Monday, January 31, 2011

I Need... update my buttons on my sidebar.  There are so many awesome blogs that I read and love and I'm all "I need to add their button" but then the procrastination side of me takes over and says, "oh later" and later never comes.  I need to get on this. start reading and commenting more on blogs.  I've been slacking lately and I miss a lot of you like I would miss a dear friend.  I need to catch up on your lives. start spending more time on my mommy board.  Miss my GPM's and I want to get back in the loop.  Maybe I'll start by actually making that video. start calling my real life friends more often.  I also need to be caught up on their lives and dramas. better plan my Weight Watchers points for dinners out.  It's like I lose all sense of will power and control when I'm out to eat and I need to get a handle on that. upload my pictures and post them on here so I can show you how cute Isabella looked at her cousin's birthday parties the past two weekends. do laundry...AGAIN!
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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Weight Worries

For once it's not my weight that I'm worried about.  Well, that's a boldface lie, I'm totally worried about my weight and how it's not going in the direction I'd like it to at the rate I'd like it to, but that's not something I'm ready to write about yet.  I'm worried about Isabella's weight.  She was a chubby infant and she's a chubby toddler.  She is 19 months old and weighs 29lbs and is 32 inches tall.  She's in the 90th percentile for weight and only the 50th percentile for height.

I'm a teacher and I see first hand how cruel children can be.  I see how even the thin and pretty girls get teased, let alone girls who are heavy.  I don't want that for Isabella.  I don't want her to look at her body and think that there's something wrong with her.  I want her to have a healthy body image.

I make sure to offer her healthy choices and I try to portion out her meals for her.  But I do want her to have some treats on special occasions and such and I'll be honest when she's asking for fruit I do give it to her because I don't want her to feel hungry.  I feel bad if she's hungry.  So I'm trying to watch what she eats but not make it too much of a big focus.  I don't want to give her any hangups.

She's super active and I make sure she gets lots of running around time.  I mentioned it to her pediatrician and he said he's not worried about it at all and I shouldn't either.  She's dropped from the 95th percentile to the 90th and he said she'll probably continue to drop.

I'm just worried.
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011


I was talking with a friend at work the other day about the amount of guilt we feel as mothers.  When I'm working I feel guilty that I'm not spending time with Isabella.

 When I'm home with her I feel guilty too.  Am I coloring enough with her?  Are we spending enough time reading together?  I feel guilty for looking forward to nap time or bed time.  I feel guilty if I spend a night out with my friends or Andy.  I feel guilty for being too tired to make a healthy meal once in a while and giving her raviolis or macaroni with butter.  I feel guilty if the floors are dusty when she's playing.

 I feel guilty if she doesn't have a stupid hair clip that matches her shirt.  I feel guilty if I don't put her clothes away fast enough.  I feel guilty for getting frustrated/angry/annoyed with her.  I feel guilty if I yell at her.  I feel guilty if she's playing by herself and I'm doing something else.  I feel guilty that I haven't given her a baby brother or sister who is close in age to her and have no desire to do so any time soon.

 I feel guilty because I'm not perfect and I know I never will be.

What's with all the guilt? I'm sure I'm not the only one burdened with this crippling and completely useless emotion.  But I have yet to find a way to get rid of it.
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Monday, January 24, 2011

CSN $20 Gift Card Giveaway

Yup Yup here's another CSN giveaway.  I've worked with CSN many times in the past.  They're a stand up company with something for everyone.  Whether you want to put it towards a swing set for the summer or buy yourself some new cookware or a toy for the little ones, CSN has it.  And I'm making this a super easy giveaway.

1.  Be a public follower of my blog (1 entry)

2.  Visit CSN and tell me what you might like to purchase with your gift card (1 entry)

3.  Blog about this giveaway (5 entries)

That's it.  Quick and easy and no mandatory entry for this one.  This giveaway is open to residents of the US and Canada only.  Make sure that you leave your e-mail address in the comment if it's not linked to your profile.  The giveaway will end at 11:59 pm on January 31st.  The winner will be notified by e-mail and have 48 hours to respond before a new winner is chosen.  Good luck and thank you in advance for entering.


Closed.  The winner (#5 from random org) has been e-mailed.  Thanks to all who entered.
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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Avenue Q Review and Discount

Last week I went to go see a special blogger's night production of the off-broadway hit Avenue Q.  Avenue Q has won many Tony Awards including "Best Musical" and there's a reason why.  This play is hysterical.  It's completely inappropriate and totally not politically correct but I promise you you will laugh...out loud...a lot!

