Well, as an at-home mom (and aspiring author/illustrator) it is easy for me to get distracted and find my husband walking through the door ready for dinner and I have yet to get out of my PJs or clean...ANYTHING including myself!
It's not that I am a big lazy bum, although I don't move that fast in the morning, it's just...well, I guess I have ADD. I don't know. I'm sure you can relate!
My best days start with a list:
This week we couldn't help but notice a theme in some of your recommendations for BlogHer of the Week. As I started to read your posts a familiar, but long tucked away, feeling of grief arose, and I was grateful I wasn't in the office at that moment, because the tears came, then again, and again. I remembered how it felt to touch bottom, experience emptiness, and then see life slowly leak back into the picture, sometimes slowly, and other times with overwhelming, ersatz saturation like Technicolor.
62% of Ovarian Cancer PatientsUnder 30 are choosing to freeze entire ovaries or strips of ovarian tissue.Women diagnosed with early-stage ovarian cancerremoval of one ovary has become a real option. This conservative surgery greatly increasesthe chances of preserving fertility.There is a 12 percent Chance that the patient will have a recurrence in their remaining ovary and subsequently may die.Most women resumed normal menstruation or had a successful pregnancy.
This morning, I was trying to get up a flight of stairs at the train station only there was an elderly couple in front of me moving in slow-mo. As I trudged up behind them, going at their pace, I noticed how gently the husband was cupping his wife's elbow. Then they got to a landing, and as I darted around them I heard him say to her, in the sweetest way, "Are you tired, sweetheart? We can rest here a while."
was traveling this past Monday so missed the news of the passing of
Sheila Lukins on August 30, 2009 at age 66 of brain cancer. My husband
Marc said,"you should write something about Sheila since the Silver
Palate was such a part of our lives together in the late 70's and early
80's in New York."
I looked at him intently and thought how right
he was. We 'grew up' with Sheila and her partner Julee's The Silver
Palate when we moved in together in Manhattan in 1980.
I may not be a Christian, but I am a feminist. Oh, and a vegan. So I know a thing or two about being accused of being humorless. And lest you ever thought Christians were short on humor, especially humor about their faith and brethren and sistren, guess again. BooMama proves she can leave us all helplessly ROTFL, and that's why we've named her post Needing Some Closure as BlogHer of the Week.
It all starts innocently enough:
Ahh…..how I love the South’s hospitality and ambiance…
It was evident when I first arrived in Knoxville, Tennessee yesterday, and my cab driver did three things you don’t find in LA: he helped me into the cab, called me ma’am (definitely not necessary, but very indicative of the South) and even engaged me in friendly conversation (beyond asking me where I was going and arguing about the rate).
Pity the poor folk who aren't Michael Jackson fans, for whom it's been a tough couple of months. This week marked the anniversary of the late King of Pop's birthdate, duly mourned by most radio stations in Michaeldom. It was nigh-on impossible to avoid daily DJ zombie-walks through "Thriller".