doing things around the house as if I were a mime.

Bat Girl: No, not the baseball kind. The animal kind. As in the animal who has super sonic hearing. Forget baby monitors... a simple roll, sneeze, whimper from the baby bed and I am awakened from a deep sleep. Not much goes on in this house that mama doesn't hear.

Master Yogi: One hand on the baby, one hand reaching for the diaper cream that just got flung across the room, one foot picking up the burp cloth that fell on the floor, and hopping up and down on the other foot, trying to keep from peeing myself (because, yet again, I rushed to take care of the baby and forgot about my own needs). The flexibility required to be a mama is unprecedented.

Thursday, November 17, 2011


Monday, November 7, 2011


Isn’t it great to be an individual?

To have unique experiences

To love specifically

To know what you know and do what you do

in only a way that you can?

I RELISH my individuality. and I hope you do too. I hope you never ever try to be anyone else but yourself…because the world needs more authentic hearts.

Sunday, November 6, 2011


i play pretend. i make believe i look like i did pre-baby. like a frequent gym-er.

no one told me that my first days working out would feel like death. after about 30 minutes, my body cried uncle. i wanted to hit the emergency stop button on the treadmill, the one that i’m pretty sure they put there for the old folks whose glaucoma has gotten so bad they can’t really see. but no. instead, i was on a gravel path. outside in 48 degree weather. trying to keep up with my friends. holding back my wincing.

i didn’t make it far from the starting line before my body started retching and my mouth began producing excess saliva. i was a rabid dog with turrets. it’s amazing the kind of personal space people will allow you if they think you’re drunk, crazy, and about to vomit all over their new balance shoes!

Saturday, November 5, 2011



Today is your birthday.


It might as well be a national holiday in my book. Because today is the anniversary of your existence and I cannot imagine what would have become of my life had you not come along and made it so grand. I am awed daily by the gentleness of your soul and the way everyone that meets you seems to be washed in the hormony of your spirit.

I love you! To eternity and back.

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