Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy Easter !!

He is Risen!
Amen and Amen.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Not so sneaky, after all...

So, I am the cool one, right? I buy a domain name, hurray, through I link my blogger to it. Yay! I don't happen to mention to my husband that I spent nineteen american dollars because we are being fiscally conservative. But hey, I throw away nineteen american dollars at Wal-Mart on crap, so I thought, what the hey?

It's not that I was lying, per se... just omitting certain details about what I did that day.

So the time comes that I am going to 'fess up to my crazy spending spree of nineteen american dollars. So, I ask him if he's been to my blog lately? Did he notice anything new?

He says, "Oh yeah. GoDaddy called. They wanted to congratulate you on your new domain name."

Dang it!!

Friday, April 8, 2011


It is not an exaggeration when I say I haven't slept through the night since the third trimester of my first and a half years ago. There have only been a handful of nights where I enjoyed uninterrupted sleep for more than four hours. Recently, we have made progress in this department and I am actually reaching a level of sleep where I dream again.

Of course, my first dream in seven and a half years was a busy, bizarre non-sequitor that left me exhausted and confused when I awoke.

Dreams have been on my mind lately. I starting thinking about dreams in the sense of goals, aspirations, desires.

At seventeen, I dreamed that I would be a rock star/actress/russian translator, living in LA or Moscow.

In my twenties, I dreamed that I would meet Prince Charming and be rich rich rich living in a castle, with my fabulous best seller topping the charts.

(In my thirties, I was too busy for dreaming.)

Now, as I begin my forties, I wonder if my seventeen and twenty year old selves would be much disappointed that none of her dreams came true. I moved two miles from my childhood home, I am not an actress and the only russian I learned was from watching Sean Connery in "Hunt for Red October." I did not write my best seller. I do not live in a castle.

However, I did marry Prince Charming*, gave birth to two beautiful princesses and have riches that money can't buy. And I am happy. Contentment wraps around me like a snuggie fresh from the dryer.**

I'll still dream about the future, but I'll do so without regret for those dreams that might not come true. Now, if I could just get Dave to build me that castle.

*Actually, Prince Philip. He was more my romantic style. Dancing in the woods and all that.
**I do not actually own a snuggie. Maybe in my fifties.