i love flossing my teeth.  the sensation rivals that achieved by a good clean swipe of a q-tip in the ear.  both? pure sensory heaven for me.  

i am thinking about trying a neti pot for my allergy/sinus related issues.  people have been telling me for years to use one but the thought using a nose-douche skeeves me out and frankly i fear that it will feel like drowning, but i am sick of stuffed up sinuses and ears so i figure it’s worth a shot.

i have a hard time believing that my Wii fit age is 37 when i am just shy of being 31, and a relatively fit and healthy 31 at that. also, it told me that i am a “yoga novice.”  clearly my Wii fit is a liar, except when it told me that i have a normal BMI…i accept that evaluation.  it also told my husband that his Wii fit age is 50!  ha!  i can’t see this turning into a little competition or anything….nope.  not at all.  

my husband and i should really write a book about dorks in love.  as i came to the bottom of the stairs and illuminated my iphone screen to help guide my way up the treacherous 6 steps to the top of the landing, i saw that my husband was standing on the landing with his Blackberry held aloft to light my path and guided me the rest of the way upstairs.  aaah, my torchbearer.  two years into this marriage and he still finds new ways to surprise me with his chivalry.  

i’ve got a new project i’m diving into tomorrow.  more details forthcoming

in keeping with the loose thematic thread of health and the cleaning out of body goo, i am thinking about starting a cleanse of some sort.  i don’t know what, yet, but i know that i have to do something about my digestion.  when the following conversation takes place in your living room more than once, you know it’s time.   

ME: dude, i wouldn’t walk over that way if i were you  <circling my arms to indicate large area of toxic fumes radiating around me.  circling of arms probably counter productive as they served to waft the offensive fumes all around the room>

HUSBAND:  dude?!  you fart like a man!  ugh!  <runs and covers nose with shirt>

ME:  yes, but you married me anyway, remember?  happy anniversary!  

and there you have my confession, folks.  i’m kinda gassy.  i hope it’s not lactose intolerance because cheese and ice cream are two of my best friends.  i’d be sad to see them go. 

i’m trying really really super really hard to break a “habit” that i’ve had for a long, long time.  it’s not really a habit as much as it is a DSM diagnosed mental health “quirk” that makes me the unique creature i am today, but i’m ready for it to be gone.  i’m trying to stay positive and say “YES!  i can do this” but i don’t know that i really can.  i’ve tried many times over the years to fix it, but part of me doesn’t even know i want this “quirk” to go away.  part of me likes this “quirk”, but i know that there will be benefits and rewards to being “quirk-free”

time for bed.  i hope i sleep well.

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two down, a lifetime to go

September 30, 2008

two years ago today i stood beneath a spectacular, cloudless colorado blue sky, awash in the glow of the vibrant yellow aspen trees, and I vowed to love, honor and respect my best friend. I vowed to cheer with him when the steelers win, and give him space when they don’t. I promised to always be his number-one fan. I didn’t make any promises to watch English premiere league soccer or take part in endless discussions about fantasy football, however, so I still reserve the right to seek out “me time” on saturdays, sundays, mondays, and thursdays, particularly between the months of September and January.

we’ve been through a lot in the last two years, some days it feels more like 20. there is no one in this world I would rather spend my life with. thank you for loving me, supporting me, tolerating my insanity, spoiling me, working so hard for our family, and being the best husband and baby-daddy in the world.

i don’t care about handbags, i never wear jewelry other than my wedding ring and a toe ring that’s been on my foot for 15 years, i am barefoot 90% of the time (the other 10% i am wearing flip flops), i don’t give a rat’s ass about fashion, i eat organic food, i don’t wear makeup, i cloth diaper my baby, i dream about planting a huge garden (after i get my black thumbs replaced with green ones), i listen to NPR obsessively, i believe in liberty and justice for all, and i meditate and do yoga daily.  i think i’d fit right in. 

do you think hippie communes have wi-fi?

i don’t care about handbags, i never wear jewelry other than my wedding ring and a toe ring that’s been on my foot for 15 years, i am barefoot 90% of the time (the other 10% i am wearing flip flops), i don’t give a rat’s ass about fashion, i eat organic food, i don’t wear makeup, i cloth diaper my baby, i dream about planting a huge garden (after i get my black thumbs replaced with green ones), i listen to NPR obsessively, i believe in liberty and justice for all, and i meditate and do yoga daily.  i think i’d fit right in. 

do you think hippie communes have wi-fi?

up next: fire and brimstone

September 26, 2008

::zzzztttt  ppppfffffff::

that’s the sound of my brain shutting off.  it’s a matter of self-preservation at this point.  i can’t watch the news, i can’t think about politics, i can’t listen to one more word about wall street and the economy and trillion-dollar bailouts, and OHMYGOD if i have to hear another word out of sarah palin’s mouth i am going to reach through the tv and grab her fucking rifle and whack her over the head with it.  

it’s all just too much.

we are fortunate, though.  my husband has a job.  i have an education, so if push came to shove i could get a job.  we have a lovely, comfortable home.  we are not saddled with mountains of “bad” debt (let’s all agree that student loans are “good” debt, okay?), we have health insurance (unlike 46 million of my fellow americans – let’s talk about that for a second, senator mccain).

i care about politics, i care passionately about this election.  i am scared to think about what could happen if the republicans continue to control the white house.  i am terrified to imagine my daughter growing up in a country where women don’t have the right to choose, where she will not get a decent education, where human rights and civil liberties no longer exist.  

i urge every single person in this country to register AND vote.  study the candidates, study the issues, determine what is important to you and to the future of this country.  as a woman, as a mother, as an american, and as a human, i truly believe that the future is in OUR hands.  

if you hear me screaming at the tv during the debate tonight, please bring wine.

he stopped at a farm stand today to buy me flowers, but the flowers sucked so he bought me some fresh peaches instead.  peaches taste way better than flowers.

quick post, i'm sleepy

September 22, 2008

i had a phenomenal weekend in breckenridge with three amazing friends, or as we four compadres like to consider ourselves, sister-wives.  after a long vetting process in which we touted the virtues, skill sets, and physical apperarance of a wide range of candidates, we nominated george clooney to become the leader of our harem.  we may have arrived at this decision after much wine, but we feel confident that he will be a good addition.