Wednesday, October 24, 2012


Something amazing happened this weekend.

We went on a real, honest-to-goodness, spontaneous outing.  Not just a quick run out for coffee to one of our usual haunts but randomly dropping our plans for staying in on Saturday and going out instead.  Considering we have a 4 month old, this was kind of a milestone moment for me.

On Saturday morning I happened to notice a posting on Facebook that one of our favorite local brewery, Holy City, was tasting what they were calling "Pollenator II".  It was a Belgian Style Blonde made with honey from another local company.  How do you say "no" to that?  So my husband and I just up and decided to go.  We showered, grabbed lunch, fed the kid, and left.

Our little one has been quite the sport since day one enduring a couple huge road trips and his first flight within his first 3 months of life on the outside, but it has taken us a little while to get in synch with the all the extra considerations that go into leaving the house with a baby.  It seems we are always about to leave the house then remember we should probably feed/change the baby, or both.  Then that tacks on an extra 20 - 45 minutes on our leave time.  Sometimes that is enough to just abort an outing all together.

But not Saturday.



Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Wisdom, Teeth, Wisdom Teeth & The Big 3 - 0

This past week I discovered a wisdom tooth rearing it's ugly head in the back of my mouth.  When I realized this tooth was erupting, I freaked out a little, but not really for the reasons you would think.  Sure having wisdom teeth removed is kind of a drag.  I had one pulled a few years ago.  It wasn't particularly fun.  Additionally, having to potentially undergo oral surgery complete with its sedatives and pain killers while nursing a baby seems like it would have its additional obstacles.  But here is what really bothered me.  I found that exposed little bit of tooth and I got pissed.  I got pissed because every dentist I have seen for the past 5 years or so has gotten progressively more and more confident that my upper wisdom teeth will never come in.  Why?  Because generally if they don't come in by 27 years of age they just never show up and I am almost........oh shit........I am almost 30.  I'll turn 30 in six months, if you want to be specific.

Now anyone that knows me can vouch for the fact that I am generally not a big birthday person.  It's not that I believe they aren't important.  I just have a hard time remembering them and I don't particularly like the idea of arbitrarily drawing attention to myself.  But this is 30.  This is the first big milestone birthday that just marks you getting older without any additional privileges.  I can already drive, vote, drink and rent a car.

Conveniently, my husband and I both have spring birthdays that we can celebrate together so right away I started mentally outlining a whole weekend full of poor decisions and general debauchery worthy of saying au revoir to my twenties.  But wait.  We have kid.....

We could find a sitter.

So one night.  One night, and one night only of poor decisions and general debauchery!

But lets face it.  After about 9 months of no drinking and the extra months of limiting and monitoring any alcohol I drink due to nursing, I have become a cheap date.  And Nick has been coaching at a Crossfit gym, competing with said gym and therefore eating like an athlete.  So by default he has been living it up about as infrequently as I have.

So, 3 drinks and in bed by 11pm!


But I am hopeful.  Thus far every time I have anticipated my life taking a course toward being a little boring or feeling like I might be restricted to home and routine, I have been proved quite wrong.

So fingers crossed, here's to 30 (and fewer hangovers).

Tuesday, October 9, 2012


I started this blog back in the fall of 2009.  I started writing it as a coping mechanism.  My husband had been assigned to a job with an intense work schedule.  We were moving to a part of the country where I felt a little like a square peg.  And above all, I was unemployed; unemployed in the worst way.

After nearly a decade of working retail (either over summers, part-time as an associate, or full time as a manager) I was burnt out in a way that begets crazy cat ladies or people that spend all their time building model trains in their basement.  I was always tired.  I had no circadian rhythm.  And, while I had friends, I hated people as a general rule.  There was no going back to customer service for me.

That left me and my communications BA in a town whose economy thrives on tourism (hospitality, retail and food & beverage) and government contracting (engineers) with no idea what to do.  So my husband and made a choice to live simply and I embraced that unemployment.  I read, I learned to bake, I started practicing yoga, I started running, and I routinely wrote this blog.

Then, a weird thing happened.

I accidentally got a job.

It was a real adult job, where I was thrown in a cubicle, had a badge, and I was just one of thousands of workers.  With this real adult job came a real adult income.  So my husband and I were able to try all sorts of restaurants, go to festivals, and travel with a frequency that seems pathological.  (In 2010 I planned a trip to Prince Edward Island on a whim.  Most people call their spouses and suggest a new place to try for dinner.  I called my husband and was all like, "Hey you wanna go to Canada in a couple months?")  This blog fell victim to our hectic lives.

The job, the incessant travel, the general life of little accountability was wonderful, but not sustainable.  I never expected it to be.

There have been a lot of changes for us in the past few months, almost all of them having in some way to do with this little guy.....

As so frequently seems to happen in life, I feel like we have come full circle.  We are preparing to move again in a few short months.  I am unemployed.  Once again I turn to this little corner of the internet to help structure my week and keep my brain from turning to mush.


If you know me personally, hello and thanks for clicking on this link.

If you are surprised to see this entry on your blog roll, thanks for keeping me around.

If you happened to have stumbled upon this page by pure circumstance, welcome.

The journey begins again....