Christmas Eve in the ER

OK, I have officially experienced one of those moments as a parent when you don't know what you're supposed to do because you just can't think and you know you should be able to think but you can't because your child is screaming bloody murder and you feel ready to murder someone but you realize then that you'd have to murder yourself because you're the reason your child is screaming.We had a

Sick & Tired

I've managed to get sick. Again. I believe this is my 8th cold this year, and the year ain't over yet! I might still be able to catch 4 more colds and get my average to one a month. Yeehaw. There's something to strive for.I find it unbelievable to look at the calendar and see NOVEMBER at the top. And then I run my finger along the box of days and it's the 15th, for crying out loud. How can this

The Putz of Stress

I'm supposed to write in a journal for my health. It's something my doctor told me could help with The Stress. I love writing that. The. Stress. Like it has its own mass, lungs and a brain. Feelings that may get hurt if I'm not careful about how I address it. "Good evening everyone, I'd like to introduce you to my intimate friend, The Stress." It seems ridiculous, really, like some joke that my

Do's & Don'ts

Friends of ours were married last weekend. I didn't go to the ceremony but I went today to the reception at China Camp on the bay. It was a beautiful day, one of those Bay Area autumn days of avid sun and a breeze coming in off the bay so you're always wondering when you're going to feel too hot or too cold but you never do because the temperature regulates itself. The newlyweds are quite the

Resurrection

Over a year and I dare to show my blogging face again.Amazing how much everything changes, the turns life takes, the time that passes...only to find I've really not gone very far in the scheme of things.It's nigh on 3:00 in the morning. I should be sleeping, but I got all in a twist as I got a bee in my bonnet to look at my blog, imagining that perhaps it had disappeared altogether. It hadn't

Nummy for the Tummy

Yesterday was Gretchen's 5 month birthday. To celebrate, we fed her her first solid food. OK, I don't know how solid it was, since it was rice cereal that was pretty runny. But it was a milestone. And it made me sad. She's no longer a purely breastfed baby. She's now onto the big leagues. My lil baby is getting bigger...

sha-BOW-WOW-WOW-WOWNG

Ya. That's right. That's sound my head is making trying to recognize fact that I'm back to work. Ho.Lee.Ca.Ow.Training has begun. I am in the mix. I am 1 of 15 interns in training to become insurance agents. Ya. That's right. I do know how utterly boring and suburban that sounds (not like saying I'm in training to become the next Mrs. America or beekeeper or some such...insurance agent, so...so..