Category Archives: Super Me
There is a First Time for Everything
I just did something I have never done in my 33 years. I declined a legitimate job offer. The whole ordeal was a whirlwind and part of me is disgusted with myself for not jumping on the opportunity. The other … Continue reading
Plain Yogurt Sucks
About a month ago, a good friend, convinced me to participate in a 6 week Beach Body Makeover Challenge at a local gym. So for the past month, we have been working out, meeting with a personal trainer twice a … Continue reading
Happy Birthday to Me
Today is the 32nd anniversary of my birth. At least I think I turn 32 today. Maybe I should ask my mom. I was born in 1979, so yeah I’m pretty sure I’m 32. I’m not huge on celebrating my … Continue reading
Well at Least I Did It
I am in a whole lot of pain right now. My shoulders, wrists, quads, glutes, and just about everything else hurts. “What on earth did you do to yourself this time?” Well I’m glad you asked. I ran the Great … Continue reading
An Open Letter
Dear Autumn in New England, I knew I missed you. I was three thousand miles away, but you were always in my heart. So today as you were pelting acorns and leaves at me, I knew it was out of love. … Continue reading
Country House = 1, City Girl = 0
I grew up in New York City. In my teenage years, when we moved, it was to the suburbs. I have never lived in the country. I wasn’t a Girl Scout. In fact, Nature gives me hives. We recently moved to … Continue reading
Let the Circus Begin
I knew this was coming and yet I find myself terribly unprepared. Little G went to her first physical therapy appointment today. She was born early under less than optimal circumstances and as a result she is at a higher … Continue reading
That Darn Wagon
Soon after posting how much I was enjoying running, I quit doing it. I have a ton of excuses: we just moved, it’s too hot, no sidewalks, the list goes on. The truth is all of it and none of … Continue reading
Who Is This Person?
I barely recognize myself and here’s why. I hate to excercise. I think it’s masochistic. However I have stuck to the Couch to 5k program for the entire nine weeks. My last day is tomorrow. I find myself actually craving … Continue reading
My Dirty Little Secret
Here it goes… I don’t like strangers especially when they’re children. I love my kids. I love my friends’ kids. I like my kids’ friends well enough. Kids at an airport before and during a red-eye cross-country flight? Uh, not so … Continue reading
Some Things Just Need Saying 