I am purging - not food... My house. I have been cleaning and organizing and it feels great. It goes too the whole immediate gratification. Working out - you don't see results right away. Cleaning and organizing really has become some cathartic to me. What is my husband's reaction? "How long is it going to stay this way?" "Isn't this how it is supposed to be?" Arrrrr...
I think the most shocked (and perhaps threatened) is my cleaning person. Now, she really has to clean because there is no crap for her to shuffle around the house.
It's been wonderful - and the downsize - I may have to come up with a hobby once it's all finished. Granted, it's ongoing - but the majority has been done.
Life is good in this neat hood!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I want to be a Happiness Project or a Julie & Julia
I want to have a year long project - the problem is committing or having anything to say.
Oh I have plenty to say - who is listening.
Here is what I is on my little mind today...
Organizing - have been getting better and now I am subscribing to every person's email of the day. I will share the good ones...
Leprechaun Catchers - Who knew?
Isn't that enough?
Oh I have plenty to say - who is listening.
Here is what I is on my little mind today...
Organizing - have been getting better and now I am subscribing to every person's email of the day. I will share the good ones...
Leprechaun Catchers - Who knew?
Isn't that enough?
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Cajun Ear
Today I flat ironed my ear. The top of my ear is now crisp. At least I don't have to worry about it having frizz today.
It's all about the positive!
It's all about the positive!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Life on Jill's Terms
I love tv... lots and lots of tv... Does that make me a bad person? Does that make me a fat person? Does that make me a bad mom? I am trying to restrict my kids' "screen" time - and the problem is I am not so willing to restrict my own screen time. My oldest - NEEDS to watch his shows. I am writing this as I have a dvr'd Private Practice in the background. My 4.5 year old is addicted to his DS - I am lost without my blackberry. I want them to be better than me - but I don't necessarily want to be better. I have a good friend who doesn't let her kids have any screen time during the week. I commend her - I am jealous of her ability to enforce. Enforce.
Last night, I was so tired - (the weather, the binge) - I just wanted to lay in bed. I mustered the energy to nuke some fish sticks and nuggets for my kids and against my better judgment I let the older one eat his fish sticks in the living room because I wasn't in the mood to fight. My husband was more pissed that I let him eat popcorn in the living room earlier after I made such a stick about the rugs being cleaned.
Where is my resolve to stick to anything? To structure for my kids, to structure for myself? To a food plan, exercise regime, even to promise to call.
I remember two of the last conversations I had with my mother. One, was my mom reminding me I never called right back when I said I would. Caller ID call waiting sucks. I always called back, it was not just always "right away." I probably wouldn't do it any differently, but at the same time - I wish it wasn't something that she said to me at the end. The other last thing was "don't quit my day job." I was singing in a joking way to cheer her up. She did say loving things to me over my life - but those were the last two - she was good at the digs. I don't resent her for those last words. I told her I loved her when she was in the morphine induced coma at the end. I told her how much I loved her - over and over. They say that hearing is the last to go - and I hope she heard my words.
In late April,. my mom and I forgave ourselves for our actions of the past. In some ways, I wish those were her last words. I can make them mine. Create my own truth - ha - the story of my life.
I feel so much better when I write- why do I drop off the blogging universe when I have so much that I want to get out.
I am reading "Moose" by Stephanie Klein. It is her memoir from fat camp. I never went to fat camp - but the identification with her feelings and thoughts is freaky. And yet, there is a lot of envy. Envy of her ability to share these intimate thoughts without fear of what others will think.
Even this little blog. I want people to read it - but not people I know. I used to want every person to read it -but then I would blog for those people who knew me. And then I would be angry they were reading it. It's like my issue with Facebook. I don't want people talking to me about things I say on Facebook in person. Isn't that weird? Why does that bother me so? I wonder if there is a name for that. It can't be lurking, because they comment on it - just to me...
Oh boy.
Last night, I was so tired - (the weather, the binge) - I just wanted to lay in bed. I mustered the energy to nuke some fish sticks and nuggets for my kids and against my better judgment I let the older one eat his fish sticks in the living room because I wasn't in the mood to fight. My husband was more pissed that I let him eat popcorn in the living room earlier after I made such a stick about the rugs being cleaned.
Where is my resolve to stick to anything? To structure for my kids, to structure for myself? To a food plan, exercise regime, even to promise to call.
I remember two of the last conversations I had with my mother. One, was my mom reminding me I never called right back when I said I would. Caller ID call waiting sucks. I always called back, it was not just always "right away." I probably wouldn't do it any differently, but at the same time - I wish it wasn't something that she said to me at the end. The other last thing was "don't quit my day job." I was singing in a joking way to cheer her up. She did say loving things to me over my life - but those were the last two - she was good at the digs. I don't resent her for those last words. I told her I loved her when she was in the morphine induced coma at the end. I told her how much I loved her - over and over. They say that hearing is the last to go - and I hope she heard my words.
In late April,. my mom and I forgave ourselves for our actions of the past. In some ways, I wish those were her last words. I can make them mine. Create my own truth - ha - the story of my life.
I feel so much better when I write- why do I drop off the blogging universe when I have so much that I want to get out.
I am reading "Moose" by Stephanie Klein. It is her memoir from fat camp. I never went to fat camp - but the identification with her feelings and thoughts is freaky. And yet, there is a lot of envy. Envy of her ability to share these intimate thoughts without fear of what others will think.
Even this little blog. I want people to read it - but not people I know. I used to want every person to read it -but then I would blog for those people who knew me. And then I would be angry they were reading it. It's like my issue with Facebook. I don't want people talking to me about things I say on Facebook in person. Isn't that weird? Why does that bother me so? I wonder if there is a name for that. It can't be lurking, because they comment on it - just to me...
Oh boy.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Just watched Julie and Julia
It makes me want to blog...
It makes me want to write...
It doesn't make me want to wear pearls.
It makes me want to write...
It doesn't make me want to wear pearls.
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