19
May
10

Damn all you mommy bloggers.

I am a very hard worker and most days am laser-freaking-focused on the task at hand, but every now and then my mind takes a little walk and I just can’t seem to get a thing done. On those days I spend way too long on Facebook and inevitably peruse a few of those infamous blogs de mamme. You know the ones about fashion and fun and frolic? They’re all very cutesy and have instructions on how to “spruce up” a toddler’s bedroom with a horse drawn chariot made entirely out of chicken wire. I hate those people. Seriously. IF I had the creative wherewithal to come up with a pattern for a lovely and slimming kitchen apron featuring vintage fabrics salvaged from file 13 at the Salvation Army, I would not know how to sew it. And IF I had a glue gun I WOULD NOT DARE heat the sucker up during the light of day.

Is something wrong with me?

Am I not normal?

Is there a website where one can purchase more hours for the day and a little extra energy to go beyond just heating the dino-shaped chicken nuggets? I’d LOVE to decorate cakes for the sick and shut in, and create jewelry that expresses my concern for women’s equality, but who has the time? I can’t even keep up with who got voted off Dancing with the freaking Stars.

Come on all you creative people, fess up. Martha Stewart’s got an army helping her keep it all together. Are you running a sweat shop out back by the barn???

04
Mar
10

Letting Go

I’ve been let go a time or two.

Eight or nine years ago I was working for one of those supplement companies. I had moved up from the phones, seen a couple of promotions and there I found myself, feeling important, managing deadlines and expectations and pushing pens; people. It was my first real career job, and when they offered me a demotion or the door I was deflated. Disappointed. Disposable.

Disposable sucks. Like Hyundais and yellow-boxed cameras with only plastic parts.

Luckily for me though, I had been disposed before. The first big letting was parental, and then, the summer before my junior year at State I was let go by love.  My position, eliminated.

I cried a lot and begged his mother to talk some sense into him. Spent several weeks just staring off in space. But then I got bored and got creative. Found a job out of town and a school out of state and eventually I was the one letting go. Getting on with it.

As Christmas is the season of giving I guess my first love called me the first break I flew home. Said he loved me still. Said he loved me enough to let me go find me and I believe Him.

Although it’s scary as hell to walk away from comfortable and into a new state or new state of mind, being let go is not always the same as being let down. In my experience, being let go is most often being set FREE.

30
Jan
10

what i’m reading

i’m determined to get back into blogging. promising myself (believe it or not) that i’ll write a little something EVERY night so that it becomes habit and i get better at it. i’m feeling like i need to do something different these days, so here i am, new netbook on lap, prepared to become prosaic.

just like with dieting, however, it’s  never good to jump into anything completely. so instead of writing something actually meaningful, i’ll just tell you what i’m reading.

Same Kind of Different As Me

same kind of different is a fantastic true story of a homeless man and an art dealer who strike up an unlikely friendship thanks in part to an inspired dream by an inspired lady named debbie. i’m about halfway through and i adore her. and denver the homeless guy.

i’m into true stories these days. people are cool. thanks people, for getting off the couch. may i follow in your footsteps and soon peel my but off our butterscotch seat of love.

19
May
09

hello blog. it’s me, margaret.

i was determined to actually update this blog when i created it, but then i became a sort-of single parent and that’s when everything went all pear shaped. zoe has actually been a total dream this whole time, but still, i’m busy and what not.

anyway, here are a few post topics i’ve been writing in my head…

     – does satan exist?

     – top 5 things to do on the pot

     – bundt baby bundt

     – what i’m reading (House on Mango Street, A Million Little Pieces, Operating Instructions)

     – family values

more on those later. tonight, i just want to say that this parenting gig is the craziest thing. i put zo’s new toddler bed together last night and she freaked out when she saw it this morning. i had to pry her from her new primarily-colored pillows to change her diaper, and she cried all the way to skool days wailing, “my zoe’s big girl bed…i sleep!” even still, i was prepared for a mini battle after her bath tonight.

but she was great.

we read a few books, turned on the sleepy time tunes, and she was out.

as we’ve been sharing our bed with her since january, i want to dance. but more than dance, to cry.

