Diaper pins and needles
Posted on September 29, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | 18 Comments
I so wanted to love acupuncture, but … sigh, I didn’t. I realize I’m dismissing it after only one session, a session that quite possibly was not really representative of acupuncture on the whole, seeing as I had it done in a room that more closely resembled a supply closet than say, the tranquil, calming [...]
Far eastern promises
Posted on September 25, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | 11 Comments
Because I’ve decided to forgo traditional medicinal treatment to combat my crazy emotional swings, many of you suggested some alternative ideas, like yoga, acupuncture and massage as a way to calm down and relax already, jeez. Man, do I wish massage was covered by my insurance, because if so, I’d be all over that idea. [...]
The pregnant prerogative
Posted on September 24, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | 5 Comments
Me: We need to stop at the store to pick up some milk.Him: OK.Me: Oh, and we’re out of butter, too.Him: I think there’s a stick left.Me: Yeah, but that’s like … dangerously low, in my opinion.Him: Well, in that case, we’re also out of ice cream.Me: Oh no.Him: And chips. We’re definitely out of [...]
The metamorphosis
Posted on September 23, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | 7 Comments
Every time I catch a glimpse of my full-body profile in a mirror or the reflection of a window, I am taken aback by what I now see. My mid-section has swelled into the unmistakable silhouette of a pregnant woman, as it should, and yet, the expansion is somewhat alarming when caught from the corner [...]
And on the seventh day, the lord said, ‘Let there be cupcakes.’
Posted on September 22, 2008 | Category: Sunday Supper | 11 Comments
Last Sunday, I was hankering for a basic chocolate frosted cupcake. As per usual I scoured the interwebs in search of the “perfect” recipe. And by perfect, I mean a recipe that didn’t call for a bunch of expensive or hard-to-find ingredients, knowing I had only about a cup of cocoa powder on hand. A [...]
Stick with me baby
Posted on September 19, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | 17 Comments
Well, poo. I think I spoke too soon about being better, because this week was another rough one. There were a couple of mellow days at the beginning, where no news about our house situation just felt like, well, no news, so why unnecessarily fret? But another disappointing exchange with a professional in the real [...]
Better now
Posted on September 15, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | 9 Comments
Sometimes all a girl needs to clear her head is an afternoon spent picking blackberries in the sun with the two (well, three, actually!) loves of her life. A slice of warm blackberry pie with a heavy-handed dollop of old-fashioned vanilla ice cream does wonders for a weary soul, too, I also discovered this weekend. [...]
Sedona Jen
Posted on September 14, 2008 | Category: Saturday Snapshot | 7 Comments
Last week when I had hit rock bottom, emotionally speaking, Roth gingerly asked me, “When will we get back Sedona Jen?” By that he meant, when will the Jen who was able to kick back, relax and enjoy herself, like I did while we were in Sedona, return? Well, I’m happy to report that she’s [...]
Kramer: You’re a portly fellow, a bit long in the waistband. What’s your pleasure? Is it the salty snacks you crave? No no no, yours is a sweet tooth.
Posted on September 12, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | 7 Comments
I don’t know about everyone else, but I am ready for a respite from all the crazy-ass mama drama all up in this place. Jeez. Seriously, y’all are awesome, with your kind comments, Tweets and e-mails, so again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I realize this roller coaster of emotions that has [...]
If you cry, I’ll make wine with your tears
Posted on September 11, 2008 | Category: Uncategorized | 27 Comments
I had my annual eye exam this afternoon, and I found it pretty ironic that the optometrist was concerned about my lack of tear production when all I’ve done for the last 24 hours is cry uncontrollably about our house re-finance situation. Perhaps my emotional wells had simply run dry, and I was all cried [...]
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