Thursday, May 12, 2016

Breaking up the routine

After packing lunch, getting our girl and myself dressed, letting the dog out, driving to school, doing my volunteer traffic duty at school; I met up with some girlfriends to SUP on Lake Union. We hadn't gotten together on the lake in almost 2 it was time.

My girl Traci said it best, "Thank you both for being a friend that we can pick up where we left off!..." And she's right. It felt like it was the week after the week we did it last time. Paddling, talking, catching up, and just being girlfriends. It felt amazing to be on the water in the beauty of our city in the sun watching sea planes, kayaks, and boats go by.

Sometimes you just have to take the time and do something different in your week...and if you can do it with girlfriends, even better.

Photo Credit:  Obviously a selfie by me... by my iPhone that was saved by Ziplock bag which I carried in a bag which I chose to carry for some odd reason. Which btw, saved my iPhone later when I fell in.... Stephanie is obviously laughing about something hysterical. I love this picture. Traci, not pictured, I'm sure is smiling too. 

Friday, January 8, 2016


Time to blog; time to blog; time to blog....

I feel like the white rabbit....I'm late, I'm late....for a very important date.

I have this 'blog' (*do we even call them that anymore? Seems like so yesterday.....) Actually I have a few blogs and have had other blogs and usually only update this blog, but haven't in awhile.

I've been busy.

"Busy doing what?" you ask....

Busy doing Kindergarten.

"You're not in Kindergarten!" you say....

Of course not, but our girl is this 2015/16 school year- and well, in case you too have no clue what that first experience is like having a child enter the school system (*and no, preschool does not prepare you enough for what I'm trying to explain...) you have no clue.

You don't know what it's like to meet the new parents, the new crew. Have your child make new friends, new play dates. Have a new routine. Have the child tired in a new way. Paperwork. Binders. More paperwork. Homework (*yes, in Kindergarten.) And more...

Plus we sadly- but gladly -made the decision to pull our little girl out of the very confused and not effective for our family Seattle Public School District and send her to a private school over Christmas.

So basically we're starting over again.'s time to let you know that Kindergarten will kick your sweet butts, but it's also amazing too. You see your kiddo grow in a way you never even could expect (*and sleep hard again!)

Good Luck!

Wednesday, October 21, 2015


I'm floating in the sea.
A sea with you and me.
I jump over a wave and dive deep.
I see my hands reaching up. I see the sun shining down. I see the water all around.

It's all light blue, me and you.
I feel I can get through it now.

~Waikiki, 2015

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Gone Fishing.

I was really worried about this summer.

Every summer since our daughter had been in preschool I had put her in camp. This summer we were in a different part of the city and my husband and I thought it would be best for our girl, our fish, to get acclimated to the neighborhood and attempt swim team. Swim team a sport I had done from 8 years till 18 years old. A sport I looked forward to every summer growing up. A sport that still gets my heart pumping when I get the smell of chlorine.

But would it be the answer to our new community getting to know everyone effort? And would she enjoy it?  And love it as much as I did/do? Would our girl meet other kids and make friends? Would I lose my mind not having 4 or more hours weekly for myself?

Our girl was apprehensive at first. "What if I can't swim the whole pool Mommy?"

BUT then, it just clicked. And our summer would never be the same.

I don't miss the 3.5 hours of freedom in our old neighborhood after camp drop off and before camp pick up. I replaced those hours with chats around the pool with other parents, smiles when I saw our girl figure out to dive(ish) vs belly flop, and internal giggles when she wondered why she wasn't the fastest 5 year old in the 8 and under category.

The season for us just ended and our girl asked, "Mommy, I'm so sad swim team is over. When can I compete again?"

But then I explained the pool is still open till September -- AND Mommy is attempting an Adult Meet Saturday, and she's happily moved on. Now my 'Coach' is showing me how to dive and kick harder out of my free style flip turns.

