This is my little self-improvement experiment. Here I discuss mental health, weight loss, debt elimination, parenthood, pop culture and generally whatever gets me thinking. Be forewarned, we go for brutal honesty here; however, I do play well with others and so should you.
Since becoming a mother, my daily routine has gone to crap. Seriously. It seemed like everything I tried would only further frustrate me, including my sudden obsession with waking up early to get work done before Miri was up and ready to start her day. As a person with bipolar, my moods were all over the place.
After a month or so of trying - rather desperately - to be an early riser waking as early as 5 a.m. to implement at least a resemblance of a respectable daily routine that hinged on waking up at that time, I have come to realize that it just doesn’t work for me. I am a night owl by nature and the more I fight it, the more sleep-deprived I am which means the more the bipolar is aggravated. Trying to change one’s biological tendencies is always a losing battle: it is a matter of understanding your biology and make it work for you. Continue Reading…
Once upon a time I was a fan of your movies, Kevin Smith. Mallrats made me laugh and Chasing Amy was great flick. In fact, I even loved your sappier side in Jersey Girl, especially the Broadway homage with the Sweeney Todd bit. And even though I wasn’t as fond of Dogma, disliked the Jay & Silent Bob movies and thought Clerks 2 sucked, I still liked you. But now you have been black-balled, my friend. I throw down the gauntlet.
You have ruined the beautiful name I have bestowed my daughter. She will now be associated with this stupid title which is why I refuse to see it. I curse the day you thought of this title, I curse it!
This is for the fathers who participate;
Who show to ballet recitals and football games,
hockey practice and piano practice;
Who change dirty diapers and makes bath-time fun;
Who help with homework,
Who rough-house,
For he who teaches his children how to tie a shoe and a tie.
This is for the fathers who discipline;
who talk, hug, kiss, and say “I love you.”
This is for the fathers who love their children’s mother,
teaching his children to respect themselves and the opposite gender.
This is for the fathers who give horseback rides;
who makes pig-tails and ponytails and tall tales;
who teaches a boy how to be a man and a girl to chose a man wisely.
This is for the fathers who truly father their children,
who choose to sacrifice their own playtime
to love, protect, discipline and teach.
Happy Father’s Day!
Justin, my Love, my Husband - Miriam and I love and appreciate you so very much. Happy first Daddy’s Day! xoxo
