Oh, we have a big day planned, here. We're going to Trader Joe's! AND Ikea! The level of happy this gives me is a testament to exactly how boring my life has become. And yet I do not care, because I need a big container for Legos and some frozen salmon filets, man. Over at Five Full Plates we are wrapping up our 10-week fitness challenge, and this weekend we're launching our next endeavor: Four weeks to clear our space, clear our minds. That's the foofy Zen way of saying we plan to clean our houses. Woooooo, exciting! Almost as good as tubs of tiny chocolate chip cookies which I can no...
Up until just a few years ago, my black thumb was legendary. You name the plant, I could kill it. Not intentionally---never intentionally---yet somehow my efforts to nurture growing things were met with grim, black death. (I have killed cacti, people. Do you know how difficult it is to kill a cactus? It's a gift, I guess.) My record these days is much more favorable; I garden with some measure of success, I keep houseplants alive and occasionally nurture a wilting plant back to health from the brink of neglect (whoops). I'm no longer the blight upon plant-kind that I once was, is my point....
My name is Mir, and I am 38 years old. I don't mind being 38. Oh, sure, 36 was kind of a banner year, and 37 was pretty good, too, and 38 has been kind of a challenge for various reasons (none of them age-related, actually), but I'm not one of those people who's planning to lie about her age. [As a joke, we once told Monkey that I'm 29 now, forever. He was confused and we explained how some women just stop at 29, and he thought this was the funniest thing he'd ever heard, and in true Aspie this-is-now-my-truth fashion now he never misses an opportunity to volunteer that MY MOM IS ONLY 29,...
I received an email scolding from my father for skipping Love Thursday this week, but in my defense, I was sort of busy wallowing. Yesterday was just one of those one-thing-after-another kinds of days, and I was not feeling the love, I admit it. Which brings me to a little epiphany I had last night. But first, an update after y'all were so concerned that I was going to scar my child for life with the silent treatment: And I preface this with just a couple of things. First, I love comments, and I read and consider them all, and I love that folks get so invested and passionate in the things we...
It's Friday, which means 1) my brain is full and I am one marginal step above being an unintelligible idiot until I've had that magical opportunity to sleep late on Saturday and 2) it's my day to post at Five Full Plates. Today I'm talking about sustainable eating choices, and I don't mean hand-pampered organic vegetables that love the earth, I mean "things you do while on a diet" that can segue into being "things you do while eating like a normal human in regular everyday life." Right now I vacillate between low-carb and no-carb, and I'm wondering if carbs and I have broken up forever or if...
I am home from my trip to Texas, and if there's anything I've learned in my half-dozen years of blogging, it's that the crappy and embarrassing experiences are far more interesting than the good ones, for the most part. So although it was a fabulous trip and I got to hang out with people I love and met a slew of new, cool folks, you don't care about any of that, right? (Although: How much do I love Karen Walrond? SO MUCH. She worked her camera magic, and when I saw my own face looking back at me in her Beautiful Faces of Mom 2.0 post I gasped. Karen is lovely inside and out, and I feel and...
So I'm staying at the Four Seasons hotel in Houston this weekend (wooo Mom 2.0 Summit!), and it's all swanky and stuff. Which I expected. Though through a mixture of circumstances and pure luck, my roommate and I were upgraded from the fancy room we were supposed to have to an entire fancy corporate apartment, which is utterly CRAYZEE. I mean, this apartment has a nicer kitchen than my house. (Not that that's hard, but still....) Anyway, we each have our own bedrooms, and our own bathrooms, and probably our own butlers, though I've not spent enough time in the apartment to find out. The part...
The Olympics are pretty exciting stuff, right? Our whole family got pretty jazzed at the prospect of nights spent watching together, seeing the spirit of cooperation and competition, international goodwill, the whole shebang. Now, it's our family tradition to watch a recorded episode of Mythbusters on Friday nights while we eat dinner. The rest of the week, we eat at the table like semi-civilized humans, so this is a big treat for the kids, to eat in front of the TV. Last Friday night, we were all "Okay! Tonight we watch the Olympics opening ceremonies instead!" And we were all buzzing with...
I'm pretty sure I have covered here before how I am not a particularly romantic or sentimental person. Part of me would like to be, but that part has been beaten into submission by the practical part of me that doesn't have the time or the brain space to actually care. So. On Friday I realized that Valentine's Day was this weekend, and I drew close to my beloved and stared deeply into his eyes and said, "I love you. Can we please not do anything for Valentine's this year? Can we just... not?" Otto immediately took on the look of a caged animal. I could almost HEAR the opposing arguments in...