Avenue Q is a neighborhood for those whose lives suck.  It doesn't matter if you're a person, a puppet, or a monster.  If you're down on your luck, let's say you have a porn addiction or an out of work fiance or you're a closeted gay or you're Gary Coleman then Avenue Q will provide you with, um support.

The cast of characters that reside on Avenue Q are lovable, flawed, and a little bit racist.  All in all I learned a lot from the songs from Avenue Q, which were upbeat and funny.

Yup they got my blog name wrong.
You can laugh...I did

I learned that:
We're all a little bit racist
There's a fine line between love and a waste of time
Even sluts can have a second chance
It's ok to laugh at the misfortunes of others
Porn is a solid investment

So if puppet nudity doesn't bother you then enjoy this discount code for Avenue Q and enjoy the show for as little as $55.  The code is AQBlog12.  The code can be used on the phone, at the box office, or online at .  Enjoy the show!

*I was provided with two free tickets to see Avenue Q so that I would be able to provide my honest opinion on the show.  The opinions expressed in this review are mine and mine alone and have not been swayed in any way.*

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Friday, January 21, 2011

When I Grow Up

Sometimes I find myself thinking about Isabella when she grows up.  What will she look like?  Will she get married and have her own family?  What kind of person will she be?  What will she do for a living?  If I had my druthers she'd be a teacher, just like me, this way she could be off in the summer and we can hang out.  If she decides to have a family this would also ensure that I would still have the summers off from babysitting grand kids.

However, if I went based off of her personality traits I'd have some other possibilities.  She might need to be in some sort of leadership/management position because she's very specific about how she wants to spend her time and what she wants us to do.  Maybe a dictator or something along those lines.

She's also pretty obsessed with the stars, moon, and sun.  Every night we have to look out the window and say hello to the moon and the stars.  Sometimes she likes to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to the sky.  We have to say good night to the moon and tell it we love it.  So maybe she'd enjoy a career in astronomy.

Isabella would also make a great actress because the girl knows how to work it.  Whether it's acting shy, charming, or pretending to cry so she'll get her way, she knows how to work an audience.  She can also pitch a diva fit with the best of them.

She'd probably also make a great food critic because she's super particular about what she'll put in her mouth.

Not on the list of possible careers:  anything that involves cleaning, hair brushing, or vegetables.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Games That Children Play

Children play games like Hide and Seek, Barbies, blocks, which is great but there have been a number of games that Isabella has designed a number of games that you won't find stocking the shelves at Toys R Us anytime soon.

There's the Yucky Girl game.  This involves Isabella doing the most disgusting things she can possibly think of, like rubbing yogurt in her hair, drinking bath water, picking her nose, farting, and smearing food on her face.  Then she laughs maniacally and says "yucky girl, yucky girl."  Doesn't she know that being yucky isn't cool?  She's going to grow up to be that weird kid in kindergarten who eats paste!

Then there's the ever famous Fall Down game.  This is when she jumps around like a nut case then says, "careful, don't fall" and then she pretends to fall and she rolls around on the ground.  Then she fakes crying and I have to give her a hug.  This game is so funny and cute for the first 15 minutes, but when you're into the second hour of it...not so much.

Not to be out beat is the I Throw It On the Floor and Laugh game.  Which, if anything is going to send me into the looney bin, it's this game.  This is when Isabella holds her food or her fork over the side of the table, looks at me and throws it on the floor.  Then she laughs until she sees the death look on my face and says "bad, bad, bad.  No, no, no."  But that doesn't dissuade her from doing it again at the next meal time.

And last, but not least is Mess.  This "game" entails Isabella taking a big bag of blocks or the basket with her play kitchen food and dumping it out and saying "mess, oh hi mess."  Then we sing the clean up song and pick it up.  Once it's all clean we do it all over again.

Fun times!
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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Strange Goings On

I've been wanting to write this post for a long time but I've been too creeped out and spooked.  I'm not afraid to admit that I'm a candy ass and I'm scared of my own shadow so some of the things that have been going around here at night have me shaking in my Spanx.

I'm not sure where I stand on my belief in ghosts and spirits and demons and such, but I know that I don't know enough to say without a doubt that I don't believe.  You know that feeling when the whisper of fear becomes palpable but there's no immediate threat?  What is that?

