mercurial scribe

Awhile ago, the Husband and I were noshing on some yumminess at the local mall when I saw a teenie-bopper, not 13 or 14 years old, dancing about in line with her friends to get a drink while singing a familiar Green Day diddy. But as I heard her a second time, I turned and glared in disbelief.

“I want to be an American idiot!” she sang, rocking out.

I turned to Justin. “Did I just hear that right?”

“Yep, you heard her right.”

“She really thinks those are the lyrics, doesn’t she?”

With chagrin for her, he agreed only to hear her sing it again.

“Looks like you’re there, hun,” I muttered, sipping my lemonade.

(So this is how my parents felt when I messed up the words to a Zeppelin song - I’m sorry!)

In other news, how do you like the new digs? Fancy, huh?

Dear Miriam,

My love, let me start with you are an adorable handful. I need you to understand this because that is the very reason I didn’t get to your first month’s letter. I was too busy feeding, burping and changing you while trying very desperately to get some sleep. It’s not the most desperate I’ve ever been for sleep, but dang it was close. (more…)

First, let’s spread some LinkyLove with the blog carnivals I participated in this week: Fitness Buff’s Total Mind and Body Fitness Carnival as well as The Tenth Edition of the Carnival of Improving Life. God bless those Canadians!

So, go view the excellent material in those carnivals while you await the first Dear Miri letter postpartum scheduled for the 25th!

By the way, how to you like the new layout? Spiffy, eh?

Yes, the “mercurial” part has struck again, as it always does.

This is not postpartum depression, people. If I hear that one more time I just may go postal. I am bipolar - this is nothing new to me. No, this is the good ol’ devil of the May blues I’m perfectly familiar with, the same bastard of rage and sadness I’ve known for years.

To commemorate our horrible time together, me and these May depressions/mixed states, I’m making a list on how not to deal with depression as I’ve done with my own special brand of raging sadness. Ahem… (more…)

I, like everyone who has ever tried to lose weight, have a slew of excuses. I even have some really good ones for why I only exercised once this past week. (Yes, you read that right - ONCE.) I’m a new mother is my go-to excuse of choice. I mean, goodness, Miri’s 8 weeks old and more demanding than her mother! But seriously, I know I must take responsibility for my actions despite the fatigue Miri can cause - after all, one cannot change what one does not acknowledge, right Dr. Phil? (more…)