Earlier this year I made the decision to cancel my YMCA membership. Financially and physically it just wasn't making sense for me anymore and I've reallocated my membership $$ to the Hot Yoga Spot. I haven't regretted my choice at all. Well, almost not at all. I was only taking one class a week at … Continue reading Weighing in
Category: musings
Looking for patterns
If you were to look in my closet, you'd notice a number of similar items, like these two dresses, for instance. My tendency to gravitate to a certain style of shoe (chunky Mary Janes, preferably black), boots (knee-high, brown lace-ups) and sweaters (oversize and loosely woven) is easily discernible. I've got a thing for purple … Continue reading Looking for patterns
Expectations
What are "reasonable" expectations? Are you comfortable with those you have and, presumably, honor? I was thinking about some of the expectations I have and considering their degree of realism. I think I do ok with most of them. My problem comes when I allow something external to start putting the squeeze on me - … Continue reading Expectations
Longing for spring
As I've recently confessed, I love winter. I like cashmere and wool and boots and colorful scarves and hats that hide hair mishaps. You know I am undaunted by cold temperatures and that I'm happy when there is deep, fresh snow. Crockpot suppers, roasted root vegetables and hearty stews are some of my favorite (and … Continue reading Longing for spring
The Kiss
There’s been a lot of internet chatter about this video of “strangers” kissing. It’s sparked some conversation – about first kisses, the remarkable beauty of the strangers, and about being manipulated, yet again, by a clever marketing strategy. I haven’t watched the video yet and don’t know if I ever will. I can be resistant, … Continue reading The Kiss
Who are you?
In the last 10 years, I've been referred to by each of the following names: Boy Mom, Wine Wench, Lipstick Librarian, Runner Girl, Seen Shooter, DelSo Blogger, Yoga Momma, Snow Bunny, Bookworm and recently, Dairy Queen. I imagine there were a few other things I've been called, but I'm talking about what people have said … Continue reading Who are you?
Giving up
You may not know this, but both of my parents came from large Catholic families. Is that redundant? I actually have an aunt and two deceased great aunts, who became nuns, for real. I grew up hearing about how my mother's family went to morning mass every day, staying for a marathon mass on Sundays. … Continue reading Giving up
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