Randomly came across this short article on
How Men Change
Made me laugh even though I couldn't identify with everything (mainly the having kids part).
Things are going on, but I can't blog about it 'til everything has been finalized. No, not a job change this time (although it's been crazy, I still like what I'm doing), but something much more fun.
Also, I'm enjoying the warm weather and propensity to cook out. Tex and I made the best grilled pork chops EVER yesterday, true story.
Anyways, just felt like sharing. Ciao.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Happy Birthday!
With a gasp of surprise (literally, I made noise and everything), I realized this little blog is almost 2* years old!
I started it as a lark back on April 27, 2007, thinking I'd grow tired of it as I had with most diaries and journals in the past, but for some reason (the medium maybe?) I've kept it going through moves, jobs, men, births, deaths, tears, laughter, and everything in between.
To celebrate, I've picked a solid selection of entries (older to newer), chosen for random reasons as some of my faves (most of the older ones I look at and think, "I wrote that??").
Hope you enjoy this look back as much as I do. And here's to another great year of brain vomit :)
Self-flagellation, or how I like to spend my weekends
Will you marry...ever?
The confessional
Committed part 1
Wishful thinking
I get so weak in the knees...
Hey good lookin', what you got cookin'?
The tragic hero
A grump's thoughts on love, round two
It's the waiting that's killing me
Are you a yes (wo)man?
Playlist for the hormone-frenzy that is spring
*yes, there was a birthday cake on here with a three on it. sadly, I haven't gotten any smarter in the intervening years and still can't seem to count....sigh. in my defense (albeit a weak one), this is the third April in which I've been blogging so I got confused/didn't really think enough about it.
I started it as a lark back on April 27, 2007, thinking I'd grow tired of it as I had with most diaries and journals in the past, but for some reason (the medium maybe?) I've kept it going through moves, jobs, men, births, deaths, tears, laughter, and everything in between.
To celebrate, I've picked a solid selection of entries (older to newer), chosen for random reasons as some of my faves (most of the older ones I look at and think, "I wrote that??").
Hope you enjoy this look back as much as I do. And here's to another great year of brain vomit :)
Self-flagellation, or how I like to spend my weekends
Will you marry...ever?
The confessional
Committed part 1
Wishful thinking
I get so weak in the knees...
Hey good lookin', what you got cookin'?
The tragic hero
A grump's thoughts on love, round two
It's the waiting that's killing me
Are you a yes (wo)man?
Playlist for the hormone-frenzy that is spring
*yes, there was a birthday cake on here with a three on it. sadly, I haven't gotten any smarter in the intervening years and still can't seem to count....sigh. in my defense (albeit a weak one), this is the third April in which I've been blogging so I got confused/didn't really think enough about it.
A shift in timetables
Good article from the NY Times:
Your Old Man
New research shows that the age of men greatly impacts the health of a baby. Nice to know us ladies aren't the only ones with expiration dates on our foreheads.
But, as the article points out, "the hows and whens of having a baby are still juggled primarily by women. We are the ones who hold the time lines and calendars in our heads, who have to surrender space in our bodies and clear time in our lives. Too soon could derail a career. Too late could risk infertility. Becoming a mother means compromising with biology in order to beat that clock."
Your Old Man
New research shows that the age of men greatly impacts the health of a baby. Nice to know us ladies aren't the only ones with expiration dates on our foreheads.
But, as the article points out, "the hows and whens of having a baby are still juggled primarily by women. We are the ones who hold the time lines and calendars in our heads, who have to surrender space in our bodies and clear time in our lives. Too soon could derail a career. Too late could risk infertility. Becoming a mother means compromising with biology in order to beat that clock."
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