the place

Sometimes you’re in the middle of folding laundry and are watching Abstract: The Art of Design on Netflix at the same time and thinking about how you’ve been in this really weird frustrating place for the past several days. It’s a place you find yourself over and over again, probably once every couple of months at a minimum. It’s restlessness to the extreme, but restlessness … Continue reading the place

morning ride and the state of my brain

I thought since last night’s walk was so pain free and relatively easy that this morning’s bike ride would be the same. Um, no. Apparently my legs are still in rebellion mode because those 6 miles were more than a bit lackluster. There is one TINY hill on this route and I was struggling to get up it. But it still felt good to be … Continue reading morning ride and the state of my brain

this is why i’m in therapy folks

Texts this morning from yet another friend who is struggling for different reasons. Sometimes people are incredibly mean, closed minded, and heartless in their well-meaning-ness, if that makes any sense. I know life is difficult and there are struggles to be had. Its not all peachy keen, hunky dory, sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns, but I really don’t think it should be THIS hard for some … Continue reading this is why i’m in therapy folks

Testy

I’m on a short fuse today for one reason or another. Its Sunday, so by this time every weekend I’ve responded to 20 gazillion calls of “mommy mommy” and my patience is taxed. I know that I am kiddo’s whole world at this stage in her life so I try to keep perspective and channel my inner Zen. Its just….eh, whatever. Moving on. People really … Continue reading Testy

Dear Runkeeper,

Thank you for sending me this. However, I am in fact, NOT “bored with my routine”, as you so helpfully suggested. You see, I no longer have a routine, unless you count lots of sleeping, cupcakes, and mentally tripping the senders of these relentless running emails as they walk down stairs. So by all means, please, I insist, have a handful of Whoppers and some … Continue reading Dear Runkeeper,

grumpy mcgrumperson

I am not a fan of small talk nor am I very good at it. Post holiday small talk tops the list of all categories of dreaded chitty-chatty-for-no-reason banter. Hello person with me in the elevator who I don’t know but who I think works in accounting…”how was your Christmas” they ask me…I say “it was great, how was yours?” And we carry on. This … Continue reading grumpy mcgrumperson

aaaaaand here we are

Hi. I’m in one of those “I feel like talking/typing but I have nothing of value to say but am going to post anyway” kind of moods. Which usually ends up to be long rambling paragraphs about baby poop or the dream I had last night. But you don’t mind or else you wouldn’t be here reading. Or maybe you’ve already clicked off and are … Continue reading aaaaaand here we are

why the long face?

This is me. Spreading sunshine everywhere I go. Yep yep. I mean, can’t you tell? Heh. The not-so-funny thing is, I really am a fun lively laughing joking person when I’m out from behind a desk. Can we say “you got off at the wrong stop lady”? Yes we can. Eh, anyway. Stuff ‘n things. Ummmmmm, I got nuthin’ I guess. Oh wait, here’s some stuff…the … Continue reading why the long face?

well here we are but where is that?

Life is messed up. Generally speaking. Things don’t make sense, get all crazy, aren’t logical and sure as hell aren’t black and white. Sometimes I think I will never figure things out. Never figure out what I’m supposed to be doing here, what I want to do here. I envy those people who know what they want and just go do it without overthinking things. Or … Continue reading well here we are but where is that?

this is painful, don’t even bother

First a random baby note: Sam can sign “hungry”, “thirsty” and “brush teeth”. It’s quite cute and quite handy. Except that she like to sign “brush teeth” a LOT. I think she’s just in love with the taste of the Elmo toothpaste. Can’t blame her, it is yummy. I’m just going to go ahead and apologize for this post. I just re-read it and visably … Continue reading this is painful, don’t even bother

in which I tell you what I want

Yesterday I left The Man’s in a snit. Got in my car, put in Pearl Jam’s Ten and blasted the windows out while driving a smidge too fast all the way home. (Wow, I have used the words “snit” and “smidge” w/in the first two sentences of this post. That doesn’t happen every day now does it?) It had been an irritating day to say the … Continue reading in which I tell you what I want

friday randoms

This was in my drafts but I’m clicking “publish”, even though this is Saturday. So there… Yesterday I was either invisible or just in a meeting to look cute. I’ll choose the later. Some people are just too big for their britches, as the saying goes. But it’s over so whatever. I’ve become apathetic to some things. Hooray for Fridays though right? Weekend plans…nothing concrete except … Continue reading friday randoms

this is me being vague

Over the past week I’ve started two drafts about a certain topic but I can’t seem to get across what I want to say in the way that I want to say it. Its clear in my head but refuses to come out my fingertips. Frustrating. Maybe I’ll get it out eventually. It’s nothing that will solve the world’s problems or anything, just something I’ve been … Continue reading this is me being vague

one day I’m going to go “splat”

Who were the brilliant civil engineers who decided it would be a good idea to build a circular street in which all drivers already within the circle are free to go round and round all day long if they wish, while those trying to merge onto the circle from multiple points on the perimeter must yield?  You know what I’m talking about, that delightful roundabout officially known as “Buddy … Continue reading one day I’m going to go “splat”

grumble grumble

I’m bummed tonight.  By the time I got home from work, Sam was already in her crib asleep.  I kept thinking she’d wake up any minute but it’s almost 9:30 pm and she’s still sleeping.  It’s all I can do not to go in her room and “accidentally” cough really loud so she’ll wake up and I can be with her.  I’m really trying not … Continue reading grumble grumble

how do i bring sexy back?

You know those women who claim to love their new post-childbirth-bodies?  The ones who expound on the beauty and utility of their new boobs and maintain that they have embraced their stretchmarks as some honorable “badge of motherhood”? I am not one of those women.  And those women are obviously lying.  I’m just sayin’. I agree with these same women when they say how awed they are that their … Continue reading how do i bring sexy back?

morphing

Something very alarming is happening to me.  And I’m not sure if any amount of medical treatment can stop the madness. In the line at the grocery store the other day for example.  Instead of buying Cosmo or Marie Claire, I bought a Family Circle.  What the heck?  Instead of MTV, I’m becoming sucked into the imaginary world of Days Of Our Lives.  Next thing you know … Continue reading morphing