Nominate me for the Nobel Peace Prize

Nominate me for the Nobel Peace Prize

download (17)Seriously. I have figured out some serious shit today. In reading the book The Sweet Potato Queens’ Field Guide to Men: Every Man I Love Is Either Married, Gay, or Dead the author talks about “Man Ears”. To quickly sum up – Man Ears is what all men have that make it so that everything we say somehow becomes an invitation for sex. Example: “Let’s watch a movie” becomes “I want to watch nasty porn with you and have sex with you while watching it” Example: “Would you pass me the newspaper please?” becomes “I will give you a blow job” You get the idea.

So today, I get the following email from my brother Professor (of “Hi I’m Prof, wanna fuck?” famed pick up line – only continuing to prove the “Man Ears” theory): “When are you moving?? I saw Dad yesterday and he said he knew nothing about you moving until last Saturday when he was at Gma’s.”

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My Buyer’s remorse

My Buyer’s remorse
Yesterday was an extreme case of Buyer’s Remorse for me.  I typed up a blog post.  Saved it.  Reread it.  Saved it.  Read it again.  And then finally hit the publish button.I immediately felt torn.  Should I have published the post?  Should I have just kept it to myself? It was a post about  my fascination with career tests and my dream of being a millionaire and regrets of being a mom when I was still a young girl.
The first few comments made me feel proud of taking the risk and publishing my true and honest opinions on my blog.  And then I got some comments that made me wretched and heartsick and physically nauseous.  I should have kept that post to myself.  I shouldn’t have hit publish.  We’re all just moms doing our best to survive, so why would I add fuel to a fire of controversy?
I unpublished this post, I disabled all comments and then I got angry.  Really angry.  It’s MY BLOG.  Who cares what anyone else thinks?  I don’t blog for anyone but myself.  I do love readers and comments, but in the end this is for me.  Did I get some hurrahs from readers?  Great!  Did I possibly alienate myself from some others?  Maybe.  In the end, it doesn’t matter.
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Couponing Overload: Confessions of a Coupon Addict

Couponing Overload: Confessions of a Coupon Addict
First let me start off saying that couponing has helped my family save thousands over the past 3 years. Without couponing I would not know what to do.
  However, I think we have gone overboard in recent months. Here is how I know we have gone astray:
 
Calculate the Monthly Budget/Spending
I usually calculate the budget spending for the month and we have gone over the allotment for the last 5 months. At first I thought it was just the increase in grocery prices, but as I looked closely at the receipts it was much more.
Overspending on Non-essentials
Looks like we got into the habit of spending on things we didn’t necessarily need. For example, the local Save a Lot was closing and they were having a store sale. Instead of my dad getting a few items he got $90 worth of things we didn’t need.
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Reasons I Hate Run

Reasons I Hate Run

Once a week I subject myself to the ugliest run possible. I hit the gnarliest trail I know in all its mountainous, muddy, rutty, rocky, ankle breaking glory. And it is awful. I call this my hate run, because quite frankly it is fucking terrible. It doesn’t leave me joyful and optimistic. It doesn’t get easier, even after 6 months of practice, and I haven’t even shaved time off my miles on it. It’s not even fun. While I’m running it I hate every minute.

When I’m finished I feel broken, angry, and frustrated. It makes me want to quit running forever. People always say you should do what you love, I am even guilty of saying that at times, but that’s kind of a misleading concept.

If everyone only did what they loved, we would all find something else to bitch about. Born out of these bouts of running with hatred though are the really really good times. And I think if I ditched my hate run in favor of continual happy sunshine I would definitely take those good times for granted. I don’t know if this weekly ritual has had any play in making me better at running. I don’t even know if it’s just a masochistic endeavor that will end in injury someday. But for now hate running remains on my to do list. I guess what it all boils down to is that I don’t think there is such a thing as being over-prepared. Brace yourself for the worst, expect the worst, and maybe you will come out pleasantly surprised, in running and in life

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10 Reasons Why I Love to Run

10 Reasons Why I Love to Run

Who are we really trying to kid here? Reason number 7 that I love to run was something I discovered this weekend at the Lee Foster Memorial 5 Mile Run in Saint Marys (being the 7th race of my life – and my quest to 30, I thought it was fitting). Let me start this recap by saying in the days leading up to this race, my motivation to go run it tanked dramatically. I don’t know why, but I was extremely nervous for this one.

I knew it was just a flat out and back, I knew I could run 5 miles (seriously, I just ran 10 the Monday before, and it wasn’t a flat out and back!), but for some reason, I thought I was going to choke. Like straight up get to mile 2, fall on my face, and die alone on the street everyone would make fun of me. I even enlisted my mother in law to ride along so that I couldn’t back out last minute. I don’t know how I could come off of just completing a Tough Mudder and get intimidated by a little local race, but it happened.

I’m so glad I got over it, because this race was really a blast. I ran without my GPS and put on one of my favorite Clutch albums for tunes, and just dropped the hammer. I soon found my pace with a girl close to my age and a man who was in his 70s, but they both were keeping about 10 seconds faster per mile than I could.

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It’s The Little Things

It’s The Little Things

Tonight I went to a neighborhood party and it was actually fun! Nothing crazy happened. We ate, drank, talked and laughed. Neither of the boys had any kind of meltdown, they both ate something and neither of them got into any kind of scuffle with any of the other dozen or so toddlers at the party.

They’re just getting to that age when the two of them can each play and have enough direction from us to be “good” boys (or at least have the potential to be).

So I’m happy. I’m just happy that we could be at a social gathering, that I could talk to a few people without interruption, that my boys played by themselves a little without any controversy or tears, and that my husband was so helpful. It may not seem like much to some but to me, it was a monumental evening. It’s the little things that make me happy these days.

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One Day Power Vacation

One Day Power Vacation

I felt really free today. One day of vacation with my husband at a hotel in a fun city. We’re going back home tomorrow. One day is perfect! I could enjoy it without guilt. We stayed late at dinner with friends. In fact, we talked until after MIDNIGHT, which is way later than our usual bedtime!

I didn’t think once about what time it was or about having to rush home to relieve the babysitter. But I’m also so happy to go back tomorrow to see the kids. I think that long vacations are totally over rated. One good day is much better than a full week of vacation.

There are all these great benefits to having a good one day “power” vacation (like a power lunch but longer).
1) It’s so much cheaper than a long vacation.

2) You can splurge on whatever you want to do (again because it’s probably going to be cheaper than if you had stayed longer).

3) It’s less time away from your kids…ergo less guilt and MORE fun.

4) Because you know it’s going to end soon, you savor each moment: Every ray of sunshine, every bite of delicious food, every step of a casual walk, every deep relaxed breath. And finally, one day means less packing, less carrying, and less unpacking!

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