30 January 2014
29 January 2014
14 January 2014
You can only begin to imagine my elation (defined above) when BLUNTmoms mastermind Julie bestowed upon me a Sunshine Award. It came after a particularly rough and barfy day, and her love warmed my world like, well, sunshine. A Sunshine Award is FBBB (for bloggers, by bloggers), and a way to recognize people who have charmed, supported, enlightened, and inspired the awarder in recent months.
09 January 2014
Today I succeeded in remedying the nut craze that overtook me in recent days. Yes, I just said nut craze. And, yes, I know nuts are healthy. But not in the amounts consumed around these parts since the third week in December. I needed a nut cleanse.
(Yup. Just said nut cleanse.)
08 January 2014
06 January 2014
After a week of snow in which Kid A spent much time transfixed at the window, Wisconsin's in the middle of a cold snap the meteorological world is calling a polar vortex. Polar. Vortex. Just in case you skipped over it without imagining a cool-hued Windows '97 screensaver raging outside.
I've never been privy to anything so ominous sounding, so I'm going with it and embracing this temperature equivalent of a Sharknado. From inside. I've dashed into the garage a few times without a coat just to feel the shock of it, but mostly I've been curled up with a kid, computer, or mug of something hot. (I really wanted to say steaming right there, but I'm still feeling queasy after Miss Teen USSR's public toilet mishap.)
Bring it on.
p.s. Does anyone else think this weather phenomenon is the ice gods throwing a fit that I didn't get sent to the Arctic? They're all like, IF JESS ISN'T COMING TO THE ARCTIC, WE'LL GO ALL POLAR VORTEX ON YOUR S*** AND BLOW THE NORTH F***ING POLE DOWN TO SIXTY FIVE MILLION PEOPLE.
You too? Okay, good. I was getting all flipped out that I was being dramatic. Kisses!
05 January 2014
The past twelve months were good to me. We welcomed a dimple-cheeked little girl into our chaos in February, traveled just enough, argued less, played more, and spent the final weeks enveloped by snow and family. My mental health only minimally veered into the red.
I'm too spent (read: lazy) to give you pre-meditated advice for the next twelve, so I'll direct you elsewhere. Here are four 2014 launches that aren't emotional flagellation, vastly different from one another but all dead-on.
03 January 2014
Here's the truth. I don't.
The mister and I gave ourselves the best present: a little more than 24 hours away (from our darling but thoroughly exhausting children). Destination: Milwaukee, nearest city to both our childhoods. A night in the Iron Horse Hotel and two half-days spent strolling and eating and talking, or not talking. The best pastrami in town. A quiet breakfast. A movie in bed. A textile-lust party at the new Pendleton flagship store. Hat perusing. Everything by choice, everything done at a speed of our choosing.
02 January 2014
Despite my golden rule, I struggled with a desire to construct a playhouse, a space too small for adults to invade, a place where normal rules about messes and markers and stickers didn't apply.
01 January 2014
freezing my tail off in the Arctic behind a pack of lionhearted dogs; finding out I didn't win the jury-selected number two spot was pretty disheartening. But, as is necessary, after pity partying for a couple days I began plotting next year's entry and moved on, albeit grudgingly.