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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

SERENITY NOW!

Do you ever get angry for no good reason? Not annoyed, but full-blown combative? That has been me for the past two days. I've been irrational, irritated, irate and 9 other "ir" words. There's no way around it, folks. I'm just plain pissed. But why? On "paper" my life is perfect and on the up and up.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

As of late...

I know, I know. It's been a while. I have no excuse save one...I'm lazy. Oh, wait.. So, Sucky is growing by leaps and bounds and is smiling socially, cooing and giggling his way into everyone's hearts. Each day with him is a joy and I am eternally grateful to him for choosing me to be his mother. My... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Is it morbid to have a "Bucket List"?

I'm gonna say no. I think it's healthy and necessary to keep in mind at all times that we are in fact mortal for one and have only a limited amount of time to indulge in certain experiences in this skin for another. I know it's technically resolution season, but isn't a bucket list a kind of long... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

I have a very bad attitude today...and I don't care.

Have good manners and common sense gone the way of the sabre tooth? First a disclaimer: When there's very little wrong with your life, sometimes one resorts to complaining about petty things. Please don't say I didn't warn you. This morning I jokingly asked my husband if he was going to pick up... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Sucky is as Sucky does...

Poor Sucky. He was up all night last night, which of course means that I was up all night as well. I thought we'd gotten through his colickiness (word?) but alas, it struck again. I've heard this all passes by the fourth month. I'm hanging on by a very thin thread my friends, but hanging on... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Frenemies...and other mindless meanderings

It's uncanny really. Every time I go to do yoga, no matter the time or conditions or day Sucky wakes up screaming before I can even get through my first chair pose. I've decided that he hates my yoga mentor, Steve Ross. I think just the sound of Steve's voice wrenches the rage right from Sucky's... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

On the possibility of cancer...

I've been here many times already so I suppose I knew it was coming. The doctor called today to tell me that my test results came back "abnormal"...again. It's been a while since I've had to entertain the idea of being diagnosed with cancer. I was supposed to undergo some testing last year when I... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Cleansing the Lens

It's amazing what you can accomplish once you've decided to start living your life. It's also amazing how much peace you can derive from finally untangling the purpose of your life from all that is extraneous and well, erroneous. Now I know why folks hang out in caves on a mountain top for years at... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

My condo is haunted, I think.

So, I'm upstairs putting away clothes and gazing adoringly at Sucky gurgling in his bouncy chair when I hear a huge clamor downstairs. My heart nearly detached itself from my body as I froze and immediately started to run through the possibilities of what could have caused such a loud crash. Of... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

"Sleep is for the weak"

That's the message scrawled across one of Sucky's onesies...a gift from his godmother at my baby shower. Sometimes it makes me laugh. Not so much when I'm on the tail-end of one of his 3 hour screaming fits that begin sharply at 2 am. In college we studied the function of sleep. There are a lot of... Sign in to see full entry.

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