Eliza in Progress

No, this will not be a "what I wore" post, and if it were you would be privileged with 4 different angles of Men's nike sweats in a deep tone of navy blue purchased at Ross, a white cable knit sweater from Target to class it up a little and a eggplant colored coat because as my aunt would say who apparently didn't have the same Victorian upbringing we did and can say such forbidden words, I am a "freezy butt".  For 29.99 you too can look this good. No I'm talking about people's personalities, their style of talking and expressing themselves, what they say, how they say it, etc... Now before I get into this you have to know something about me, and when I tell you you have to promise to read this whole post and not come away with the conclusion that I hate people and most likely you and that I think I am the bomb. Don't get paranoid or annoyed and please just bear with me. Okay with that disclaimer, are you excited or nervous now?  ; )    So I re

This thought occurs to me, oh about 3 times a day, at least.  Mostly they are not pleasant realizations, like when Belle fell off of the counter and split her chin and was pouring blood and I literally ran around, flapping and fluttering, and I was looking for my phone and then manically dialing whoever came to mind and then when someone finally picked up and told me to take her to instacare I flapped and fluttered around til I got everyone in the car and then while we were driving she was falling asleep and I was yelling through tears "Belle, STay with me!  HOld on!  Stay with me!"  and then Josh met me there and strolled in and was calm as a summer's morn and went back there with her while they stitched her up and I was crying and holding my other child tight like I would never take his life for granted again even if we lost the other child, and then I was like "oh yeah I"m a grown up. I maybe should have handled that better." Or when I hide in a dark c

So recently I've been through something that in hindsight was not a big deal, but in the moment really affected me and my family.  I had a miscarriage last November and ever since then I have not felt like myself. I was tired all the time , gained weight, and just felt so out of whack, anxious, emotional, irritable, exhausted, achey, etc...  I finally found out  (a year later!) I have hormone issues, thyroid, progesterone, etc...  Then in September I got mono and I went down hard.  For about 2 months I was pretty much in bed (can I get a holla for netflix!).  I would get up to send them to school, and then back up at 12:00 to make a sandwich for the kids.   Other than that I could not and did not move or do anything to expend energy.  I couldn't shop, cook, clean, or do much of anything.  Going up the stairs or putting make up on or even standing up to shower was too much to handle.  It was kind of awful.  But it was also very temporary, not serious and I had a huge support sys

The person that started making kid shows entertaining to adults is my hero and a brilliant business person.  Because I'm a mediocrey mom I've logged quite a bit of hours watching pbs kids, and lest you think me a crappy mom, I do have my standards, i.e. my little ponies/littlest pet shop/arthur is banned. Because I don't want bratty kids.  Anyway, because of all the time in observation and analysis, I thought I would save some of you busy moms that like clean or something a short list of shows that should be avoided and what should be recorded if you actually have one of those fancy dvr devices, which I don't, in that case you can tell time and plan your day around daniel tiger's neighborhood and martha speaks, like I do. Okay so here are my top picks: Category: Most watchable and adorable. 1. Sesame Street- Obviously a classic as its been around so long, but seriously its like saturday night live, but clean and actually funny.  It hammers home a theme of a n

                                                   I just finished "One More Time, a Memoir" by Carol Burnett.  I give it 4 stars.  I really really liked it.  I am fascinated by people's lives and backgrounds and this was everything I want to know about, well everyone.  She weaves through little anecdotes, experiences and memories effortlessly and although random, it somehow flows.  She starts with her first memory and stays pretty chronological as she goes through her whole childhood, adolescence and early adult life.  She started this book as a letter to her daughters so they would know her background, and cement those childhood stories she had told them at bedtime. Even though her young life could be called a tragedy, it never feels that way.  She really refrains from judgment and/or rationalizing when talking about the dysfunctional people in her life.  You just see it through her sweet, innocent, honest eyes and you just know she'll be okay.  Of course she al