Last week I was a bit of a negative Nancy.
And by bit, I mean a walking, talking, raging, wounded sub-humanoid, seeping venom at every step. The Hubby kept it more succinct and said, “you seem angry.”
In any event, my Femme Fatale (I’m talking about Aunt Flo or in more socially deviant circles known as Cousin Cramps and Bleeds A Lot) showed up unexpectedly and it all made sense, especially the headaches and those late night sessions with the strawberry rhubarb coffee cake, the not so leftover pizza, both chocolate bars and those salty and satisfying potato chips with ruffles, because they’re better for scooping up dip. Mmmm chip dip.
Instead of leaving you with the lovely image of me sucking salt off my fingers, and not just the tips, I’ve decided to switch things up today and share what’s making my heart go pitter-patter. Ya know, the stuff of rainbows, unicorn farts and puppy dog tears. That’s right, I’m sending sunshine up your keister and mine.
Warning, this could tickle.
Motherhood. I’m actually starting to enjoy this whole stay at home mom thing now. Park play dates, slides, swings, and things, trips to the zoo, splash pads, library runs, not to mention a tremendous lack of job stress. Teething aside, it’s getting kind of magical, although we need to keep this one on the D.L. since I wouldn’t want to ruin my reputation as a hard ass…with an urban farm, a love of yoga, and a crisp glass of white wine on a summer evening. Clearly, these things cry out Ninja Warrior.
Eat Yo’ Veggies (and Fruit). Tis the season, at least here in Ohio after all. Thanks to the re-emergence of farmers markets, my CSA commencing, and my garden growing, I’m knee-deep in greens and strawberries and loving every minute of it. I know, I know, it’s the honeymoon phase to be sure, but I’m going to lap it up and by lap, I mean lick.
Ave’s Edibles. I’m not talking about some kind of marijuana shaped baked good with the face of my baby imprinted in poppy seeds and dusted with confectioners sugar. No, I mean the tiny dictator is a champion eater. She consumes practically everything we throw at her from smoked salmon to olives, green and black, to kale chips to pesto by the spoonful and even turnip fritters. Of course, she inhales the usual things like beans, potatoes (this one is in her DNA), cheese, pancakes, granola, pizza, and avocados. I have no idea how we got so lucky but I’m rolling with it.
Pedicures. Self care is totally bad ass. I have to keep my ninja toes in peak performing condition. After all, you never know when you have to throw on your cape and save the day.
The Double Dog. If you’re gonna eat a hotdog, and I recommend you do, then it’s gotta be two. It makes for the perfect bun to meat ratio. Anything else is substandard and overly bready, and you know I love my carbs.
Speaking of carbs, I think it’s time for me to go see if there’s any crunchy crumbs left in that chip bag. If not, I suppose I could eat the rest of the dip with a spoon. It’s a rough life, but somebody’s gotta live it.
What do you think about The Double Dog? What’s making you happy lately?