Blonde Antithesis

Happy Wednesday.

So, tomorrow is the first day of May. Usually, I’m a huge fan of this time of year. I love springtime in Florida…or anywhere for that matter. London, in May, was especially beautiful…

But, this year May is something to work through…

I began blogging on May 16th, a year ago. It was a matter of survival back then…much more than just a hobby. I was re-reading some of my earliest blogs this morning…thinking back to how I felt a year ago. Probably not the best idea on a “Happy Wednesday”…but, oh well.

The spring, last year, was incredibly painful on many fronts. I think I’m just now coming to terms with how deeply the strife and turmoil affected me. So now I’ve spent a lot of time this spring thinking things like “a year ago today, I was…”. I guess it’s all a part of the healing process.

I know…I know, this isn’t really “Happy Wednesday” talk. Sorry. I guess that’s why I haven’t blogged much lately. My thoughts don’t really make for a very inspiring read. Sorry again.

Anyway, happy, happy Wednesday…it really is happy, after all - and a beautiful spring day to boot.

Do you every wonder where sayings like that come from: “To Boot”…what does that mean? Maybe it originated from pirates and they would pillage and plunder to get the “booty”…and so an additional bonus would be “to boot”…or maybe it has to do with a guy’s boot…

These are the kind of things that I ponder…like this morning when I couldn’t remember whether it was an acre or a mile that has 5,280 feet in it…turns out it’s a mile - an acre has 43,560 sq. feet in it…

Now this is more like “Happy Wednesday” talk…and informational…to boot!

So, have a happy, happy Wednesday. I’m currently trying to lighten my “it’s almost May” mood by watching “Dharma and Greg”…I really can relate to Dharma for some reason. I think if my parents had been hippies, I would’ve turned out a lot like her. I did spend a lot of time at the local health food store getting fresh carrot juice and grinding our own organic peanut butter…plus, Barbie wasn’t allowed in our house because my mom believed they sent the wrong message to young girls (they kind of objectify women)…hey, maybe I am “Dharma”…or was, in another life - Just Kidding!

Anyway, Happy Wednesday. I hope you all have many miles…and acres of happiness.

Peace out.

So, Dr. M. very patiently explained that I feel like junk because I’ve been treating my body like junk (”garbage in - garbage out”). He didn’t even quote scripture to me - well, at least not until I made the mistake of quoting scripture to him…

…he could tell I haven’t been eating very well - my blood sugar is way out of whack - so he said, “Someone needs to write down everything you eat for the next two weeks.” I knew I had been busted!

So, I started confessing all my nutritional sins…then I said, “I’m just like Paul - what I ought to do, I don’t do, and what I shouldn’t do…that I do!”

To which he replied, “Very good, you’re quoting Romans 7 - but just like it says in Revelation, “the book shall be opened…” your body reveals the truth…

Touche!

So, we went straight from his office to Whole Foods…

…and we had a gorgeous Norwegian salmon on a bed of spinach leaves with beautiful dark red kidney beans.

And now I’m back on the wagon, so to speak…

When we broke the news to the kids last night, Ethan said “Oh great! I hate it when we try to get healthy!! We never get anything good ever again!!!”

I don’t know where he gets his tendency toward being overly dramatic!

Anyway…so I’m still feeling very puny, but once my homemade concoction of about 5 different over-the-counter meds kicked in, I was able to enjoy my day (Sorry to Josh who had a coffee meeting with me and Byron PRE said self-medication…He definiteley saw my:

I-feel-like-junk…

-and-I-don’t-even-get-Starbucks…

-and-now-I-have-to-be-all-healthy-and-nutrious…

-so-I’m-gonna-be-a-grumpy-drama-queen…

side.) Sorry.

And sorry to Byron, too, since he has to live with me (and give me sideways looks at brunch reminding me that: NO I CANNOT HAVE THE LOVELY POTATOES THAT COME WITH MY HEALTHY OMELETTE!!…but I’m not bitter.)

So, there. I’m officially “back on it”…

Peace…I think…

Yeah, Peace.

Is it bad to drink Pepto-Bismol right from the bottle like it’s a coke?

Well, that’s what I’ve been doing since yesterday. Evidently, I’ve picked up some kind of stomach bug…

…and since I’m morally opposed to vomiting under any and all circumstances, I’m just left to suffer for days. But, I like the taste of Pepto-Bismol, so at least that’s something.

I don’t even feel like drinking my Starbucks…I am drinking it…I just don’t feel like drinking it. Everything just tastes like Pepto-Bismol anyway…

I really need to get better - I have so much to do. There’s still a ton to do with moving out of the old house…I’ve seriously neglected my emails…I think my friends have given up on me…and the whole “working out” thing - well, when I said I’m bringing lazy back, I meant it.

But, I’m going to see my German doctor in a little while, so I’m sure I’ll be feeling better soon. Of course, he’s going to chide me on my poor eating habits and quote scripture to me about how my body is a temple…

Oh well, I deserve it.

By the way, Haagen-Dazs makes a phenom ice cream called “Caramel Cone”…it’s to die for (just don’t tell my doctor).

You know how they say “You’ve made your bed, now you have to lie in it”? Well, I’m taking that literally, so I’m gonna take a nap now…

Peace out.

How are you supposed to feel when your first child turns 18? I’ve been asking myself this question all day.

There are so many facets to my feelings today that I don’t know if a single blog could sum it all up.

Eighteen years ago today, I fell hopelessly in love. And now after all that time, unlike some long-term romances, I’m more in love than ever.

Kayleigh Hannah was born today. So, now I’m left to deal with my feelings about my baby becoming an adult…

Well, there’s the tiniest bit of feeling really old, then there’s a lot of feelings like “where did the time go?”. There’s a slight panicky feeling wishing I could slow down time…just for a little while, then there’s excitement to see all that my little girl is going to do with her life. There’s a ton of pride at how strong, yet compassionate she is, and there’s also a feeling of awe that God blessed me with her to begin with.

I realized on her first birthday that having children…and loving them so much is very bittersweet - more sweet than bitter, of course - but the reality is that if you do your job well, they will go…

…from her first step she’s been going - and, in some ways, I feel like I’ve been holding my breath and counting the days ’til now. And now it’s here.

And it’s definitely more sweet than bitter - it has to be when I see what a lovely woman my baby has become.

So, HAPPY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY, KAYLEIGH HANNAH!!! There is no sadness when I think of your life, your future, and all the joy you bring to those who love you.

You rock, and I love you so.

P.S. As soon as I figure out how to do pics with the new wordpress layout, I’ll post some “cute” ones…unless you convince me otherwise…

Love, Mommy.