I started writing this post last April and I never finished. Mainly because this is a topic that I’m very…I guess the word would be invested in. The reason I’m writing this today is because I have had way too many encounters in my life where people that are not in my skin take it
Fifty Shades Of…Sili
By the time you read this I’ll either be 1. frantically reviewing my packing spreadsheets to see what I’ve forgotten 2. getting the 2 hours of sleep I plan on slipping in 3. on my way to BlogHer 2012 or 4. partying it up doing business with around 4,500 other awesome bloggers (shameless plug: there’s still
Something to Remember Me By
I have so much that I want to share with you. So much that I want to make sure I tell you. But I know that as time goes by, it doesn’t matter what I say to you. You will record what you see, what you feel. This blog started off as a way for
The Mamifesto!
I thought of this blog the minute I wrote my tagline one year ago today. I toyed with it but never actually started putting finger to keyboard until a few months ago. Tonight, after a playdate with the frog princess the last of it spilled out of me easily and without much trouble, kinda like
Mami For Hire
Photo Credit As of today, I join the ranks of the unemployed. It was a bittersweet day as I do love the company I worked for and had some pretty awesome co-workers. But alas, such is life. In the meantime, I figure I can finish moving (because how could I do so during the week
Lord of the Ring
Now that I am no longer nursing, and due to the fact that I’m afraid of this awesome egg fertility I got going on, I have decided to go on birth control. Well, I got on it a couple of months after I had the frog princess as I was warned by a friend to
Wax On, Wax Off
I just got off the phone with a supermom (I’m waiting for her to come into town so I can beat her appropriately, as I mention in “Searching for Supermom”). We were about to rush off the phone, making an appointment for us to talk later on after her Sunshine is in bed when I
Denial or Deliverance?
I had a little bit of time while waiting in line at the McDonald’s drive thru (don’t judge me! It was a bistro and I had a buffalo chicken sandwich and I didn’t even eat the bread (no, I won’t count the fries)!). The phone decided it wasn’t going to work so I thought it
I Make Milk, What’s Your Superpower?
I really want a t-shirt with that message. I think I deserve it. But then again I feel that the t-shirt should say so much more (but who would read it and would there be enough material?). My mother did not lie to me about giving birth. She told me that it would hurt. But
