I want to talk about something I’ve really been struggling with, to the point that I’m ready to talk to my doctor about it. I’m hoping that owning up to my struggle will help me finally find some motivation to do something about it. I’ve had a hard time losing weight. I am fully aware that it can take a year or more to get your body back to where it was pre-baby, but a few months ago I hit a plateau and have made no progress. There are a couple of reasons for this. First being, I’m not exercising. I’ll own it. I’m great at talking about it and…

Last night I had the wee-bean all snug in her bassinet, the kitchen was clean and the Hubster was shooting something or other on the xbox with our little neighbour friend / brother / son. It was the perfect time to write. So, I did. I wrote out a big blog post. I edited it, and clicked publish. Then the WordPress gods decided to rally against me and deleted the entire thing without a trace. No draft saved, no “back button” magic. It was just… gone. *sigh* I was much too tired to try and rewrite it last night, so, here I am. My post was a confession of sorts,…

Earlier this week a good friend of mine contacted me about starting a blog. She was looking for a way to explore some ideas she has, and felt that blogging could be a good creative outlet for them. (Of course, I wholeheartedly agreed. Blogging = love.) As we were covering the basics on which website to use, and how to set up the style and look of it, she inevitably asked me the question I think all writers have battled: “What should I call it?” It got me thinking about my own blogging journey, and took me right back to the day in 2006 when this little blog was born.…

I know I’m a little behind the times, but I was finally able to catch up on a bit of news that I’ve seen all over Facebook and Twitter over the past few days. (The wee-bean went to bed at 8:30 last night. Tonight it was 8:15. WIN.) When I first saw the headlines about Karen Klein, a bus monitor from Greece, NY, I was bleary-eyed while feeding the wee-bean at some ungodly hour. I made a mental note to look into it when I was in a more conscious state, and that time finally came last night. If you aren’t yet familiar with the story, Karen Klein is a…