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Years and years ago I watched a documentary highlighting Jerry Seinfeld. I like him. I also like his wife’s cookbooks because they present super healthy kid friendly meals. When I use her recipes I feel like I’m some kind of high class skinny bitch. Is there any better feeling in the world? 

Sorry, back to Jerry’s documentary. I rented it in college, when Blockbuster was still a thing. I sat down with my, then boyfriend, and soaked up every bit of it. He was too distracted by the language to truly appreciate it. This may be, in part, why the relationship went sour. 

A large portion of the documentary is dedicated to Seinfeld mentoring an up and coming comedian. This comedian is continually frustrated by his lack of success. He’s good. He’s funny. He knows he is funny. Hell, even Jerry knows he is funny. This poor guy is pleading with Jerry. “Why, oh why, can I not catch a break? I’m doing stand-up three nights a week. I continually work on new material. I get one rave review after another. Why oh I why?” Jerry pauses, looks at the guy and calmly states, “Well, what would you rather be doing?” 

This has stuck with me. Which is why I can quote this line verbatim, exactly nine years after seeing this film. This is how I feel about my writing. I have been that guy, with a sweaty brow, and an exhausted spirit pleading with Jerry. Why, oh why? Finally this line I had stored away for nine years suddenly rose to the top of my mind, “Well, what would you rather be doing.”

So thanks for that Jerry. Tell Jessica I said hello, won’t you?

New Year's Resolutions

Sometimes I make them, most of the time I don’t. However, this past year I dropped my writing habit. For a lot of reasons, really. As writing and blogging became further and further away a piece of me began to fester. A daily fester of anxiety, I’m afraid. It was like a child whining at my feet reaching up for me to hold and instead I picked up my son, picked up the toys, picked up carpool kids, picked up way too many Christmas gifts and continued to neglect the annoying whine, and the desperate reach.

As this year came closer and closer to it’s end I kept thinking I should really pick up this needy kid, called Writing. Give him some attention and see what he wants. I know he needs something. I don’t know if he needs me to analyze the latest bachelor episode? Maybe. Or does he need a blog post here and there to soothe his weary soul? Perhaps he is so high maintenance he requires a novel. I don’t know, but this year I’m going to try to pick this kid up, put him on my hip and carry him through this next year.  My glass is raised to you and your goals as I hope yours is to mine.

Happy New Year,

Lindy
vintage new year photo

The Power of Writing Offline

I do realize the irony of me writing online about how I’m writing offline may be a little much but hear me out. Call me old school, but I’ve been journaling again. I know the hecklers out there may be saying, “And do you wipe your precious little tears with your Grandma’s hanky too?” To them I would say no, I framed that hanky because I thought it would make for a sentimental piece of art work thank you very much.

To those of you who may say, but my blog is my journal, I would say, “I get it, so is mine, kind of.”  Here is what I’ve noticed about my private journal. It is raw, honest, genuine and more positive than anything I’ve ever confessed online. I can say things in there that I would not want posted for the world to see.

(my bestie gave me this journal years ago, I'm now deciding to fill it's pages)

 

Before I began my blog I read blogs like crazy but would usually end up with a bad taste in my mouth after reading about how smart your kids are. Seeing your beautiful homes left me feeling more jealous than inspired and let’s just skip the part about your adorable husband.  As a result of these feelings and insecurities I tend to take the opposite approach by downplaying everything. I’m inclined to cut out the bits and pieces that would make you sick in fear that no one likes a bragger. I like to be relatable, down to earth and funny and I think self deprecating creates that rhythm and so my blog usually follows this trend. But I had to question, where do all these bits and pieces go? These bits and pieces are the ones I really want to remember. Finally it dawned on me that I need to journal these thoughts. I want to write about something my husband did for me that made me swoon and I want to express it in the cheesiest possible way, in a way that if I did it online, you’d be thinking, ya, that chick is compensating for something, she’s probably a complete wreck. I want to write down how amazing I think my daughter is and how much I love this little baby. I want to finally write something GOOD about myself and really believe it. I want it to be in my handwriting, with spelling errors galore. I want to say I really do have the cutest kids in the world without fearing some kind of back lash.

I use to journal in college and in high school when blogs were not a thing when I didn’t have anyone to share my problems with. I spilled my feelings into that journal. The lines on those pages took quite a beating. When I got married I found that I shared such feeling and problems with my partner. As he began to listen and offer advice my journal began collecting dust, years went unrecorded.   

I’m happy to say I have now been journaling everyday for last four weeks. My entries are simple, sometimes just a few bullet points. Many of the things I write down would mean nothing to you, like, “Mack took a good nap today, I’m so grateful.” Yet that simple statement means the world to me.  You guys, I’m writing it down, privately, and it’s changing my life.

This Got Me Thinking

A question was posed on twitter last week by writer, Angela, whom I admire and follow. The question: “Would you recognize yourself if you peered in from ten years ago?"

This question had me thinking all week. My immediate response? Hell no. My 17 year old self would have been mortified. What? I’m 27 with a 2 year old daughter and another baby on the way, wearing some unfortunate maternity shirt looking chubby and exhausted. I would have most likely been shocked by her stay-at-home-mom status, spending her days cleaning up puddles of pee and folding laundry.

After I spent some time thinking about how different my life could have been without the overwhelming calling of motherhood I realized, perhaps, I should not be taking the opinion of my 17 year old self so seriously. Today I opposed her view with the same jaw-dropped shock in mind. No I never thought by 27 I’d live in such a beautiful home, have the opportunity to watch my beautiful little daughter grow up. Never thought I’d be lucky enough to be having another baby with a husband I adore and admire. Ten years ago, I wouldn’t have known that what seems to be such an ordinary life may be one of the more extraordinary ones.