22
Apr
09

single motherhood

Af left for Nashville this morning. He’s going to be there for the next three months bringing home a little APX bacon. He’ll be great at the sales thing, and I know he’ll enjoy a change of pace, but I’m going to miss him like a woman possessed. I travel quite a bit, but we’ve never been apart for more than a week or so. Although I know this next chapter will be quite the challenge, I am looking forward to a few things…

 

1) Appreciating everything my husband does for me.

Af’s the laundry guy, is AMAZING with Zoe, takes car of the car and the garbage, walks the boys twice a day, fetches things from up or downstairs when I’m too lazy to fetch them myself, and is just an all around GREAT catch, but I know there’s more. After over six years of marriage it’s easy to take things for granted so I’m thankful for this opportunity to really examine how much easier he makes my life and living it.

 

2) Playing supermom.

Because Africa is so great with Zoe I often take a back seat and let him manage the madness. She’s perfect 80% of the time, and I know it sounds weird, but I’m thrilled to take on that not-so-super 20%. Single mothers keep it together every day, day after day, right? Surely I can keep my cool for 12 short weeks!

 

3) Taking control.

Being married has given me license to let a lot of things slide (gym attendance, budgeting, lipstick application, regular prayer and time with the Good Book, yadda, yadda, yad) and now that I have no one to blame but myself, I’m going to try to get a little better at a few more things that matter.

 

Pray for me freinds and neighbors. And pray for my favorite Africano.

May his butt remain unbitten and his pockets fill to overflowing.

16
Apr
09

Tall Drink of Water

 

float_mark1I’ve been attending the local chapter of the National Speakers Association to hone my presentin’ skillz, and I must say that the organization draws a unique crowd. Last night we heard from local Chad Hymas, who is awesome, but had me participate in a random “exercise” to illustrate a point about our need to give more and take less. Chad’s a paraplegic, and talked about our need to change our habits in order to conquer life’s obstacles. Anyway, he asked me to volunteer in this little project where he had me try to take a drink from a water bottle without using my hands.

And suddenly there I was, barefoot on the floor trying to unscrew the lid from a water bottle with my teeth.

I am not the most limber of people, and was therefore praying the whole time that all those Fiber One bars I’ve been eating since joining Weight Watchers would not cause a major flatulation, and that if said occurrence were to happen, former Utah Jazz basketball great Mark Eaton (who is 7’ 4” and was seated right next to my hunched frame) would not hear it. Luckily, the other dude who was also participating in operation embarrassing as hell soon discovered that the best way to drink from a bottle without hands is to simply ask for help. Some little old Relief Society lady opened his bottle and gave him a drink, then the whole crowd turned to stare at me. And Mark. Who then had to pry my bottle from my stinky flats feet and then give me a sip as well.

Too bad it wasn’t Kobe.

13
Apr
09

What I’m Reading

cupcake-book-2“I don’t know how she does it!” is an oft-heard refrain about mothers today. Funnily enough, most moms agree they have no idea how they get it done, or whether they even want the job. Trisha Ashworth and Amy Nobile spoke to mothers of every stripe working, stay-at-home, part-time and found a surprisingly similar trend in their interviews. After enthusing about her lucky life for twenty minutes, a mother would then break down and admit that her child’s first word was “Shrek.” As one mom put it, “Am I happy? The word that describes me best is challenged.” Fresh from the front lines of modern motherhood comes a book that uncovers the guilty secrets of moms today . . . in their own words. I Was a Really Good Mom Before I Had Kids diagnoses the craziness and offers real solutions, so that mothers can step out of the madness and learn to love motherhood as much as they love their kids.