Let’s just start out by saying this. I’m not 100% percent bitter, only about 83%. And not at all moms. Just 31% of them. But a title called “Why I’m 83% Bitter at 31% of Moms” gave my math phobic self severe heart palpitations.
One of my favourite bloggers once said “everyone has something”, a statement referring to the idea that each person is going through their own battle- a notion that has really hit home with me in the last few months. Bloggers with children are no exception. I read a lot of blogs of women in their 30′s and …READ MORE
You know, I feel sometimes like I haven’t been fair. Before H.A.D. was diagnosed, I turned to the internet and asked for help. And everyone responded in huge, gorgeous and memorable ways by posting my plea. And after we found out he had Multiple Myeloma? You all responded again, through your kind words, the worlds best video and donations. And then H.A.D. got overwhelmed and I fell apart and nothing felt easy or right and it seemed so much easier to not share, not talk, not explain. It seemed easier to sit in my own stew of feelings- of jealousy …READ MORE
1. I don’t need to spend a Saturday night hanging out with people who saw me during my “Mondetta Sweatshirt = Formal Wear” phase.
2. I still haven’t gotten over the fact that in the sixth grade my arch enemy told people I bought boys deodorant.
3. Umm… reunions are for catching up with people and finding out what they are doing with their lives. That’s what Facebook is for now. And I don’t have to make small talk while stalking. Win!
4. I saw my tenth grade crush the other day and he’s losing all his hair. Oh! And …READ MORE
For reasons I will never be able to articulate, I seem to swing violently between being 100% confident in my life and my choices and the direction I’m going- to the other extreme, 100% puddle on the kitchen floor, all emo with mascara stains on my cheeks feeling like I have yet to make a right choice and my life is doomed for failure before I hit thirty. There’s no in between, no grey area, no room to stretch- to accept that some choices might have been successes while others were failures. I paint everything with the same brush: it’s …READ MORE
Obama equals change. 40 is the new 30. Iphones make you cool, not recycling equals polar bear murder, drinking beer will always mean you get the hot blonde in minimal clothing. We are bombarded with the idea that so much of what we see and taste and believe in, is equal to something else. Will result in something else. That our world consists of people, events, products that can be easily interchanged with other people, events and products. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and realized that though this can often be true, it is just as often …READ MORE
Watch this. It’s free, the soundtrack is excellent and you get to see joy on the face of many when they get free noodles and underwear.
Also? I couldn’t think of a better time for it to be released, could you?
I’m heading out the door, to you know… the sub. For the niece. This poor girl She’s probably wonderful but anytime I say ‘the niece‘, I say it in the same way people say ‘the gout’, or ‘the bastard ex boyfriend’. Clearly I need to work on this.
I’m also in two other places today….
1. I’m here talking about Pacey, cheese and pirates. (Ben has already boo’ed me for this post, so you know I’ve said something wrong…) 2. I’m here talking about why I’m like a camel.
Have a great weekend universe!
* This post was inspired by the new website I’m excited to be a part of. To read a more comprehensive list of what I’ve learned in my seven glorious years as a 20something, head over here. And even if you couldn’t care less about what I’ve learned about blow dryers and beer, head over there anyway and check out the other wonderful thoughts by writers far more talented than me.
Listing what I’ve learned in my 20′s seems foolish now that I’ve started. What I thought I knew, I forgot. Lessons I thought I’ve learned, need repeating. Mantras …READ MORE