bad mom

24/365 "resolve"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 00:24:00 +0000

End of the quarter
Only a few days away
Everyone starts fresh

23/365 "resolve"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 07:11:00 +0000

Most people who know me for more than ten minutes are aware that I prefer not to workout; that word alone has always made me shudder. My friend found a magnet for me that explains it all: "Whenever I say the word 'exercise' I wash my mouth out with chocolate." Of course I realize there is merit to exercise (hello, Hershey!) but I am so busy, and I can't find an activity that I enjoy, plus I've been lucky enough to stay reasonably healthy without it for decades. Okay, really I'm disgustingly lazy.

But recently something came over me. Maybe it was the whirlwind series of doctor appointments, trying to figure out the source of my increasing fatigue, wherein I had to repeatedly check the "Sedentary" box on health history forms. That is simply embarrassing. So I decided to join my man at the gym - this time not just so I could buy some cute new yoga clothes but also so I could get my heart pumping, while having 45 minutes of uninterrupted reading time and John Mayer playlist. Multiple win.

And strangely, I kind of like it. My man & I actually talk to and from the gym, and sometimes we compete for distance on the elliptical machine. I don't lift weights with him (how could I read like that?) and I cannot bring myself to coordinate visits with actual fitness classes, but I still think good things might be happening. At the very least, I occasionally break a bead of sweat trying to average 3 minute miles on the stationary bike (see photo!); it depends on how involving that night's chapter is, or if I get sucked into Facebooking instead of reading or riding.

Just don't say I'm exercising, please. You'll owe me some chocolate.

22/365 "resolve"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 19:21:00 +0000

To do: Life.

21/365 "joy"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 04:09:00 +0000

Cocktails on date night
Celebrating the weekend
Unleashing the week

20/365 "joy"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 06:54:00 +0000

bright
bangle
beads
best friend
bought
beloved

19/365 "joy"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 05:41:00 +0000

If you say so, cookie.

18/365 "joy"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 21:54:00 +0000

Grandma's recipe
With some chocolate chips thrown in
Still tastes just like love

17/365 "joy"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 00:53:00 +0000

To condole the beasts young & old(er) who will likely be denied a snow day.

15/365 "joy"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 05:35:00 +0000

Store banners at night
Waving in winter weather
Customers or no

14/365 "bright"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 04:52:00 +0000

Bright lights, big city
Portlandia calls to me
90s are alive!

13/365 "bright"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 03:41:00 +0000

Game night at my school
Kids versus grown-ups for fun
Hope there's no trouble...

12/365 "bright"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 04:40:00 +0000

11/365 "bright"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 14:40:00 +0000

Mornings try my soul,
Mind tricks and bright lights don't work;
I'm too smart [lazy].

brilliance

10/365 "bright"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 02:18:00 +0000

A touch of yellow
Does a body (and brain) good
Bring on the bouquets

9/365 "bright"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 06:32:00 +0000

My man's beaming face
Brightens my every day.
For real; not kidding.

8/365 "bright"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 22:36:00 +0000

January sun
streaming through the windowpane
soothes my weary head

7/365 "beginnings"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 05:30:00 +0000

beginning the end
ornaments in holding stage
await their boxes

6/365 "beginnings"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 03:43:00 +0000

What to do Friday?
Hey I know - the gym sounds fun!
Must have lost my mind.

5/365 "beginnings"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 04:13:00 +0000

bloom

photo by my girl

4/365 "beginnings"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 03:00:00 +0000

new book just for me

hope to get it read before

year comes to an end

[resolved]

3/365 "beginnings"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 05:31:00 +0000

this is beginning
to become a bad habit:
tardy Christmas cards

2/365 "beginnings"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 17:31:00 +0000

Monday

Still vacation, yes
No need to get out of bed
But I'm so hungry

1/365 "beginnings"

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 05:30:00 +0000

It's a brand new year,
Full of possibilities;
I'll eat it like bread.

365 foto anno project

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 04:00:00 +0000

Crystal Hotel ~ Portland, Oregon

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holiday highs

noreply@blogger.com (stephanie (bad mom)) — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 23:49:00 +0000

Rainboots on Wahlbergs and whiskers on Goslings

Bright silver bracelets and warm hotel lodgings

Tiffany-blue packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things

Green-colored monies and crisp appletinis

New books and old books and cheese tortellinis

Wide airplane seats open right over the wings

These are a few of my favorite things

Little black dresses that make me look thinner

Snowflakes that come down and stick all through dinner

Long winter breaks that blend into Springs

These are a few of my favorite things

When the girl whines

When the teen groans

When I'm feeling riled

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don't feel so ... homicidal.

Hey girl, Merry Christmas.