Monday, July 18, 2011


I am not a domestic goddess. I will not fool you or myself. Never ever have I blogged about recipes, food preparation, or tips on keeping a tidy dirt-free home. I'm not really one to speak authoritatively on such matters as these are not skills that come to me with ANY amount of ease or enjoyment. Especially the skill of cooking.
During my elementary years I was raised by a single mother (bless her!) who worked 2 jobs. Needless to say, our meals came mostly out of cans and cardboard boxes. And, honestly, I was never that child who had a desire to help out in the kitchen. My contribution was spoon-licking, and spoon-licking only. I moved in with my father when I was twelve, and as a teenager my days were WAY too full with

Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Ordeal With Heels.

Steam-blowing time.
Firstly, let me say that I love shoes. And let me further say more specifically, I love heels. LOVE them.
Secondly, yes, I am tall. Must I hear this about myself again? Once more, YES, I am tall. Sheesh.
Already, we have two opposing forces. I really don't see why there need be, but the universe chooses to remind me of this "opposition" EVERY time I tread there.
My most recent encounter with The Ev-heel Resistance, as I lovingly refer to it, was last night at a Phoenix Drive gig, where usually, I'm sporting sneakers or flat sandals. Ahh, but yesterday was special.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Zuzana Love.

With the majority of my life in flux as of late, I feel a need to really actively take care of myself. It's about the only thing these days that I DO have control over.
The gym is expensive, and the kids don't like the day care, due to bullies (bummer). So, trips to the gym have equaled more stress, which is not a good fit in my already stress-filled existence.
We canceled the gym membership, and now it's all home workouts. Chris prefers p90 videos, and I have a new found love for I never sweat this much at the gym. Just sayin.I'm really enjoying decisions like these, choices that simplify life, save time and money, and leave you all high on happy endorphins.
hmm. Now I'm not sure what other decisions do all that, too. Maybe selling your children?

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Baboon Spawn

My children fight like hot and bothered baboons. My nerves are shot after a full day of little yelling voices, little shoving hands, and little kicking feet.
The things I do with them during the day are supposed to be fun, right? "Hey, let's go to the skating rink, let's go swimming, let's go to the library, let's watch a movie." But, somehow, that baboon-ness just sucks all the fun away.
I'm ready for tomorrow to bring a fresh sun, a fresh Flee, and hopefully, well-rested and cheery children. Urg.

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