I spill my guts again

No, this isn’t another prompted post, unless you mention Glee.  Just wait and see, okay?

I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while and again, I’m going to blame this on the PG hormones though the truth is that I’m a sap and yeah, I’m owning it right here.  Last night as I was watching Glee with Maddy (lets try not to think about it being past her bedtime, mkay?) I couldn’t hold the tears back as I got up and danced with her during the last number.  (Furt, go watch it!)

Before I met Adonis, before I moved to San Francisco, I lived in Kansas City with my then fiance, J.  Our relationship was a mess, brought together by our mutual admiration of each other’s athletic ability, addiction to exercise and affection for snobby beer.  We were enamored at first. I hadn’t dated a man with a career before, someone who had his shit together.  He hadn’t dated a naughty girl before, I was a novelty. Eventually the things that drew us together pulled us apart.  His constant training for the next event (there was always an event!) took him away from me. Being the good girl to fit into the mold he (and his parents) expected stifled me.

We were a mess.

About that time, I got hooked on a silly band, Bare Naked Ladies. They’re a lot of fun, put on a great show and always amuse me.

Except for one song.

You’re going to shake your head and say, yes, that woman is indeed mad.

If I Had $1000000

I still can’t hear this song without breaking into tears by the third verse.

If you’re not familiar with the song, essentially its this long list that the singer would buy for his girl, if he had the money.  Some of the things are pretty ridiculous: exotic pets, a faux fur coat, the remains of the Elephant man, a limo to take to the store and on and on. But each chorus ended with “If I had a millions dollars, I’d buy your love.”

Silly, I know. But it always made me cry. J wouldn’t bat an eye at entry fees for his Ironman events, $200 running shoes, $4000 bike, $200/mo gym fees. He wasn’t made of money.  But any discretionary money, was spent on his training. And it hurt.

I wasn’t a demanding girlfriend. We were engaged for over a year and I never asked for a ring. We didn’t eat out much and when we did, I was conscious of the price of my meal. We didn’t have a fancy apartment, and I paid for all the decor and half the rent, I paid for the groceries, the utilities. I carried my weight.

But it hurt. It hurt that he didn’t make thoughtful little purchases, like bringing home my favorite beer or hell, picking some wild flowers while out on one of his 4 hour bike rides. So hearing this song always made me think that J would NEVER make silly purchases for me, or my love.

Right, you’re wondering what this has to do w/ some Glee episode.  Well, it featured another song that makes me cry: Bruno Mars’ “Just the Way You are”".

Please tell me you know this song. No? Well here is the chorus:

When I see your face, there’s not a thing that I would change
Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Because girl you’re amazing, just the way you are.

Does this need any explanation?

I know that I’ve talked about having doubt, not being sure about the actions I’ve taken, the words I’ve used, the impressions I’ve left. That’s some miserable heavy shit to deal with.

To have someone say, “When I look at you, I’m bowled over, you are all I need, just the way you are” is like having prayers answered.  It’s emboldening. It’s like finally finding that one thing that fulfilled that craving, scratching that itch you couldn’t reach.  I’m failing here to express this well but this song, this song moves me to tears.

I don’t write this to ask you to tell me I’m enough. I’m getting there, thank you.

I write this because I’ve needed to verbalize these vulnerabilities.

And because I’m a sap.

And if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.

Wordless Wednesday: The Monkey on my back

The finished product

Its done, and now we’re saying good bye. Sad face.

Its like bathing in Starbursts

Yes folks I’m bringing you a guest post because, well, it isn’t that I’m not feeling sexy. (Did you see me strutting my stuff, baby belly out to here and wearing fishnet stockings …that crazy bitch was me!)  But I’m swamped at work and barely keeping my shit together at home. (Why is it keeping my house spotless has me all frazzled?)

So anyway, my dear friend and personal hero Pamela from 2 Much Testosterone offered up some words about sex and the real world of marriage. She truly is a strong woman who is kicking PPD a kick in the ass.  Her strength, her hope and determination will make her your hero too.  Go get to know her, will you?

Oh and then come back and read her insightful post.  Thank you Pamela!

Sexy Time: It’s like bathing in Starbursts that someone already unwrapped for you, only better!

Women go through so various stages in life. As we barrel through each one, our sex lives take twists and turns; some are manageable and some are just plain ridiculous. To be blunt, it takes a beating sometimes and doesn’t get back up.

