“Those who wish to sing always find a song”

I’ve finally found my niche in the land of exercise – hello PiYo!!

I, like many other women, have tried 454,345,158 ways to make working out a part of my daily life.  In the past, I’ve only succeeded when there was a deadline – senior prom, that boy I liked in college that had 4% body fat, my wedding…but I just couldn’t make it stick.

I have this way of sabotaging myself, especially when it comes to weight loss.  As mentioned above, I’ve done this before – I know what I need to do to get the results I want.  And many, many, many times, I’ve began that process and then stalled…either because I wasn’t seeing enough progress, or because I was tired, or because I was lazy, or because I hated whatever program I’d chosen.

I think the trick is making it part of your routine, like brushing your teeth and getting dressed, and I had absolutely no desire to do anything I’ve ever tried before every single day!

But this is different…I look forward to this, I feel good when I’m done, and I can’t wait to do it again!  I can see myself doing this consistently.

So it would seem that the part of me that was always giving up, or looking for the next quick fix, turned out to be just the opposite.  “Ya ever feel like your train of thought’s been derailed?  That’s when you press on – Lee nails!”


I forgot my watch….

Two years ago, we took Q to the pumpkin patch way too late in the season, and I decided that the next time, we would go in the first week of October.  We never made it last year.  It’s now close to the end of October.

I took her apple picking last year in early October and she loved it.  I could only imagine that she would love it more a whole year later.  It’s now close to the end of October.

Since March, I’ve been saying I’m going to take her to the farmer’s market.  It’s now the close to the end of October.

Where does the freaking time go???

It’s hard to work full time and be a mom.  How do people have more than one child??  I get home on Friday and I’m spent.  But between picking up Q, or picking up some integral item that is needed for dinner that I somehow forgot, the weekends are my only chance to DO anything.

Add in pressure from work regarding my professional development (meaning taking a test in 3 WEEKS for the Series 7), weekly dance class on Saturday morning, meal planning and play dates and dinners and family, and now I understand why the elusive “they” say it…..there just aren’t enough hours in the day…

hours in day

I am going to make it my mission to find the impalpable balance that is supposed to be the end-all-be-all of life’s happiness!  Either that, or I’m just going to be really damn tired for the next 20 or so years!!

“Those who wish to sing always find a song”

I find that so much of my life is relatable to song lyrics, and often attach music to memories, or the other way around.  I can find a song for every occasion, from the most life-altering events to the most mundane flicker of time.  So from my flair for pairing, “Those who wish to sing always find a song” is born!  A fun little interlude from the usual to just get it out!!!

“I’m so fancy….” – um, no, you’re not.  It would seem that this is a complete contradiction to my previous post, but I did declare that even I have a tendency to judge sometimes!

Stiletto nails, really?  Who thought that was a good idea?

I was trolling Pinterest last night for some dinner inspiration, when I noticed that one of the girls I follow seems obsessive over hair, nails and eyeshadow.  Like pages upon pages of obsessive…and then I see this:

black jeweled pinkish stuff

What the what?

Are they still taking away tweezers and lighters when you board a plane?  What about these? These are not considered a weapon??

I may or may not  have my own little nail obsession (cough cough ::jamberry::), but they are super cute, and by no means deadly:

swirl glam lotus peacock

Thoughts?  I’m giddy to know the general consensus on these!!  Enlighten me!

The power of choice…


Has everyone seen this?  Why is it that, when someone’s personal choice is made public, everyone and their mother thinks that they have the right to persecute that person’s decision??

It’s 2014…have we really not realized as a society that there is, and always will be, diversity??

Some people live their lives based on what they believe religiously, others on what was meant to be will be, and even others on the luck of the draw.  There are about a kazillion different philosophies for mankind to take stake in…who is to say which is the end all, be all??

I just noticed that I was using double question marks – I think it’s because I realize now that we will never be a society of people that accept people different from ourselves.  While I’m not suggesting that we are all inside our own little bubbles, everyone has SOMETHING that they are a Judgy McJudgerson about, even if it’s something minute.  I know I am guilty of it.  So, maybe we should all just accept THAT realization and MOVE ON!!!

Maybe we should have talked about that first…

It took us over 2 years to find our house.  We’d actually seen it during one of the arduous Saturday outings with our realtor where we squeezed 7-8 viewings into a 3 hour period.  It didn’t register when we first saw it though, because it had been the last stop on a dreary day when everything looked solemn.

About 7 months later, I was scouring ZipRealty and MLS Property Finder for something, anything, and I saw the listing and thought it was worth a view.  Fast forward through the buying process (that’s for another time) and we were homeowners.

Fast forward two and a half more years…while I love our house, I don’t love the town we live in.  I don’t have anything against the town itself, it’s more of the location of our house and the schools in the district.

Our house is very private (which I love) but that doesn’t work well for a toddler.  There is no comradery to be had in a neighborhood because there is no neighborhood.  There is no riding her trike in the street because the road is not very safe (although we have a hella big driveway – unpaved, of course, which defeats the purpose).  While she has a swingset to swing and slide, that doesn’t leave much room for anything else.

The schools are mediocre at best – which isn’t good enough for me.  Yes, I’m being totally snobby, but Q is my one and only and I want her to have every opportunity.  You could easily make the argument that it’s not always the school but more so the child, but that’s a load.  We could always send her to private school, as tuition would basically be equal to what we pay in daycare anyway.  Let’s be poor forever!!

What it all comes down to (“…is that we haven’t got it all figured out just yet…” – thank you Alanis) is I never thought that 1, I’d be pregs 2 months after buying said house and, 2, I didn’t think we’d stay in said house forever anyway and, 3, I certainly didn’t bank on caring about these things when we decided on said house!!!

So maybe Ry and I should have talked this out a little better.  Maybe I should have played out all the possible scenarios before settling.  At least I can say that it will certainly lead to some interesting times to come!

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