Head shot

May 27, 2011


Here you go. . .me in all my unwashed, no makeup, beach-head glory:

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So, here is where you come in: Should I keep the color (gray and all!), change the color (blonde, red?), keep the length, or OMG please grow your hair!


And just in case you are wondering, that is an oyster shooter. Yes, I eat disgusting things.
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Fine dining is disgusting

May 25, 2011
We just returned from a long, multi-course dinner without the kids (yay for vacationing near a babysitting aunt!).

The kids wanted to know exactly what I ate as soon as I got home and was tucking them into bed.

And that is when I realized that there are many foods that sound pretty disgusting if you have to explain what they really are.

“Well. . .I had oysters, with sour cream and caviar on them.”

“WAIT! What is caviar?”

“Um, fish eggs. They were red and black!”, trying to sound cheerful.

“BLURGH!!!! You ate FISH EGGS?!?” Their eyes widened in shock and awe.

“Well, yes, but they were on the oysters. Which were raw and I slurped them down off the shell.”

“WHAT?!?” (looks of disgust all around) “OK, what else.”

“Well, I tried Uncle Ray’s escargot. It was really yummy. And chewy.”

“What is THAT?”

“Um, escargot is snail.”

(imagine the reaction)

Next time, I’m telling them I got the pasta.
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Life is too short for a tankini

May 21, 2011

I am 43 years old, almost 44, and at the heaviest non-pregnancy (and “non-Freshman 15”) weight of my life. I’ve nursed three babies, had one c-section and my legs have little blue veins all over the back of them, like a road map.


And today I wore a bikini. Yesterday too.

Listen, I know I’m not stopping traffic or making heads turn when I chase the kids down the beach. But I also know the only retching sound I hear is in my head and I’m determined to shut it the hell up.

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no retching please

I’ve always envied women who wear a two-piece proudly even with their less-than-perfect bodies. I’ve also envied those women with the perfect body. But after four decades, I’ve also come to realize that I will never have a “perfect body”. Even at my thinnest and most fit, I could find fault with my physique, always covering up my midsection because it “wasn’t flat enough” or my thighs were not “thin enough”.

I remember reading in a book once that “no one thinks about your body as much as you do.” And so far, no one has pulled their kids out of the pool or off the beach, the world hasn’t ended, and I haven’t even been heckled for daring to wear a bikini in public.
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Here’s one little step toward being happy with the shape I am right now.

(and forgive me for still being too chicken to show a full-body shot; I’m working on being ok with that)
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