I guess I could say our fish is hooked.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Value in the smart network

Many people diss smart phones, social networks, etc.  Say it is all ruining our lives - and sometimes I do admit, I hate it all.

But today as I ran - I thought about the ways I value them and how they've changed my life for the better:

1) I don't get lost any more (Maps!)
2) I can call my Mom or my Friends in between moments - or when I can vs when I have to.
3) Recipes Recipes Recipes (Yummly/Pinterest)
4) When our daughter stumps me, I can look it up! (GOOGLE)
5) I can actually look up in the sky w/my smart phone and see what constellation it is over me!
6) 1 click shopping (ALL OF THEM)
7) texting - quick way to catch up with other busy friends (HEAVENLY)
8) Watch littles be born, grow up, go to college - way to fast (FB)
9) Keep grandparents alive in our lives on a daily basis (FB)
10) Share my love of taking pictures of too many things to my friends and family (all the time implying "you can look if you want/and don't if you don't wanna.") (Instagram)

PURE living

Every once in awhile I get sick of it. I get sick of the fat around my legs, my belly, on my back, and I mentally make a change. I decide to start something. Maybe a new diet, or new exercise, new something....

But it's not sustainable.

I'll lose some weight. Weigh in weekly. Measure. And then that one week - usually the week I work the hardest, I gain or stay the same and the whole idea crumbles on top of me.

11 days ago, I turned 44 years old. 9 days ago, I woke up decided to go pure. I'm no longer letting the scale tell me what I weigh. I'm no longer deciding my worth by the size I'm wearing. I'm going with the measurements of feelings. PURE baby!

What's PURE mean? I just made it up (right now!)  It's my version of eating the Paleo diet designed just for U -- and the goal is for Rest of your Life and Everyday thinking "how does (doing/eating/acting like...) this make me feel?"

How do these pants make me feel? Do I feel like I've lost weight? I'm a happy or sad? What's my energy level right now? Should I be doing this? 

So I've given up sugar, dairy, wheat - but I can still eat meats, fish, eggs, vegetables, fruit, nuts, coffee, wine/vodka/cider, 70% or higher chocolate. And no, I'm not counting anything. If I'm hungry, I make a plate of natural organic ingredients and eat.

It's simple and pure.

Wanna join me?

Sunday, March 29, 2015

I'm going to church.

EEK. I can't believe I'm putting this out there. It's so foreign to me because for so long I've been against the idea.

I'm choosing to go church. I grew up going to Catholic Mass with my family. Every Sunday I dreaded church - sitting inside a very crowded service with fellow students and strangers in my home town. Sometimes it wouldn't be so bad, but honestly, I just went through the movements, the 'sayings' (prayers), the standing/sitting/kneeling rituals.

But since my post in November 2014, after a flux of response via Facebook from fellow church (?!!) going friends, I've been attending a Christian church down the street, and shhhh, liking it!

It's not Catholic (I know, I already said it was Christian), but it is an adorable little church in the heart of the neighborhood, filled with people who have for generations attended this church and travel as far as the east side (!!) to attend this church in Crown Hill neighborhood (basically north Ballard - "west side" for those non-Seattlites.)

Our five year old daughter joins me and seems to really like it. Honestly, they won her over when her first time in the church she got to be on the alter -or what she calls "the stage." I can't say I blame her. The children all get to sit up on "the stage" each week and have a special moment just for them. Some listen. Some cry. Some run around being chased by a parent. It's actually such a sweet way to kick off the service.

Then the kids go up to a worship time and I get to sit and learn about things again with an open mind and open ear.

My new church is open minded, non-descriminating, Woman Pastor environment. It also has a similar enough prayer style and communion idea - two things from the Catholic mass I grew up enjoying and responding to, which makes me feel comfortable and at home.

So today, I can honestly say "Yes, I go to Church. And guess what? I like it." 

In case you're curious, the church is Northwest Christain Church - only one sermon each week. And don't worry - I won't pressure you to join me, but invite anyone who's interested!