yes- that SMELL?!

Having been pregnant three times, there are certain ummm...alterations my body has made.

1. I can wet my pants with a sneeze or two jumps on a trampoline (try me!)


2. My boobs sag like my grandma's (only hers were double EE's, mine are just double)


3. My gag reflex has been forever altered.

For example, if you cook fish in this house, if you cook eggs in this house, or if you cook fish AND eggs in this house, I will gag. If I change a really horrible diaper, chances are, I will gag. If there is something rotting in the backseat or in the garage or in the fridge, guess what? I will gag.



So do not be surprised if the smell of rotting cabbage (otherwise known as sauerkraut) being heated over the stove makes me GAG. It's not your cooking that is making me gag; it's your choice of ingredients.



And if I have to plunge the clogged toilet and scoop shit out by hand in order to get the thing to flush, do not be surprised if I run to the sink and gag and vomit. Even if it is only 5 minutes after the last time I gagged due to the rotting vegetables simmering in my kitchen...I am not saying your cooking is the equivalent of scooping SHIT OUT OF THE TOILET.



You made that connection all on your own, and I can't be blamed for the physiological changes my body has endured by carrying your children. I'm just sayin...we all have to make sacrifices.

Interesting

I have no idea where my love of blogging has gone...probably down the drain along with some of those "priceless" friendships. I'm sitting here in the loft of my (new) old house wondering how in the HELL I ended up here?? I hesitate to look through my blogroll because it stirs up old memories, some good and some bad, but ALWAYS some regret. I don't like that I've lost touch with old acquaintances, HATE it that I've lost touch with old friends. My blog has become a graveyard and I think I need a fresh start. My life has changed. My friends have changed. My "need" for blogging has evolved into something completely different. I haven't fully decided if I want to delete this blog altogether and start a new one somewhere else? [Because, truthfully, it is still MY history--still very much a part of ME. So why would I want to throw it all away?] Then again, it's not me...not any more. And I deserve a breath of fresh air, not one filled with regret and constant reminders of past failures. [And sometimes, it just feels GOOD to take out the trash, ya know??]

If you want to find me- email me littlemissblogspot at yahoo dot com

If you have sent messages to littlemissblogspot (at yahoo) in the past and never heard back, I'm sorry. It's so filled with SPAM that I couldn't possibly pull my head out of my ass to sift through it all. My inbox will be deleted (another fresh start), and the new one will be listed soon.

That is all for now. Best wishes. Namaste. Alvederzane. (and all that flowery jazz).
Maybe I'll stick around. Maybe not.

Finding my Mantra

I need a mantra. I can't sleep. My brain won't shut off at night...and I run around in circles inside my head all night long. My mom said to breathe. 23 times. Nice and slow. Then decide on three phrases that can I can say over and over to reinforce positive and calm thinking...hopefully helping me fall asleep.

"I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected. I am safe. I am loved. I am protected..."

Well that worked for a few minutes. It was calming, relaxing, and I even felt a bit sleepy. Then I needed some more positive reinforcement...so onto the next mantra. Let's see...what will make me feel peace?

"I am a daughter of our Heavenly Father. I have the Lord's Spirit with me. I am cherished. I am a daughter of our Heavenly Father. I have the Lord's Spirit with me. I am cherished..."(this is working! I'm loving this mantra!!)

"I am a daughter of our Heavenly Father. I have the Lord's Spirit with me. I am cherished. I am a daughter of our Heavenly Father. I have the Lord's Spirit with me. I am cherished..." (cherished. I love that word. this is good!)

"I am a daughter of our Heavenly Father. I have the Lord's Spirit with me. I am cherished. I am a daughter of our Heavenly Father. I have the Lord's Spirit with me. I am cherished..." (cherished reminds me of cream roses and the color of gold)

wait a minute...what song is in my head?? what am I humming??

give me faith, give me joy, my boy...i will always cherish you

Cherish!! Cherish!! (80's song by Madonna??!!...Cherish your love!!

damn. there goes my new mantra. there goes my peace. there goes my calm. i'll be up the rest of the morning hours singing "Cherish the thought of always having you here by my side-oh baby I Cherish the joy...I'm always singing it! Cherish your strength. You got the power to make me feel good...."