I’m back from my trip and am feeling just the weest bit overwhelmed by how far behind I am. And yet, I’ve this crazy urge to spend time with my husband rather than play on the computer all night.
Yeah, I’m worried about me too.
Just a quick note to send love to you all, and especially thanks for the fabulous comments that have been buoying me up lately. I think I’ll be taking Elastic’s advice and work blogging into my book[...]
Archive for September, 2007
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Now back in his single days, Neil was a pretty smooth operator. Before I was quite sure what was happening, I’d been ushered into the orchard. Yet, even though I was caught up in a severe case of social awkwardness, I managed to spare some attention for sight.
The play of light through the canopy of the fruit trees surrounding us was almost mesmerizing. Here a shadow, there a rapidly shifting patch of sun.[...]
Disclaimer: This is a serious and possibly disturbing post. My feelings won’t be hurt if you skip it, but I need to put this into words. Thank you.
Picking up my passport today required a trip into downtown Vancouver. This is a place that hurts my heart. I’m left physically shaken after every venture down there. I can feel myself tremble, and tears tickle the edge of my lash line, even as I type.
The contrast of the building housing the passport[...]
So I decided the other day that I’m going to write a book. And I’m not saying that in the far off dreamery sort of way that I usually do. I’m going to start. Soon. On Monday October 8th, to be precise.
Not only is Monday the day after Neil and I return from his business trip to Las Vegas (I’ll be posting an intinerary for those who want to stalk me at various airports), but it’s also the day we[...]
So as last night’s post kind of hinted, I had a rough day. There was whining, screaming, spilling, throwing, strangling (I wasn’t involved!), weeping, and gnashing of teeth. Add to that delightful program the build up of a fluid in my left ear that has me reeling around like a drunk person half the time and the fact that I haven’t been to bed before midnight in days, and we meet a new element of my personality. You’ve met Kim,[...]
And I’m not telling you why. Because apparently I’m feeling grumpy and petulant to boot. However, I read a post or two tonight that cheered me up a wee bit, and I thought I’d spread the cheer around.
Blue Momma tops the list with her hilarious and insightful post about why Canada rocks. I grinned. I laughed. And I did not cry. That last is quite an accomplishment considering the day I had today. Oh yes.
Wynne had me laughing hard enough[...]
A few hours after Becca was born. Weight: 230 pounds.
April 10th, 2001. Location: Seattle Temple. Weight: 130 pounds.
It hit me rather hard tonight that there’s a one hundred pound gap between my lowest and my highest weight. I’m teetering somewhere in between there, hopefully poised for another downward spiral (but, you know, the good kind).
I’m actually at a point where I kinda sorta maybe am almost okay with myself. I mean, how can I not be happy[...]
I can’t define myself as a Mommy Blogger. Rather, I’m a Mom who blogs. And my name? Does not start with an M. My name is Kim and I’m a person.
I’m having fun reclaiming my identity. I’ve been soaking in the loveliness of my many hobbies, and now I’ve got that tingly raisin feeling that comes from submerging oneself for an extended period of time.
It feels good.
I may have gone a wee bit too far though. We were having a[...]
You know, I’m going to have to ditch the “Woe is me…” act pretty soon and become one of the Happy People. I got seriously teary this morning when I discovered I’d received 23 sweet comments on my last post. I feel loved. And it’s really hard to revel in that kind of outpouring of love without feeling just the weest bit loveable.
Maybe I’m not so bad after all.
A new friend of mine recently posed the question[...]
…stood up suddenly and felt the room spin and then have to grab at something to stop yourself from spinning with it?
…had this feeling last three days straight?
…been playing the piano at church and nearly fallen off the bench?
…been rushed to the hospital shortly thereafter, only to fall asleep in the waiting room and fall out of your chair in such a way that your skirt flips up?
…had the doctor look in one of your ears, then look in the[...]