Ok, so let me tell you my story.  Ever since Isabella was an infant she would stare at the ceiling and follow something with her eyes, which didn't register a blip on my radar because infants have minimal eye control and all they do all day is stare anyway.  I did note that it was always one particular corner, but whatever, right?

Now that she can talk.  I've seen her eyes drift to the same corner.  At first she would cry a little bit and get anxious and say, "bye bye" over and over again.  Then eventually, she would stare at the ceiling, point, and say "hi" and giggle.  It didn't happen every night but it was definitely often enough for it to officially freak me out.  One night I just got so scared that I couldn't get her pajamas on fast enough so I could leave the room because I'm such a good mom like that.

What the hell is going on?
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Monday, January 17, 2011

CSN Teaser

Unless you've been living under a rock you know that CSN is synonymous with awesome giveaways and quality products from swing sets to cookware to shoes.  CSN has graciously offered to giveaway a $20 Gift Card to one lucky reader.  Stay tuned for more info on this giveaway.
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Saturday, January 15, 2011

Keeping Busy

I'm not one to sit inside.  I hate just sitting inside.  Wait...let me rephrase, I hate sitting inside with a rambunctious toddler.  All it does is make the day drag ass.  I'm all "30 minutes to the next diaper change, an hour until lunch, 2 hours until the nap."  I mile mark the time so that it doesn't drag.  And even with 50 billion toys, she still gets bored.  We're "out" people.

Spring and summer are easy.  Park, pool, walks, Sesame Place, trips, zoo's, botanical gardens, deck...whatever.  It's easy and I'm off and there are so many options.  Winter is a different story.

We've been to the Staten Island Children's Museum, The Liberty Science Center, Kid Junction (an indoor play area) a bunch of times, we've gone to other people's houses for play dates, we've had people over, gone out for meals, we've played in the snow, and we go to the gym regularly.  But, aside from it being a pain in the ass to put on her sweater, jacket, gloves, hat, and boots and load her up in the icy freezing weather, I'm running out of ideas.

I'm not a "stay in your pj's and watch TV all day" kind of girl.  Plus I think getting out regularly is good for your sanity and your kids, especially if they're not in school.  It's always easier to take her out when Andy or my mom can come with me, because of the extra set of hands, but I have absolutely no problem taking her out by myself.  It's nice sometimes.  But I need some help on some other fun things we can do together until the weather turns warm.  How do you all spend your days?
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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Interview With a Gay

There has been a lot of crime against the gay community in the last year that has received a lot of media attention. Hate crimes, bullying, and suicide have been splashed across the headlines.  As mothers I think it's important for us to teach our children how to be tolerant.  I think it's important for us to be tolerant and accepting as well so that we live as an example.  I'm also fascinated to see how another person lives their life, especially when it's a life that's so different from mine.

James and I went to grammar school together from kindergarten to eighth grade.  We also lived right around the corner from each other.  I also may have turned him gay.  So I decided to give a little insight into the life of an openly gay man so that maybe, in this small corner of the world that I call my own, I can bring to light some awareness.  I'd like to think that if Isabella were to be gay that I would be as loving and supportive to her as I always am.

1.  When did you first know that you were gay? 

 Young!  Maybe 7 or 8? However, It wasn't something that took shape sexually or had any kind of impact on me until i was about 15 years old. Looking back I'd say I knew I liked boys at 7, but had absolutely no understanding of it until puberty hit. 
2.  How did you come out to your parents?  What was their reaction?

Growing up in a a strict Roman Catholic household you'd think the reaction would be horrendous, but it was anything but that.  I told my mom first when I was 16.  The words "I'm gay" couldn't even leave my mouth back then.  All I was able to muster up was that "I'm like cousin Andrew," which was followed by shaking and intense sobbing.  I think I cried cause i though my life was over for saying it.  Thank God I have a mother who loves me unconditionally.  She hugged me and told me she loved me and that she just wants for me to be happy.  I instantly turned into Whitney in Waiting to Exhale and let out a deep breath. ;-)
My Dad I told in a conversation because I was unsure how that'd go.  I felt like I was telling my dad I had a cold or the weather was bad out today because his response went something like the following:  "Dad, I'm gay."  "Oh...ok."  It never became an issue and it was never taboo to discuss with him.  He was always very supportive and proud of me.  I really couldn't have been blessed with 2 better parents.
3.  How did you prepare to come out to your family and friends?

