Last night I learned that 9 month old babies (namely ours) do not like to have foreign objects inserted into their nose, especially if said object is also squirting some kind of liquid inside. I’m sure this will one day change though when she realizes that by poking her little finger into said nose she’ll be able to… Continue reading Mission Almost Impossible: The Saline Nose Dropper
Alright, it’s the end of week one of my project: getting my sexy back, basically getting into a workout routine and watching what I eat… This week was a flop, not a total flop, just a bit of a flop. One great thing about my results for this week is I was forced to re-evaluate my commitment to… Continue reading Does Walking A Bulldog Count?
A few days ago I read the post Operation banging body, day effing 1 written by Ness at One Thousand Single Days, which you can find at this link http://onethousandsingledays.com/2012/08/13/operation-banging-body-day-effing-1/#more-570 Since then I’ve kept thinking about Ness’s words and the challenge she’s made to herself, so much so that I went back and re-read her post,… Continue reading I want my sexy back too!
Back in 1986, when I was around 11 years old, I remember getting a letter in the mail from one of my cousins in Mexico. Most of my mom’s family still lives in this small town called Tulancingo in the city of Hidalgo, Mexico, which is where I was born and lived until about age 2. (Tulancingo… Continue reading Mr. Postman, Is there a letter for me?
So I’ve decided to start seeing a therapist. That sounds so official, like I’ve entered into a new relationship, lol…well in a way I guess I have. Okay, momentary pause so that my friends/family who may (or may not) be reading this can take in the fact that yes, I did just say, I’m seeing… Continue reading Project Therapy
There is a part of my subconscious (the stronger part) that is doing the bob and weave and saying “really, that’s all you’ve got? Bring it on!” and then the other half of my subconscious is huddled away in a corner, facing the wall, and waving a white flag over her head in defeat, burned out… Continue reading Burned Out But Laughing
As I was feeding little Miss Celeste this morning and she’s falling asleep in my arms, I started to thumb through my cell phone email and found this awesome Zelda wisdom in my inbox. The timing couldn’t be better, our little one was down for her nap and not only did I have some free time to blog (a priceless… Continue reading Smooth out, fold, tuck in, and voila, a little piece of amazing!
Purse Meets Diaper Bag 