He's Leaking!!

Today we finally decided to check out the new Crate & Barrel store at the Galleria. Now, for anyone not familiar with this particular shopping center of the upper echelon in Edina -- let me just say, that it has the worst parking imaginable. Truly the worst. I enjoy going to the Galleria, because it has a lot of cute little stores that you cannot find anywhere else in the state - same can be said with the "main street" shoppes in the 50th and France area. Of course, there are some standard stores peppered throughout the quaint finds, but you can blur those out if you like.

So, we enjoyed meandering through the two-level C&B and checking out coffee tables and home accessories. It's on the pricier side (or at least pricier for those of us who are always looking for the best find.) So, after noting a few pieces we liked, we decided to spend a casual Sunday afternoon and see what else was around. So we started at the end and looked at PB, found a lamp we adored at Restoration Hardware and then stopped at William Sonoma. We actually needed something at WS, but K was starting to get testy. So I told him that we'd be grabbing lunch once we got our oil spray gadget. Because I didn't want to waste time, I asked someone where they were. And D was looking at cutting boards. We ended up rejoining at the oil sprayer section -- and then D wanted to show me his commercial cutting board that he'd really like (but at $90 was no way justifiable.)

Suddenly, my hand gets really warm. I realize K's diaper is leaking -- and I say to D (probably quite loud) "Ohmigod - he's leaking!" D looks at me then at K -- "yep, he is." So, I leave D and rush out to the car with K -- while he pays for our oil gadget.

Fortunately, we always carry spare pants for K. But of course, if you remember the parking situation, because about 5 cars saw me going toward my car -- I had to mouth to them all "I'm not leaving, sorry." I mean my ass was bent over to change his diaper -- did I look like I was leaving?

We're trying a store brand of diapers -- and I must say they have not won my favor... I think we'll be going back to Pampers the next time we need to buy another box!

Happiness

What is happiness? Is it jumping out of bed every morning because you love your job? Is it feeling surrounded by warm fuzzies all day long? Is it reconnecting with old friends when you've lost touch? Is it experiencing physical pleasantries? Is it being unable to stop laughter? A long lingering smile? Devouring your favorite meal as though it were your last, but being able to savor every bite?

Can you be happy in different aspects of your life, but completely lost, alone and bewildered in others? Is it okay to be confused and tormented because on paper everything looks great, but you just can't identify the one thing that is missing?

Silly words come to ones head when they are tired. Tomorrow I shall seek clarity.

Spring is Finally, Truly Arriving

It appears that the snow is disappearing once and for all (I know it's not quite May yet, so I'm taking a risk).

I am so looking forward to this summer - and I'm not normally one who relishes in the heat and ickiness of June through August -- but K's going to make sure we enjoy every warm day that he can play outside. He's taken on two new passions -- t-ball and soccer. Yes, at the age of two, he wants to Bend it Like Beckham and Jam it Like Jeter. Not to mention, we'll be layering on swimming lessons this summer (water fun for K and mommy - no doubt!). Of course, this does mean I will need to partake in the worst ritual known to woman-kind. I'll need to buy a new bathing suit. D kindly asked when I planned on going to this venture (I have until June) and I smiled and send that I think that kind of venture will require a solo-shopping trip.

And of course, with summer brings all the art fairs, festivities and trips to zoos that we could possibly ever want to enjoy ourselves with... so I'm looking forward to a chock-full summer :) my other big summer project is creating a DVD photo album --but I'm not loving this new adobe software I got, I think I might go back to the original Microsoft software we have on our computer. That's what you get when you try to be too fancy, I guess.

Okay, enough for my ramblings, I promise I'll be more cohesive in future musings!

Turning Thirty

Alas, today is the day that I enter a new decade. The sky is slightly gray with promise of rain. Is that indicative of what my thirties will be like? I hope not. I've always been looking forward to entering what I call true adulthood. The twenties seemed like a very long transitional phase - not really a young crazy college kid anymore, but not quite an adult.





Well, for anyone in suspense of my health ailment ... apparently, I'm also starting out my thirties with a new direction in clean and healthy eating. My digestive system is not getting thoroughly cleaned out enough, so I need to increase my fiber intake and just improve my overall healthy eating. It was sort of shocking that this was my diagnosis -- as I usually eat pretty high fiber meals, choosing whole grains over refined carbs, but I guess I just must take it with even greater zest now. So, as though it were fate -- I found a new magazine (I know, I'm taking a risk, because whenever I find a new magazine, it never seems to stay in publication for very long) called Clean Eating. (http://www.cleaneatingmag.com/).

Hopefully, by taking a more concerted approach to my food and exercise, I start feeling phenomenal (and looking phenomenal, too!) And what a great way to start the next decade of my life!

Me and Patrick Swayze

Since Monday, I've had this terrible pain in my upper right abdomen. It's come and gone, but always returns and is now starting to have a burning sensation - so I scheduled an appointment with my regular doctor - but then went to urgent care today. The diagnosis -- they don't know! So, I'm still stuck going to the doctor tomorrow. Of course, anyone who knows me knows I tend to think of the worst possible circumstances -- so right now -- and my sister is probably rolling out the ground if she's reading this -- but of course I'm convinced that I'm probably dying of pancreatic cancer or some terrible terrible disease. Of course, IM'ing my mother - she gives me her own medical diagnosis that it's probably scar tissue from when I had my gall bladder removed adhering my organs together! Lordy be, and you wonder where I get it?!

Why oh why - three days before a milestone birthday do I have to come down with some potentially horrific ailment? Well, my dear travelin' friends. I'll keep you updated. If I don't, then you know the worse has come true and I've run off to join Patrick Swayze and his support group.