I like dessert. I just do. I grew up in a house where a Dutch apple pie on a random Wednesday was common place. My mother loves to bake and we like to eat what she bakes, so while I was growing up we pretty much always had a “treat” after dinner. (although how that…
Taking a Step Back
She sat by the door in her bedroom, “Indian style” with the green shag carpet grazing each of her calves. The full length mirror on the back of the door served as a periscope into her teenage soul. “Who are you, REALLY?” she would ask as she gazed deep and long into her own brown…
A little perspective…
I recall a certain fight that my mother and I had once when I was a little girl. I was probably about seven or eight years old and I have no real recollection of what our disagreement was about. It may have been about bed times or a second scoop of ice cream or my…
Hello?!?
Hey!! Tap. Tap. Is this thing on? Wow, I feel like a week of my life was stolen from me. Seriously. At least I conserved make-up. 🙂 For a day or so I was in and out of consciousness while wearing a sweatshirt and fuzzy socks, at the end of August in south Louisiana (completely unheard of…
So Who IS Miss Elaine-ous? (pre BlogHer post)
Here’s a little post about me for those of you who may not read here regularly or are just finding me because I’m attending BlogHer this year. Just a few tid-bits for ya!… I smile and laugh a lot. I’m usually pretty happy. I like clothes so you might see me in 2 or 3…
In which I get depressed about having TOO much food to eat. File under 1st world problems.
This morning I stepped on the scale and the number 165 showed up. ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE POUNDS. There was no wishing it away or making it change or stepping off and stepping on again and having it be different. It WAS what it was. And then I cried. I cried because at one point…
I Would Have TOTALLY dated Jake Ryan…
In high school I was ALL about the rollers for dances. And by “rollers” I mean hair rollers. I loved to have my hair CUR. LEE. And during my senior year there was some drama as to who I wound up accompanying me to my Senior Homecoming dance. I won’t get into all the details…
Then and Now
I think we get more brave as we get older. More confident. More secure in our own skin. I know I have. The other night I posted this photo on instagram and twitter. I’m wearing that “cramazing” (crazy & amazing make one word!) shoe and its mate to a shindig this weekend for Tim’s company….
The Puzzle
He sits on the floor with all the pieces spread out before him, some still upside down where you cannot see the part of the picture they will eventually make. I tell him he should do the outside border pieces first but he does not listen and just grabs the one that looks like it…
This roller coaster…
Sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down. The ups are scary and the downs are scarier. I’m in the downs right now. I cannot run (still, yet, now, pain free, ugh). This fact makes me a bit depressed. And so I just want to EAT! The true definition of a vicious cycle in my life….