Showing posts with label Motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Motherhood. Show all posts

Monday, March 19, 2012

Injury at the Playground

Image courtesy of Stoonn at FreeDigitalPhotos

"We have a Mom Down in the Gamma Quadrant of Sector Four, I repeat:  Mom Down."  (Ok, I stole part of that from my son's talking Buzz Lightyear toy...)

Thursday, March 8, 2012

The Quest for a Sweet Mom-mobile Ride

Do you drive a cool Mom-mobile? Do you even care?

For a good run there, I did really care what I drove.  I'd say late teens through my 20's, or so.   (Simply meaning I liked my car, and had other cars I really liked and thought I'd feel cool driving.)  And I knew all kinds of makes and models ... could identify vehicles quickly, including model year, with just a glance at their body shape, tail or head lights. 

Funny how once you become a parent, and have a million and one responsibilities and activities raging through your average day - you kind of forget to care about such a thing.  At least that's how I've been for a good few years now.

Until my husband parked one of these bad boys in my garage yesterday.  He does mobile detailing, and this particular client dropped his vehicle off at our home to get it serviced.

The Toyota 4 Runner:  It's breathtaking... is it not? 
(Photo copyrighted by Toyota)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Gym: A Real Person's Guide to Getting There, Part II

Today, Part II - where I share a few more tips (if you missed Part I, the link is at the bottom)  that have helped me muster up some momentum to get myself to the gym ... in hopes that they may help motivate you, too!

Bring what you need.  Nothing takes the wind out of my sails more than arriving in the locker room, only to discover I have forgotten one of my three absolute necessities:  water bottle, iPod, and swimsuit and towel for the steam room afterwards.

Although not proud of it, on the rare occasion where one of those items is missing:  I have seriously been so disheartened by this turn of events that I literally turned and walked right out of the gym without working out!  Shame on me, I know - but that's my point.  If it's hard for you to go, it doesn't take much to tip the scales over to the "I'm so not doing this today" side.
Photo courtesy of Toa55


Thursday, February 9, 2012

The Gym: A Real Person's Guide to Getting There

We are the masses of real people.  You will likely not find us teaching a Pilates class or bench pressing our own body weight.  But if we could find the time, and the motivation - we'd like to stay active and healthy, and be able to reap the benefits that come from being reasonably fit.


Photo courtesy of photostock

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Tale of a Waking Baby

What DIDN'T we do wrong?  You know as a parent, when you see yourself making these classic parenting mistakes ... and you are well aware of why you shouldn't do what you're doing ... but you can't seem to stop doing it? 


Thursday, December 29, 2011

1st Grader's Perspective: Mom’s Bad Haircut


It’s not that I’m unselfish, or do not enjoy being pampered.  I do.  But I have never been one to spend great amounts of money on my hair at beauty salons.  There is a part of me that would love to have my hair dyed and highlighted professionally on a monthly basis.  There is another, larger and stronger, part of me that is way too cheap to fork over the $100+ per month that this habit would demand.   Whether I have the money or not, I can’t get past all the things I would rather spend $100 on!
Between that and having longish, not-a-hairstyle hair … I typically scrape by with a combination of coloring my own hair and getting it trimmed about once every 6 months.  (I know.  Who do I think I am, right?  Bragging all up in here about my gorgeous do.) 

Friday, December 2, 2011

I make milk. What's your super power?

Years ago while using a one room, no stalls restroom at a client site - I observed that it contained an extra, loose chair.  Just sitting in there.  So that's:  sink, stool ... and extra chair.  I tend to prefer order and reason in my world, and I was completely baffled, and somewhat disturbed, by the what the purpose of this piece of furniture in that environment could possibly be?  Little did I know I had just had my first glimpse into the self sacrificing realm that is the Nursing Mommy!

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