  By the time I told my family, it didn't seem to matter what others thought anymore.  I still had the notion in my head that people wouldn't accept me if I was gay and I guess that was my guard up.  I told all of my friends in an email. and basically said "if you had any questions or comments about this, then you can call me 718-XXX-XXXX.  If you have a problem with it, then don't call me ever.   I sent it to everyone I was friends with.  Some didn't like it, but those people didn't matter.  Those are the same people that referred to me as a "faggot"

4.  What advice do you have for parents who suspect their child is gay? 

 I'd say to them, you might be right.  My mom said she knew.  Mom's know everything.  Would you love your kid less if they were born with 12 toes?  Let them develop and grow into the person they are.  I think the best a parent can do is guide instead of lead. This way your kid can grow up to be their own person.  '

5.  What should a parent do/not do if their child does come out to them?

 I guess the ideal response would be how my mom handled the situation.  However, this isn't an ideal world, so  some stuff you shouldn't a priest, call a doctor, generally freak out, post it in the newspaper or on facebook, etc.
6.  Have you felt any sort of prejudice or "bullying" because of your sexual orientation? 

Not to the extent where I couldn't defend myself.  It happens though.  I see how ugly people can be.  I remember a kid in highschool who was "out."  He was very flamboyant and wore the really tight clothing and had the mannerisms of your stereotypical gay person.  That kid had the balls to be himself at such a young age and you can't fault him.  Everyday I saw him though someone in the vicinity was talking bad about him.  Once in awhile you'd hear someone call him a "faggot," but it was almost like he couldn't hear them.  He never acknowledged them and just did his thing.  You have to respect that.  Most adults don't have courage like that. 

7.  What advice do you have to give to people who are bullied for being gay?

 Tell somebody.  Anybody because it won't go away.  I'd confide in a teacher or if you are "out", your parents.  
8.  How do you feel about the surge of media attention focusing on gay hate crimes?

 I think it's great.  Media brings exposure.  Gay hate crimes and bullying have been going on for a very long time.  It's nice to see someone acknowledge the elephant in the room.  However, it is at some cost.  The fact that these kids didn't feel they had anyone to talk to who died really does make a person sad.  I remember what it's like to feel that lonely.  Looking back at question #5, I'd have to say be there for your kids.  Don't contribute hate to a household.  If they see you have a bias or prejudice towards people they will probably be less inclined to be open with you.  Think about it.  If someone is using the N word when referring to black people all the time or calling gay people faggots, would you open up to them? 

9.  How can we help?

These questions are hard lol.  I think with an open mind and an open heart parents will be ok and so will their children.  Life isn't easy.  But if you love your child unconditionally, faults and all, then you will be just fine.  The key word is unconditionally.  You made this person.  You love them no matter what.  If your kid ends up coming out to you, just remember this....   if you have an issue with it, then who really is the one with a problem?
10.  This one is important, one year for my birthday you gave me a name bracelet at my birthday party, you told me you liked me and I still wasn't sold on the notion of "boys" yet.  Did I turn you gay? ;)

Of course you did!  I totally forgot about that.  I think I tried to buy off Nichole  and Tina too. HAHA.  I honestly did feel a like for girls, but it was never in the capacity of wanting to have sex with them.  I just wanted to hang out and maybe do their hair. lol  It was never sexual and that wasn't something that hit me until I was older.

James currently lives in Maine with his partner Nick.  I'm so glad that he was willing to do this interview for me.
If you have any questions or comments for James you can e-mail them to me and I'll forward the messages to him or you can leave them in the comments section.    

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Tuesday, January 11, 2011


In those first bleary eyed, depressed months if you would have asked me I would have told you that the woman I was before I had Isabella died in the delivery room.  Morbid huh? But that's exactly how I felt.  My life was so completely turned upside down that I didn't know myself anymore, couldn't recognize one part of me except the part that so desperately wanted her life back.  I wanted sleep, I wanted time alone with my husband, I wanted to fit into my going out clothes and, well, go out.

Now that time has passed and I've acclimated, albeit a bit disfunctionally, to motherhood I can tell you that I didn't die in that delivery room, I was just reborn a different person; a mother.  A role that I violently resisted at first because it was everything I wasn't.  All of a sudden I had to be patient, to think of someone before I thought of myself, I had no free time, I was different.  I've come to embrace the woman I am now and I can unequivocally say that I'm a wonderful mother to Isabella, despite my shortcomings, and I may even go as far to say that I'm a better person now as well since I don't have the luxury of blowing smoke up my own ass any more.