Take getting pregnant for example. Each woman is different just as each pregnancy is. In the beginning, most of us are scared to get it on with our significant other because, “What if his penis pokes the baby in the eye? Then my baby will be blind because I wanted a few moments of sexy time!” Of course that wouldn’t happen and it’s okay to admit the thought crossed your mind. Go ahead, say it out loud. You’ll feel better.

The first trimester is when we usually worry about having all the sex, plus we’re grouchy and bloated and the morning sickness lasts from sun up to sun down. (Who the hell named it that? Idiot.) The second trimester is when most of us feel a bit better. We’re in a groove…and sex? It’s not sounding so bad right now. In fact, can we do it like three times a day please? By the time the third trimester rolls around you’ve either worked out the positioning so it flows or you just give up.

Giving up is so not the way to go. After you push that kid out, he doesn’t stop crying. How are you going to find time to bring your sexy back when all this human does is eat, shit and scream?

Seriously! So have the sex as much as possible while you’re pregnant. In my experience, the sensations are magnified.

Being able to laugh at yourself in your time of need also doesn’t hurt. I’d even go so far to suggest taping it so you can laugh over it when the kid makes it to college.

Ya’ll before my third baby, sex was wonderful. It was fun and it wasn’t planned.

Don’t have planned sex.

Really. If you feel the need to set a day and time to roll in the sack, nix it altogether. What’s the point?

Throw nursing into the mix. Your boobs are like boulders, in weight and to the touch. Your baby only seems to want to eat after you’ve pumped. And your husband? He decides to turn on the foreplay and all you can think about is taking out one of your weapons and squirting him in the eye with the liquid gold. Oh the waste!

After I gave birth the third time everything changed. I mean everything. Postpartum depression was settling in and the thought of sex made me dry heave. It felt dirty and wrong. It was like my baby was whispering in my ear, “I know what you’re up to!” Maybe that’s my being paranoid but it didn’t feel right. So maybe you’re prescribed some medication and the warning is right there on the box. “May cause decreased libido”. And you think, “Hmmmmm, I don’t have the desire anyhow!” So you swallow the pill. Then you look at the calendar and add up the number of weeks since you’ve been naked other than when you get in and out of the shower.

It’s a light bulb moment. It was once on and blinding you, it dimmed out, then the son of a bitch exploded and complete darkness took over. All of a sudden, your inner self decided it was probably time to change that bulb. Now, it’s a spot light shining down on you and sexy time is all you can think about. Justin Timberlake is blaring in your ears cause, duh, “He brought sexy back!” and oh thank God it’s back!

What it comes down to is this. Sex is healthy and natural and fun. And it’s totally NORMAL to want to do it. Maybe not in the middle of a meeting at work or while you’re watching Cartoon Network with the kiddos…..There’s a time and a place.

Are you having trouble catching the eye of your man? It’s probably because you forced him on this roller coaster ride with you and you didn’t even ask in the first place. Now he’s fracking scared to lay a hand on you. Is she gonna cry? Is she gonna touch me back? Is she gonna hit me? So yeah, he’s not sure which personality is going to answer to his advances. You have to ease him back into the flow.

Just saying that you want to is probably not enough. They’re men for god’s sake, you might have to make a sign and picket in front of the TV in something slinky to retrain him. Coax him back out of that shell and don’t start talking about daycare or world hunger or tampons within the hour leading up to sexy time to a minimum of an hour after the deed is done. Trust me. I don’t think you can get mad if he rolls over and snoozes afterward either. But don’t you dare do that to him. He might want seconds and you kind of owe it to him.

Now that you’ve retrained him and you realize how good at sexy time you both are, repeat…repeat…repeat. Don’t stop again or he’ll probably freeze up like the tin man in need of oil.

Sexy time is a terrible thing to waste. At least, that’s what I think.

I told you she was wonderful.

Why should we have all the fun?

Before I jump into today’s 30 Days of Truth post, I wanted to highlight something I wrote about the other day. I didn’t get any comments on this and just wanted to give the book the justice it deserves.

What I wrote:   A book you’ve read that changed your views on somethingThe Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz.  I loved this book and I go back and read it every few months when I lose sight of what is real and important…I’m feeling like its time again to pick up the old friend of mine.  Here is what the dust jacket says: …reveals the source of self-limiting beliefs that rob us of joy and create needless suffering. Based on ancient Toltec wisdom, the Four Agreements offer a powerful code of conduct that can rapidly transform our lives to a new experience of freedom, true happiness and love.

Here are those Four Agreements:

1. Be impeccable with your word. Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. (Doesn’t leave room for sarcasm, does it?)

2. Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. When you are immune to the opinion and action of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering. (Wish I could remember this one!)

3. Don’t make assumptions. Find the courage to ask questions and express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstands. (This one will pay you back in GOLD, I promise!)

4. Always do your best.  Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you’re healthy than when you are sick. Under any circumstances, simply do your best, and you will avoid any self-judgment, self-abuse and regret. (Um, that may just mean me not mailing it in anymore, damn.)

This book has made a difference in my life every time I’ve read it. Ruiz talks about the wisdom of children, before they are conditioned by us hardened adults. I see this in my daughter. When I’m asked a question where my answer is “No”, 9 times out of ten, I either intone that word with anger, disappointment, resentment or with a whisper, depending on who asked the question. I ask my daughter (in a normal conversation) a question where she responds with a “No” and its the sweetest word out of her mouth. Honest, without regret, without concern of what I might think, without fear. Its amazing.

Anyway, no this is not a sponsored post, I’ve owned this book for years and am always ashamed and then relieved when I pick it up to read again. If you’d like to hear more, have questions, just email me and we can talk about it.

And to speak with integrity: I won’t be living by the letter of this book, just in case you were thinking that I was overhauling my writing. Um, no.

Okay, on to today’s prompt: My opinion of gay marriage. Ugh, right? Okay its a simple answer but, you know, I need to give a little background. I’m not a big fan of marriage (Stop, I know, I’m married, this isn’t about MY marriage). My parents have been married for over 40 years. I’ve seen them both unhappy, I’ve been caught in the middle when they separated for a couple of years and I’ve seen them come back together, blissful for a while and then back to their old habits. Theirs isn’t the only marriage I’ve seen like that. I’ve also observed relationships where couples were committed to each other without the need to have a church or government put their stamp on their union.

Marriage and certainly weddings were never things I dreamed about as a kid. I didn’t romanticize love. I never dreamed about my Prince Charming or Knight in shining armor. But I did think about having my best friend around for the rest of my life and sharing myself with this person. I didn’t need to stand up before every one I knew and loved to say “This is my husband, and I am his wife and we will be together for ever.” Never felt that. Nope.

Okay so here you go. When I fell in love with Adonis and knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend my life with him and that I did not want to imagine my life without him in it. After a while it became apparent to me that our lives would be easier, our future children’s lives would be easier if we conformed. Better to give lip service to an institution that held no meaning to me than to deal with the pesky traditional family members that repeatedly asked when we were getting married, repeatedly suggesting how difficult life would be for my children if their parents’ union wasn’t acknowledged by the government. So I caved.

ANYWAY, back to the prompt. My opinion gay marriage:  This isn’t an original thought but here you go: why shouldn’t Gays have the right to the challenges, the sexless nights, the required and uncomfortable visits to the inlaws? Really, is that what we’re protecting?

Mad Woman, you’re sounding cynical.

Bite me.

Let Gays marry. And then we can all piss and moan in our beers together.


I love Adonis, we are not going through a rough patch. This is not a less than subtle message to him. And I suspect he’d write a similar post, if he wrote, that is. Well, he wouldn’t use the words delightful or fabulous. He isn’t THAT comfortable. But we are of the same opinion on both marriage and gay rights. Whew. Now, if we could only agree on a damn house.

No, please don’t make me!

Ah, yes, another Day of Truth Post.  Today’s prompt: — Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.

Adonis would laugh out loud if he read this but I tell you the truth, I cannot live without exercise. He’s laughing because he’s seen me without it and it is not a life. It is sad.

As a child, if I wasn’t walking somewhere, I was riding my bike. At that age, the ability to get out and go somewhere was a tasty freedom. Delicious in its variety, tempting in its very existence.  It wasn’t long before I discovered how wonderful it was to just get out and ride. Having no destination in mind, the cruising around town and out to the lake and through the neighborhoods I would never live in, was pure pleasure.

In high school, I joined the track team. I really didn’t know what I was expecting, certainly not the joy of running hills. But that is exactly what I found. I loved the blissful exhaustion of a good workout. The sweaty release of all the angsty teenager stuff that pestered me throughout the school day was my savior.

In college the addiction to exercise persisted. I ran out the heartache from a breakup. I swam away the loneliness of having few friends in a strange place.  Don’t even get me started on the eye candy at the gym while I worked my pecs, delts and abs.

Yoga took more than a few tries to stick but eventually took hold of me and made me its bitch.

I took spin classes until my 8th month while pregnant with Maddy.