So, how would you have answered Angela’s question?

Another Pin

I find it hilarious this outfit requires a matching drink. When I design a fashion board I'm going to put a neat little sweatsuit together and pair it with a cheeseburger. I think people would repin the shit out of it.

Dreams

Oh my goodness the other night I had a horrific dream, the kind where you wake up in the morning and have to convince yourself that it was in fact a dream.
Here goes...
Mason and I had been dating for I don’t know how long; dreams are not specific in this respect, right? Isn’t that annoying? In my mind Mason and I had become a serious item. I was anticipating his proposal any day now. It was then I found out he had proposed to another. I was shocked, the wind taken out of my sails, the rug pulled out from under me, the wool pulled over my eyes, and any other saying you can think related to finding yourself completely dumbfounded, you should insert here. When I approached Mason about his proposal. I said I thought you loved me, I thought you were going to purpose to me, I thought we were serious. To which he replied, NO, NO, NO, with a look of, this girl can’t be serious, plastered on his face. I felt so stupid. I remember feeling like I couldn’t breathe.

When I awoke from this dream Mason was not laying next me (he goes to the gym early). It wasn’t until I heard the garage door open that I thought, oh phew, he did purpose to me, and we are married, and oh ya we had a kid together.

When Mason arrived I told him about my appalling dream. His only response, “Well was the other girl hot?” Nice Mason, real nice.

Ode to the ipod

I must warn you this is a rather tragic story about a girl without an ipod, the only girl in this country without one. As if you're not crying already I'll continue with the story. It was a Monday morning I just finished a rather satisfying workout at my local gym. Me, my sweat towel, water bottle, and this little nano made a stop at the restroom before picking Milly up at kids Club. (The restroom visit I would later regret.) I placed my towel and nano on top of the toilet as I finished my business I flushed the "toe toe" (as my grandmother would call it) and grabbed my towel which caused my nano to go diving into the toe toe while it was still flushing. I saw it all happen, my motherly instincts kicked in and I grabbed the headphones which were wrapped around my little nano, and I've never been fly fishing but I swear you would think I was a pro as I yanked the ipod and saved it from it's urine soaked despair. I came out of the stall and ripped off the nano's blue cover and began to pat it dry. The nano was weak due to the traumatic incident, saying it had no battery connection. Not to worry nans I'll get you home where it's warm and dry and we'll get you all charged up good as new. Exhilarated by my first rescue I called Mason to tell him. His only reply; "If that thing has your pee on it I don't want it in my house." Seriously how insensitive can you be?! Little did I know the faint battery warning would be nano's last words. Little nans and I met while I was in college and we've seen eachother through a lot; long runs, bike rides in which he was tucked in my bra, boyfriends dowloading music onto him. Little nans you will be missed dearly. So unless any of you know how to revive a urine soaked ipod than I guess I'll just be here singing to myself.

Life is Fragile

More pictures of Milly later, but for now, another article. Just click here.

Much Love,

Lindy

Fall Hike

This picture is from the hike I took this past friday up to the wind caves... Don't you just love this time of year?

Please Vote!

I need a favor from every one. ..PLEASE!?!?! My friend Jennie Kunz is trying to win this contest were she could win a free photo session and a bunch of other fun goodies!! Jennie is a photographer herself so she's never in any photos so please to go to this blog: http://mommymodels.blogspot.com/ . . . I know, weird name and vote for her shoes. Sounds funny, huh?! But, that's what it is, there are pictures of her shoes, along with a few others and her shoes need to get the most votes. Jennie is #20, and her name is beside it. . . the contest ends this friday at midnight! SO PLEASE GO VOTE!!! THANKS!!!

A Little Warning

Okay normally I have loved the tide stick, but wanted to give a little warning to those of you who are also fans of this modern stain removing miracle... They can go rotten.... I mean actually rot. I used it yesterday and as I was applying this magic onto my white t-shirt that I had stained with chocolate... yes what else, but chocolate, there was an aroma that smelled of baby vomit. I smelled everything around me including Mason and low and behold it was the orange stick causing all the problems. It still worked removing the chocolate as promised but left me smelling as if I had been caring for a newborn. The worst part I was in such a rush I wore the shirt anyway.... my mom is cringing right now. (Mom I have also ironed shirts and skirts with my flat iron, it's almost as if someone else raised me.) Anyway, my advice, smell these puppies before using.

Is this Recession Causing you some Depression

If our current economic status has got you down in the dumps and you find yourself in no position to afford the retail therpay that once cheered you up, then add a bottle of this sweet stuff into your next grocery outing. It seems to me that pumping up my lashes has vamped up my mood as well. I like the waterproof as I swim quite a bit, plus the blue waves around the center make me happy. Try it. You'll like it.

I know you'll try it, and it's ok...

I did this today and you better believe I’ll do it again.
Sometimes I put things on my to do list after I’ve already done them, just so I can check them off. For example you wake up from a long nap go right to your to do list and put “Take a long nap in the middle of the day” then check it off right then and there!
Or you may want to try this one tomorrow. Arrive at work write up your to do list include things like: wash hair, get dressed, put on shoes and drive to work, then check, check, and check… now don’t you feel accomplished. I know you’ll try this, you don’t have to tell me you did, I’ll just know due to the new confidence you’ll exude.

Is Flower Power Back?

I am looking for some new shoes to cheer me up. Would you wear these, and what with?