Why I Hate Spring

April 18th, 2014

It’s been a long week. I am sleep deprived. But there is one thing I know for sure.

I hate Spring.

I used to love it.

I used to rejoice in the flowers blooming, the warm weather, the blue skies, the trees blooming.

Now, Spring means this.
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And swollen itchy eyes that wake a 4 year old up every 3-4 hours every night.( when the Benadryl wears off).

And multiple trips to the dr and multiple call outs at work.

And the endless suffering of one 4 year old who should have been happily hunting eater eggs yesterday at school rather than being held hostage by the pollen indoors.





Letters to My Sons: April

April 16th, 2014

Dear Pookah:


You had your first baseball game last week.

As an obsessed MWAC, I had grand plans of taking all of these actions shots when you stepped up to bat. I wanted that emotion, the first hit, the look on your face. I wanted it all.

I got the back of you through a fence.  LOL

When you did step up to the plate and you did get a hit, I was so excited that I almost DROPPED my camera. LOL

I was so proud of you!!!

And I saw the joy on your face as you ran to first base. I saw the joy on your Daddy’s face. And I knew it was reflected in mine.

While I was initially disappointed that I didn’t capture exactly what I wanted, I realized that I would always have that memory of your first hit.

I can’t wait to see the rest!




Because I’m Happy…..

April 15th, 2014

This week’s theme is GET HAPPY!

Show us photos that make you feel like a room without a roof…




For me, this weekend, it was this. It was Pookah’s first T-ball game. Opening day. He got a hit! I was so busy screaming I missed getting the shot of him actually hitting the ball! But it was a proud Mama moment. And despite the pollen, he enjoyed himself for a few hours.

I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!

mylifesphotos for spring

Year 38

April 14th, 2014




Hello everyone. It’s my birthday, it’s my birthday. It’s my birthday.

My birthdays are usually all about me. Because frankly, that’s what a birthday is about. LOL

But as I grow older I notice that things change and priorities become different.

Now I’m an aries, and selfish and self centered by nature( even though I have worked HARD to overcome this, my birthday is that one area that I just…I struggle with).#keepinitreal   I always joke that my birthday is the international day of me. And I don’t work it, I don’t clean house, I don’t cook….you get the point.

But this year, I’ve had to break my streak.

You see, I don’t have anytime left to take off.

Pookah has been sick quite a bit this year and my birthday is on a weekday.   I had ONE day left that I was hoarding for my birthday.  I used that day last week when Pookah was being attacked by the high pollen count and had to stay home. Cdub and I swap turns and since he had to stay home three days in a row I had to have a turn.


One things I have learned being a mother is that it is not about YOU.

You may think it is, you may plan for it to be, but children come first.

No matter what.

So on this 38th anniversary of the day I was born, I’ll be off to work. I can only be thankful that I

  1.  Only have to work 8 hours.
  2. Get off early
  3. Have a job to complain about not getting off of
  4. I have my health

So yes, it’s still my birthday, I’m just not spending it drinking lattes, having a massage and shopping like I usually do.

Maybe next year.

But for now, I am grateful that I am seeing 38.

I am grateful that I had a beautiful weekend.

I am grateful that I got gifts and cakes and MONEY.

I am grateful for all the birthday wishes.

I am grateful for hearing my daddy struggle through the yearly tradition of singing me happy birthday that he and my mother have done every year since I was born.

Life is good. I am in a good place. I am thankful. I am peaceful.

Welcome 38. Can’t wait to see what you are about.



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