And then the exercise stopped. And it wasn’t pretty.

I’ve come to my senses and will find the most distant parking spot, will walk to the store at every opportunity and use Maddy’s swim lessons as an opportunity to brush up on my aquasizing skills.

Exercise, you are my consummate lover, may we never again part.

20 questions and multi-tasking

Thanks, Magnolia, thanks a lot.

See this hot little number tagged me in to participate in this sordid little questionaire. I know she’s just trying to embarass me, make me look bad in front of all my friends. But you know what? I needed the break from thinking…so here you go. Feel free to add your own answers.  Oh god, yes, I can kill two birds with 3 cats, or with 20 questions or whatever, you’ll see.

Here we go:

1) if you have pets, do you see them as merely animals, or are they members of your family?
Oh, Fatboy, the bitch, PsychoCat? Don’t those sound like names you’d give your family members? Fatboy has been sharing EVERY bathroom visit I’ve made since he came home with me.  I think that makes him family.

Fatboy, the lighter years

PsychoCat, before the neurosis set in

The Bitch

2) if you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?
Really, Mag? I dream of days spent on the beach, working out and my meals prepared for me. I dream of being tan without the wrinkles, a mother without the bodily function management and being a wife without being the domestic. Pick one.

3) what is the one thing most hated by you?

Magnolia and I see eye to eye on this one: willful ignorance. And I’m ashamed to admit, I am guilty of this. I keep my head down and try not to absorb the knowledge necessary to be a rockstar at work. I get by and that is good enough for me. However, it is also what I hate most about others. And I don’t understand it.

4) what would you do with a billion dollars?
Oh, the fun I would have. But first: I’d establish trust funds for ALL of my nieces and nephew’s college educations.  Of course, buy a house on the ocean, somewhere tropical, with a masseuse, barister, chef and cleaning staff included. Homes for my siblings and my parents. And finally I would fund programs to KEEP physical education and organized sports in as many schools as I could.

5) what helps to pull you out of a bad mood?
The giggling of my daughter ALWAYS works! But usually a workout, preferably outside will lift my spirits as well.  I suspect streaking without consequences probably would the trick, but I have yet to test this theory.

6) which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
I’m with Magnolia on this one too…I wouldn’t want one without the other. Sorry, not up for discussion. (BTW, PsychoCat TOTALLY loves me, and it is annoying as hell! If only he wasn’t so attached, he’d be a much more interesting character!)

7) what is your bedtime routine?
Before I was married, I ALWAYS did some form of exercise, followed by a beer or a glass of wine, fash washing, teeth brushing and lights out. I still brush my teeth but I usually catch some of the nightly news before turning off the light for the night.

8 ) if you are currently in a relationship, how did you meet your partner?
I am, I am! Adonis and I met on Craigslist in 2001. I had posted a personal ad that said I was looking for someone tall, athletic and that loved dark beer. I may have also mentioned that I am a trouble maker. He answered and its been rainbows and unicorns ever since.

9) if you could watch a creative person in the act of the creative process, who would it be?
Do you remember Bob Ross’ Joy of Oil Painting? I loved watching the painting progress through the show. But while I don’t have a name, I would love to watch how a landscape designer does his/her job. And you know, if he wanted to put me to work, he wouldn’t have to twist my arm.  Martha? do you need a garden slave? I would so be there for you!

10) what kinds of books do you read?
Oh, I’m a book slut, I read most anything. I enjoy historical fictions. Had a dorky fixation with the wives of Henry the VIII for the a while. Love me some cop thrillers, biographies, self help stuff. Before Maddy, I read a book a week, now, I try to cram as much reading as I can over Christmas vacation. This last break: Dan Brown’s the Lost Symbol. Oh, yeah, another 30DoT prompt: Day 17 — A book you’ve read that changed your views on something: The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz.  I loved this book and I go back and read it every few months when I lose sight of what is real and important…I’m feeling like its time again to pick up the old friend of mine.  Here is what the dust jacket says: …reveals the source of self-limiting beliefs that rob us of joy and create needless suffering. Based on ancient Toltec wisdom, the Four Agreements offer a powerful code of conduct that can rapidly transform our lives to a new experience of freedom, true happiness and love. One of the easiest to forget and the best one to remember: Don’t take anything personally!  I know, right?

11) how would you see yourself in ten years’ time?
With a better rack and tighter ass. I’m going to be the soccer mom that makes you attend every game instead of sending your husband.  What?

A girl can dream, can't she?

