Friday, July 15, 2011

Tell Me Something Good

3 to 5 Year Plan
1.      Get a good job, a job where I can contribute my talents and skills (and the things that make me special) and where my contributions are valued. I want a juicy job that I can really love, sink my teeth into, and dedicate myself to. I am ready.
2.      Do more yoga. Build a daily practice.
3.      Look into taking yoga teacher training. And maybe take teacher training, even though I may never want to teach.
4.      Write more. Blog more, work on short stories, write poems and essays.
5.      Revel in my daughter (almost 1 already!!!) and my family. Make time, plan specific events and outings that will make memories and bring us more joy.
6.      Pay off all credit cards, student loans, and car payments. Buy a house. Build a new garden. Eat salads from my garden.
7.      Learn to can. Must to do this!
8.      Read more. Starting with anatomy books and the history of yoga.
9.      Seek out new music. Build playlists for S. Dance and sing, clap and shake, love music, live in music.
10.  More joy, less worry.

In an attempt to archive some stuff for Baby S

The names I currently call my daughter:
Stinker Binker, Barnabus, Sylvester, Stinky, Cuddles the Baby, Monkey, Monkey Face, Monkey Butt,  Big Baby, Baby Head Face, Baby Monster, Little Dentist (thank you AG), Syl, Sunshine, Sunshine Face, Sunny Butt, Wild One, Wild Baby Monster

When do I stop calling her baby?

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Cooking Without Lists

Some where there is an artist who collected lists, lists found, I believe, and made them into art. The lists of my life would accurately illustrate each stage of my life. My list today is as follows: diapers, wipes, eggs, bananas, condoms, coffee

From a purse tucked in the back of the closet:
wine, good cheese, ½ n ½, crackers, mangos, avocados, strawberry/clove cigarettes, eggs

And found in camping gear:
graham crackers, hersheys, marshmallows, lighter, paper towels, windex, cat treats

That’s all.

Saturday, July 2, 2011


So, my IUD is implanted into my uterine lining. Barf. I have to have a procedure to have it removed. Barf again. It really hurts. It's lame. I am so, so over this whole drama with my womb. No more after Tuesday. Just get this IUeffingD out of my body and leave my uterus alone!

(Note to S: You are totally worth all the trouble and pain. The joy you brings outweighs any and all suffering. You are dear and perfect and wanted!)

To My True Love, A Poem-ish Thing

You are my favorite person, and yes, I know there is a new person around
she is lovely, and wonderful, and perfect, but runs a close second to you
you sit really close and take up just the right amount of space--not too much
when we are still. Thanks for watching Lost with me.
It’s way too scary to watch alone.
Your love is the best gift I have ever had, even better than a hot-pink bike with tassel handlebars, even better than the best chocolate ganache, even better than ocean-fresh sushi at Bayfront Bistro, better than the most beautiful carrots in the world
Don’t forget. I won’t either.