There are times when I still feel a shadow of who I was lurking around in there.  If the sun is shining bright enough and a great song comes on the radio I can almost pretend that I'm not encumbered my my new responsibilities.  If the facebook status of a friend is inspiring enough I might be able to almost pretend that we still hang out and are free.  If I squint hard enough and the lighting is just right, the crinkles at the corners of my eyes seem to fade and I look like the girl I used to be:  hopeful, expectant, passionate, and a bit fickle.  And it makes me feel something.  A stirring maybe.  I can't quite put my finger on it which is a shame because it's fleeting.

It makes me think of my core group of friends and how connected we used to be.  I wonder if they share that same connection.  Do they still go out for drinks?  Have dinner at Thai restaurants?  Meet for breakfast at Puritan?  Do they talk on the phone?  Do they have game night?  I sure hope so.  I may only be around for birthday's and holidays but I remember what it was like to feel like you belonged, like you were a part of something that was bigger than yourself.

I guess I never died or was reborn, I just changed, hesitantly at first, but more gracefully now.  But I can still see the shadows.
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Monday, January 10, 2011

Featured Little Blogger: Oh Mammy

Oh Mammy is this week's featured little blogger from the blog with the same name.  When you pop over to her blog, you're going to see some greek letters, read on for a really adorable explanation.  Oh Mammy has two children, a husband who she loves, and a kick ass sense of humor.  So if you're interested in learning more about her go and visit Oh Mammy today.

The Helping the Little Guy Project is now closed.
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Friday, January 7, 2011

Raising a Brat

My kid is a brat.  Or rather she acts like a brat.  She's really kind of sweet, charming, funny, and smart as a whip, but if you weren't her mother you would say she's a brat.  Her favorite game is "mess".  This is where she takes a giant bag of blocks, dumps them out, and throws them everywhere all while maniacally shrieking "mess, oh hi mess".  She knows I get mad when she throws her food on the floor, so she holds it between her tiny fingers over the edge of the table, looks at me, and throws it on the floor.  Then she says, "bad, bad, bad" to herself and then does it again.  Her favorite word is "no".  Isabella do you want to take a bath?  NO.  It's time for a nap.  NO.  Sometimes she says no when I know she wants it.  Isabella do you want cookies?  NO, oh YES.  Sometimes she says no when I haven't even made a request from her.  I love your picture Isabella.  NO.  WTF?

I'm not quite sure where I went wrong or how I can de-brattify her.  I'm hoping it's just some sort of phase and that she'll stop shrieking like some sort of wildebeast when I don't let her eat the bag of chocolate chips.  Maybe she'll grow out of it or maybe she's destined to spend the better part of her formative years in a time out.

I just don't want to be "that mom" with the wild kid who doesn't listen, doesn't understand the meaning of the word no, and is a giant pain in the ass.  I don't want people to look at my kid and see some sort of terror.  I want them to see the little girl who will ask to hold your hand, who will curl up on your lap with her favorite book, the girl who loves to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, the girl who will dance until you're on the floor laughing.  It's hard to see that when she's throwing herself on the floor bucking like a bull because she, in fact, wants to sit in a poopy diaper instead of having me change it.
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Wednesday, January 5, 2011


Between Christmas Eve and New Year's Day I gained 4.6 lbs.  Between macaroni with meat sauce, perogies, cheese cake, cannolis, fried shrimp, chicken parm, wine, beer, and left overs added to being snowed in for three days it's easy to see how that happened.  I mean what else was I going to do stuck in the house besides cook, eat, and drink like it was the last supper?  But my body has certainly felt the effects of it.  I can see the extra pounds around my belly and hips.  I feel yucky, lethargic, and way too bloated and I'm pretty sure if you took a peek at my insides you would see black sludge floating around in there.

I need to detox.  Not only my body, but my mind too.  Too many negative thoughts, too much complaining, too much watching terrible reality television.  So starting this past Monday I'm doing a week of detoxing.  Now I know there's some sort of cleanse you can do where you drink lemon juice and cayenne pepper, and the sacrificial blood of raccoons, but that's not really my scene so I just cut out processed foods, made sure to get 5 servings of fruits and veggies a day, NO ALCOHOL (mama's little helper is gone this week), I'm planning to get to the gym 4 times this week, and someone recommended the Thin Berry week long cleanse, so I picked it up but I'm scared to use it because I don't like to pee out of my butt.

