Ok, so I'm a conformist. In the last few weeks, about 5 different people have gushed at how great Amazon Fresh is. How impressed they were with the quality of the produce, freshness of the meat, convenience of having groceries delivered to their house. I started thinking it might be a wise thing to start doing after the baby arrived, it would take a lot of pressure off to make grocery store tri[...]

Snippets of the weekend

 
 
 
 
 
Friday :: Cruised down to the MadCap Farmer's Market to pick up our CSA Box from Oxbow Farms, filled with a plethora of greens and wonderfully freshly picked veggies. They also still had Tomato Starts, which we thought we had missed out on for this season because of our little hospital stay. So we ended up cruising into the neighboring Grocery Outlet to get some cash. We were wowed by the really[...]

In different directions

 
 
 
 
 
dilatory \DIL-uh-tor-ee\, adjective: 1. Tending to put off what ought to be done at once; given to procrastination. 2. Marked by procrastination or delay; intended to cause delay; -- said of actions or measures. Dilatory is from Latin dilatorius, from dilator, "a dilatory person, a loiterer," from dilatus, past participle of differre, "to delay, to put off," from dis-, "apart, in different directi[...]

Home

 
 
 
 
 
Home, it feels so good. Unfortunately I spent Sunday afternoon through Tuesday afternoon in the Hospital with a bad bought of completely random Asthmatic Exasperation. A very similar thing happened when I was pregnant with Araiya, though it developed more slowly, where I found myself out of the blue battling asthma, which I have never had before. Scary to find yourself suddenly completely out of b[...]

Ways of seeing

 
 
 
 
 
I often wonder, as I watch my kid's turn some ordinary object into hours of fun playtime, how starkly I remember being a child, seeing the world and the objects around me in a completely different way. Unrestricted by the jading of adulthood and experience. Free in the unrestricted realms of my imagination. I wonder if we loose that ability, or does it just become obscured as we grow in knowl[...]

Packages

 
 
 
 
 
Ohh, I love getting mail. Wait, I should preface: Good Mail. Packages with fun stuff to open. Packages that are slightly unexpected. Or expected. I love it. I think we have gotten a package each week over the past three. First was a piece of artwork we purchased for the girl's new room. Next came a box of goodies from my Mom. Now an adorably itty-bitty Speesees onsie for baby g.3 from my friend Br[...]

Two-hundredth

 
 
 
 
 
This is my 200th post in this journal. Wow. That seems like a pretty significant milestone to me. 200 entries in a little over a year. That equates to an average of half-a-post-a-day. Rather, a post Every-other Day, that makes it sound like a better accomplishment. There are so many things I could say about how keeping an online journal has impacted my life, made me more disciplined with my consis[...]

Hair deuce

 
 
 
 
 
Wow, thanks for all the hair advice. Really need some direction because today I am feeling like the cut, or rather the lack of me styling it correctly, looks a bit too matronly on me. The previous pictures were from right after it was done. Now off on my own with my trying my hand at 'styling' it, I am afraid I am falling rather short in the making it look good category. Regardless, getting it cut[...]

Mom Chop

 
 
 
 
 
My hair and I are in constant battle. A battle I most often loose. Wavy in the back, straight in the front, sometimes frizzy, sometimes flat. I don't really know what to do with it, so have worn it in a pony tail since about the 5th grade. I've tried, really I've tried. I keep coming back for more trials, with all my good intentions, to wear it down. Heck, wear it anyway that isn't tied back. Do[...]

Reveal

 
 
 
 
 
Jonny Cash's HURT (written by Trent Reznor) I hurt myself today to see if I still feel I focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but I remember everything what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I w[...]