Wednesday, April 01, 2015

Listen to... my husband

So, if you're keeping up with my continuing tale of Listen To Your Mother OKC, you know that I didn't make the cast, but my husband did. Because he's not a blogger, he's sharing the story behind his story here.

Monday, March 30, 2015


Mom, is it weird that I like this? ... Is it weird that I think this? ... Is it weird that I don't like that?

I get a lot of this from my 10 year old, a remarkable young girl who loves reading and justice, who doesn't abide bullshit. The overthinker who will probably write that book before she's 18, while I've been talking about writing my book since way before she was born. She's the one who makes things happen. The girl who breaks big concepts down into a sound bite, a skill she developed as a preschooler.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Say No to Frumpy

My dream of a What Not To Wear ambush makeover by Stacy and Clinton will never be realized. I know this now, and I'm learning to let go. Yet, it's my biggest dream when I get in a wardrobe funk. And I'm there. In the funky rut of not knowing what to wear. It's been a tough few years for me, wardrobe-wise; I've lost and gained weight and find myself at an impasse with clothes.

I know I have to wear them. But I'm not very happy with them. So that means lots of t-shirts and lots of jeans. Sigh.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Parenting: the next level

I remember, vaguely, my reaction to the news that I was having a boy. A boy? I don't know what to do with a boy. After all, I'd never been a little boy. I understood things like butterflies and babydolls, not trucks and such.

I know; sexist, much? I blame the hormones.

Friday, March 20, 2015

The Birth of Ugly Sauce

Who would have thought that I would find love at the Thunder game? Let me explain—I found buffalo mozzarella on a panini at a thunder game. Same difference. Walking around the concourse pre-game, I wasn't even hungry. The smell of roasting processed pork and enriched flour pretzels didn't call to me with their siren song.

But then, we turned the corner and came upon a mouth-wateringly gorgeous aroma.

It was cheese.

I was a goner.