I’ve always been one to recycle. I’ve always been one to forget to turn off a light when I leave the room (but I’m trying to remember). I read treehugger daily. (I live in a 2200 sq ft McMansion with two cars plus a company car in the land of the vices. And I lurve me some air-conditioning.) I’m a geek for Anne of Green Gables, Jo March Bhaer and.. Read More
Mommy’s Point System
My glass of mommy is pretty empty. I’d say it’s at about a 10. I’m new to this whole mom thing, but I’m wagering that I need to be at about 100 to be a happy, well rounded, good for Scout and Alex, mommy again. Being a goal oriented kind of girl I am creating a list of things and their point values to get me back to 100. I’m.. Read More
Why the jeans?
With a predicted high of 96 degrees in the land of the vices today, why am I wearing 7 year old pair of repeatedly mended jeans? Because I freakin’ CAN. Why am I not unbuttoning the top button when I sit, even though it would make them more comfortable ? Because I’m freakin’ stubborn.
What was that about gratitude?
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Overwhelmed, out of time, in the midst of a messy house, with that fucking 164.5 on the scale AGAIN, can’t find my bra so the girls are sagging to the new post pregnancy location of my navel, cute shirts from Old Navy already feel like cheap shit after being washed a few times, yoga pants – again -, baby crying.. Read More
A post about Gratitude.
(which could also be titled “Knowing how to behave when it really counts”) You could say my family puts the fun in dysfunctional. But it’s not always fun, and it’s not always dysfunctional. From where I stand, every single person in my family shares a common goal: Make Grandma happy. I think we were all born understanding that we were placed in the arms of a special woman. Grandma will.. Read More
’splain sumpin’ to me please . . .
How does something come from here: Go to here …. Apparently get here: Go through one of these: To come out looking like this?
I might have detected the problem…
…with my weight loss. Actually, I’ve known it all along…. To be fair, it was Key Lime Pie day. It only comes around once a month, and I don’t know if it’s just a summer thing – I might not be able to get it next month. And I figured as long as I was there I might as well get a Peanut Butter Crack … I mean Concrete Mixer… Read More
Why Alex is a boy.
I don’t mean the XY XX genetic choices – but the why for me. The very thing I fear – the perpetual motion – is what I need in my life. I’m a sit on my ass kind of girl. In front of the tv, with some knitting, with a laptop, with some food, kind of girl. I was picked last for teams in gym, I got my glasses broken.. Read More
Kiss me Kate
Alex was supposed to be Kate. Katelyn Emilee to be exact. I come from a matriarchal (sp?) sort of family and I always pictured myself with a girl. It’s a DNA thing, much like men want to pass on the family name – I am the last female in my family – you have to go back to my great great grandmother to start down a family branch to find.. Read More
164.5 … still
Hm. That number just keeps hanging on. But then, let’s be honest, so has my habit of eating whatever I want. So. Starting this morning, I am back on smoothie track. Want my recipe? I mix equal portions of:flax seedvanilla whey powderoatmealand put it in a container to make it easier to get to. For 1 serving (all of these measurements should have”-ish” after them): 1 cup vanilla yogurt (I.. Read More
To Kill a Mockingbird
Sigh. I’ve decided to tackle TKAM for a project over here. This will be character building. I just have difficulty picturing some of my students with reading levels equal to Green Eggs and Ham getting much out of this book. Challenge to myself is to find a way to make this accessible to them. To find a way that they can go through the rite of passage of TKAM in.. Read More
Aunt Rake is on her way!
My long time BFF Rachel is on her way to the land of vices – two days of running around with a girlfriend, the blissful idea of getting to paint a wall in my bedroom while she plays with the baby. Oh bliss! I love my husband, I love my baby, but there’s just nothing like a girlfriend after two months of being strictly mom and wife to two men!
Oh yeah… the baby
Uh, yeah. The one this blog is titled for. Him. The one I haven’t actually talked about for a while. He’s great. I dropped my basket on Tuesday morning b/c I’d had no sleep (I stayed up too late talking to Mrs. NOT Tater, then he woke up every hour-two hours doing kick/bicycle legs all night) and Alex woke officially at seven and was in-con-solable. Oh and Scout was out.. Read More