HOLY...!@?*

I am officially on the wagon. My husband is officially OFF the wagon- dazed and confused...I, for the first time, in a long time, I'm at a lost for words. Wow, Are you kidding me! ARE YOU KIDDING ME. Sweet Jesus. HOLY COW! Really? YES, REALLY. Go ahead and FREAK out, because I certainly am and will continue to be. I am officially pregnant!

Don't Mix

Getting dressed yesterday, I realized lotion and clean jeans don't MIX. Now, if you need a little comic relief then by all means!

On the same page?

I like to think that the Hubby and I are on the same page for the most part. Yet, we are clearly experiencing a huge disconnect, in the food that comes in our household. This past weekend, he went to Walmart to buy hanging supplies for a house project. He came home with hanging supplies, Nacho Doritos, Chex Mix, guava pineapple sugar crap juice, yogurt smoothies, and for the first time ever in the raising of our children, processed Kraft American cheese - those individually packaged slices! What the hell? Really?! Really. Are you trying to get my goat? Well, I refrained from saying anything. Seriously, I refrained. Freaking out was not an option. Seriously, scratching my head was. How long have we been married? How long have our boys been drinking organic milk? Yes, since they got off the tit at 14 months. How long have we been eating organic vegetables, meat, and yogurt. Did you look at the folks in Wal-mart? Did their voluptuousness inspire you to buy crap? I clearly didn't get it. He clearly doesn't either. Clearly. I just thought we were farther along than we apparently are. My bed time reading material has not registered- EVER. Clearly. My current reading material/bible is Nourishing Traditions, which is hard core stuff, but right on. Yes, it is available at Firefly and should be required reading for all parents. Yes, by the time you read this, I will have donated a copy to our library. Apparently none of my bedtime reading has. Clearly. Ina Garten, Jamie Oliver, Chef Bobo, Alice Waters have been singing and preaching to the choir- moi and only moi. Now, I am not a food nazi, because I don't want my boys to become food freaks or afraid to put anything in their mouth. I will be afraid for them and therefore, try to provide healthy food. I need my partner to be on board with that. If it comes out of a box or package then it is probably crap. I know that, so that food is limited. Fruits, nuts, vegetables, dairy (limited), and meat. Organic. Simple. Yes, it is more expensive, but so is obesity, cancer, heart disease, and hospitals. I like to think of it as preventive medicine. I like to think that it is common sense. We are so removed from our food that it is frightening. Clearly. Next time my husband needs a nail, he is going to Tru-Value or Lowe's. Clearly. Stayed tuned for more...I'm just getting started. Clearly!

Doing the right thing

I think it is fair to say, that Haiti has been heavy on lots of hearts and minds lately. I know it has been on mine. I hope it makes everyone realize how fortunate we are and how lucky we are to live in such a rich country. It also reminds me of Hurricane Katrina and the folks up and down the Louisiana and Mississippi coastline, and what I recall, as a slow response from our government. In fairness, the death toll of Hurricane Katrina was 1,723, whereas, Haiti could be as high as 200,000. Yet Life is Life, and I do wish our government had responded with a little bit more gusto. I wished I had too. It is very easy to become "dehumanized" when we see the horror of natural disasters. I think it is a natural, defensive response to kind of shut down emotionally. Natural Disasters put everyone on the same page, and that can be a hard pill to swallow. It is also easy to turn off the idiot box and forget about it. Anyway, I don't mean to get on a soap box, but I do hope everyone realizes that they can give monetarily and should. It's called doing the right thing. My sons have given me their saved money. They are seven and nine. They get it. I hope you do too.

Gracias Amigos

Gracias everyone for the kind words about the lost of our dog, Jack. He had been in kidney failure for the last couple of weeks, which for us meant getting up a couple times a night to let him out. He slept in our old hallway, (hardwood floors), so we also had to listen to his pacing up and down trying to get comfortable. Needless to say, our house was awful quiet last night, and his absence was very present. Here is the funny thing. I had asked HIMSELF to go and get some crickets for the frogs that also live in our hallway. We were officially out and the ones we had gotten for Christmas, must have been on the way out, because they never made a sound. After HIMSELF bought the crickets, we left for the beach. I swear I probably laid my head down last night for about two minutes before the crickets started to serenade. REALLY? I mean REALLY! I don't know why I found it so humorous...It couldn't have been all of the bubbly, but I did. I just couldn't stop giggling. HIMSELF was not as amused as I was. Nor was he as bubbly as I was. After about ten minutes, I was no longer amused, so I got up and confined the confounding crickets to the laundry room. I was appreciative of the laughter and the noise though. It was like a sign from GOD to me. He had turned a very somber moment into a very funny one. I was able to go to sleep peacefully and at peace. The bubbly didn't hurt either. Happy New Year Everyone and Gracias for reading, Nan