12) what’s your fear?
My go to answer for this question is going down hill fast…or I guess, not sticking the landing after that fast little trip. So no, I’m NOT a skier. But I also have those motherhood related fears: that I won’t be enough for my kids, that I won’t have the strength, energy, patience to give them the life I want them to have.  But don’t think I won’t die trying!

13) would you give up all junk food for the rest of your life for the opportunity to visit outer space?
Ha. You had to know a stupid question would pop up at some point, right? And the answer: HELLS NO! Sorry, this big ol earth has plenty for me to discover and explore. And come on, french fries? No contest.  So this sort of answer one of my 30 Days of Truth questions, Someone or something you definitely could live without: spaced travel.  HEE!

14) would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?
Okay, first I hate this question. There is the implication that one or the other would provide you with happiness or fulfillment that the other would not.  Since marriage was never on my to do list, I would have to say the first. Sure I’m married but i’m not married to the institution. I’d be just as happy if Adonis and I had never said “I do”.  Though we did look pretty good together…we’re talking old Hollywood glam. Yeah baby.

15) what’s the first thing you do when you wake up?

Oh, that’s easy: pee. Come on, I’m 5 months pregnant.  Alright, that isn’t the FIRST thing…I usually kick a family member/cat.

16) if you could change one thing about your spouse/partner, what would it be?
Not that I think is something you can do, but IF I could, I would make it so he could never play the obtuse card again. That and I might give him some butt implants.

17) if you could pick a new name for yourself, what would it be?
Hm, tapping finger to chin. I love my name. Some of you know it.  To me is says: Hi, I’m approachable, I would love to be your friend. But I would switch out my middle name (Lynne) for Rose. Sigh.

18) have you ever been betrayed by a family member? what did you do to get through it and go on with life? what made it better? would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?
UGH, I hate this question…however, I think I just scored.  This will also answer the 30 Days of Truth prompt:A hero that has let you down.
Been waiting for that one tear jerking, vulnerable moment, haven’t you? Well here you go. It’s my mom. Has she betrayed me? Well not in a stab me in the back, take what’s mine sort of way. Mom did a great job of feeding us, keeping us clothed, getting us to church, doing the best to provide us with the basics. I know she loved us. But at some point she checked out. When I was in college, I could always count on my mom being there around moving day, making sure my new digs had a clean fridge and oven. She’d buy the first round of cleaning supplies and groceries.  Sure that doesn’t sound like she was there when I needed a shoulder to cry on but she was supportive in her own way. But something changed. After my much younger sister moved out, my mom sort of disappeared. There would be the occasional phone call but it was if she misdialed and was talking to a girlfriend, and needing to get something off her chest. It was a one way street. I couldn’t speak to her about my fertility issues or my fears of finding a job or a life partner. She would come to visit and never lifted a finger to help. Oh sure, I knew she was my guest, but she’s my mom, you know. I kept looking for her to pick up the dish towel when I was doing the dishes or offer to make the salad for dinner. And she didn’t. Even now I get the weekly call from Dad and she’s never reaching for the phone to talk.  My sister says the same thing. Mom goes to “help” with the kids but spends most of her time reading magazines. Its as if she’s excused herself from being Mom.  How do I get on with life? I turn to strong women to lean on, you my friends. Your wisdom, your kindness, your acceptance….and plus you don’t have the pictures to blackmail me.  I have forgiven, but cannot forget that my mom gave only as long as she felt she had to.

19) if you could only eat one thing for the next 6 months, what would it be? Chips and Guacamole. That counts as one, right?

whew. now to share the love: i have to tag 4 people to play. here they are – **ducking before they throw tomatoes at my head!

Morgan from The Little Hen House

Jaime from Red Red Whine

Paige from Slightly Off Balance

Nicole from I’m the Better Half

Wordless Wednesday -Mini Me, more proof

Getting through the tough times

Oh yeah? You ready for another tear jerker are ya? Don’t bet on it.

30 Days of Truth is moving along at a snails pace. Today’s prompt: A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days.

Guess what? I don’t have one of these. When I think about the music I’ve been drawn to its usually not related to a time where I was in a bad spot. Sure there was the U2 album that was released about the time the fiance broke off our relationship, leaving me stranded in a new city. I can’t listen to it without thinking about crying at the concert I then saw a month later. So yeah, that one really didn’t get me THROUGH anything. In fact, I’m pretty sure the single male in our group was trying to play the warm and welcome shoulder-to-cry-on gig …no, just no.

There there are the crazy happy silly songs that make me cry…which is another post all together.