It's only been two full days but I feel better already.  I feel lighter.  I feel healthier.  I feel good about myself and the choices that I'm making.  I need to just suck the poison out of my life, much like I sucked the cream out of the cannoli last week.
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

CSN Review

As a preferred blogger for CSN I was fortunate enough to complete a review on an object of my choosing. I was in dire need of a new cutting board since mine reeked of garlic because I can't get enough of the stuff.  So I received the Chicago Cutlery Woodworks cutting board.  It's a little smaller than what I'm used to but it cleans up beautifully and seems resistant to the smells of the eclectic foods I cook with.  All in all I'm very pleased with the product, but whenever I work with CSN I know I'm getting quality products at reasonable prices.
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The Resolutioners

Have invaded the gym!  They're taking over treadmills and stair masters and Zumba is packed.  Now I'm not a "regular" per se because sometimes watching Dr. Oz on my dvr (love him) beats out my desire to go work out, which is ironic in a way.  But I am semi-regular.  So while I really do hope that these resolutioners stick with their program, I'm giving them to the end of February to quit crowding my space.  I just feel like an evil bitch and I'm supposed to be being nice.

Ok, I'll retract.  I hope the resolutioners stick with their resolutions, become really thin and healthy, and then stop crowding my space.
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Monday, January 3, 2011

Last Chance to Win

Tiger Balm giveaway ends tonight at midnight.  5 winners will be chosen.  To enter click HERE
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Featured Little Blogger: The Crockett Clan

This week's featured blogger is Lindsey from the Crockett Clan.  She's married to the love of her life and she has two beautiful young daughters.  She offers a variety of reviews and giveaways designed to help the busy mom.  So go and check her out and maybe you'll score some swag.

*Just a quick note, the original requirement for The Little Guy Blogger was that you had to have 100 followers or less, however I go by the time the initial e-mail was sent.  Some bloggers have grown by leaps and bounds in the months they've been waiting for their feature, but I couldn't kick them off the list.   Know what I mean?*

The Helping the Little Guy Project is now closed.

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Saturday, January 1, 2011

The Post Where I Make Resolutions That I'll Probably Never Keep But I Do It Anyway

I read in Good Housekeeping that you're more likely to keep your resolutions if you write them down.  I've never been good at keeping resolutions but every year I give it the good old college try and I'm feeling a bit more inspired this year than I have in the past, so I figure I'll give it a go.

1.  Eat Healthier:  I'm sure this is on everyone's list.  I really want to start eating cleaner.  More whole grains, less sugar and processed foods, more natural food, less alcohol and junk, and a lot less butter and oil.  I've had great success with weight watchers but I've found that you have to actually follow the program every week in order for it to work.  If you only follow it every other week, you basically just break even, so I'd like to stick to the program.  Also, I need to do a complete overhaul of my fridge and cabinet, throwing out what's bad or bad for me and organizing the rest.  I want to start prepping my fruits and veggies right away and doing a lot of prep work on Sunday for the week so I'm less tempted to cop the, "I'm too tired to cook let's order Dominoes Pizza, cheesy bread, and cinnastix and then wash it down with DogFish Head Microbrew."  

2.  Live Simpler:  I want to declutter, streamline, and organize my home, car, and work space.  I'm the type of person who can live with dust bunnies reproducing under the sofa just so long as I can't see them.  Clutter drives me insane.  I need a way to simplify things and keep them that way.  I'm thinking I'll need a lot of bins and a big old trash bag to throw away or donate things that I don't want, don't like, don't fit, or will never fit again (you hear that skinny jeans, your days are numbered).  I'm all about taking tips in this area so if you have a great tip, let me know.  

3.  Be More Self-Accepting:  I'm never going to have Jennifer Anniston's body, Kim Kardashian's clothes, Carrie Bradshaws friends, or her shoes.  I need to find my happiness in what I have and not what I think I need.  I've heard good things about the book The Happiness Project so once I figure out how to hook up my nook I think I might give that a go.  

4.  Be More Self Nurturing:  I wrote recently about Self Love and how important it is and I want to continue this into the new year.  I want to go to bed earlier, go Unplugged more often, spend more time with my friends and family, and abuse my body less with alcohol, bad food, sleep deprivation, and negativity.  

It's a lot and I'm not expecting miracles.  I'm prepared for a long road of hard, but also enjoyable work.  I hope I can count on your tips and support this year just as I did last year.  

A sappy side note, I just want to thank all of you for your continued support and friendship.  I consider myself very lucky to have you in my life and that you have allowed me into yours.  Happy New Year! And I'll post some very embarrassing pictures of New Year's Eve later, once I upload them.  
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