But there is one song that always calms me and brings me back to a quiet place.  You should really give it a listen.  And I do apologize, it is Christmas music but it is my go to song…even in July.

Breath of Heaven, by Amy Grant

I have traveled
Many moonless nights
Cold and weary
With a babe inside
And i wonder
What i’ve done
Holy father
You have come
Chosen me now
To carry your son

I am waiting
In a silent prayer
I am frightened
By the load i bear
In a world as cold as stone
Must i walk this path alone
Be with me now
Be with me now

Breath of heaven
Hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven

Breath of heaven
Light in my darkness
Pour over me your holiness
For your holy breath of heaven

Do you wonder
As you watch my face
If a wiser one
Should have had my place
But i offer all i am
For the mercy of your plan
Help me be strong
Help me be
Help me

Stream of Consciousness meets Truth challenge.

So I’ve wanted to write these stream of consciousness posts for a while.  Every Sunday someone would tweet about a link to theirs, I’d read it and feel like I knew that writer even better than I did before.

The funny thing is that this is actually exactly how I write.  Sure, I’ve given thought to posts before I sit down to write them. I have an idea about the content but I never think about where I’m going with the post. The big difference is whether or not I hit publish.

I did that this week. Sat down and poured out my heart and then hit publish. Didn’t stop to think about being vulnerable, sounding like a big wimp or even worried that people will think I’ve let this blog take over my life. No, those thoughts would come later. They have and I’m doing my best to dispel them.

I’m also doing these 30 Days of Truths, so lets kill 2 birds with one post.  Today: what you NEVER get complimented on.  Well, that would be my elbows, ears and eyesight. But then, who does?

Or my critical thinking. I’ve given it up, I spread myself to thin and don’t apply myself. I have a critical eye, I know how to use. Maybe its time I show off that quality. Hm?   Oops…. Times up.

Sunday Sampler Platter

Oh, hi, you’re back!

Of course you are…I keep pushing out these posts and you can’t get enough, can ya?

Alright, alright. My Monday Lovin’ posts was the place where I would highlight YOUR responses to MY words. Yes, those are fun posts and I love highlighting the comments that I inspired. All about me, yup.

But damn, those posts are hard to put together. And I’m well, lazy.

However, I did not want to stop handing out the love. So instead, I’m going to showcase some of the posts that I’ve read elsewhere. You know, give a little love to the bloggers that entertain me, make me cry or just make this blogosphere a better place.  So in no particular order, I’d like you to check out these delightful writers, give them some love and OF COURSE tell them I sent you!

I met Tara from Bite the Bed Bugs at NapainJan last weekend. I LOVED her personal style. Sigh, I will never be that hip. But even better than her cute ensemble, is her writing. She had some humorous posts that cracked me up but her writing about a strong defiant young black woman in the south in the 1950′s solidified my admiration for her.  Please go read her post and be inspired.

Another fabulous writer, who I am so proud to say I’ve met, hugged and commented on the status of her bra, is Cheryl of Mommy Pants.  She regularly writes post of quality.  She’ll pull your heart strings or make you laugh but you will always be impressed. She also has these posts written by mothers about their ‘mommy pants’ moments.  I had a hard time choosing a post to share with you.  I think this one will give you some insight into the depth of this beautiful mother and writer: I cried at Target.

One of my favorite writers is Lori of In Pursuit of Martha Points. I have heard her say she is a humor blogger but when she writes a serious post, she will KNOCK your socks off. Lori is also a talented singer as well. Count yourself blessed if you ever get to witness THAT! This week I want to feature her talent as an artist as well.  Her creativity SLAYS me.  Check out her post about her crown!

Now usually, I don’t like even numbers. Give me a group of 5, 7 or even 13, but house selling prep is kicking my ass.

Why yes, I realize that I shared with you the post of three rather charming writers and yes, 3 is a perfectly lovely odd number. However I would be remiss if I didn’t share with you a blogger I’ve only just met this week. I haven’t even commented on her blog….lets not talk about that shall we? Anyway, she commented on my blog earlier this week and as I was cleaning blog house, I remembered that I hadn’t even gone over to check her out. I am so glad that I did. Her writing is heartfelt and quite well done. Lucky for me, she wrote a post that gave me some insight into her and her family. I hope you go over and get to know her as well.  She is Varda of the Squashed Bologna.

Your thoughts on these posts?  Are you interested in finding new bloggers (and my opinion of them)?  Have a blogger or a blog post you’d recommend? Email me!

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