Viognier

May was the month of Viognier for my wine club. This delightful beverage is not something I've enjoyed in the past, but let me tell you, it was a lovely discovery. The crowning jewel of the evening was the $60 bottle of the Lys de Volan Condrieu. It was like liquid gold on my tongue. Peaceful, calming and oh so enchanting.

For those not familiar with this great grape, next time you are enjoying spicy cuisine (particularly if it's Asian cuisine) order a glass -- you won't regret it. It's phenomenal!

Now, because I was hosting this month, I actually enjoyed my glasses of wine (meaning, I drank them versus, tasting and spitting out.) And while I didn't even feel the slightest buzz that night, when I finally went to the bathroom, I swear ... I was peeing Viognier! And the next morning, my stomach sat heavily, oh well. It was worth it to discover a beautiful new wine that I can enjoy.

Self-Imposed Cruelty

Today I spent my morning inflicting the worst kind of torture one can do to themselves ... I went bathing suit shopping. With K's swimming lessons starting in three weeks, I knew I needed a new suit. I also knew I wasn't going to really enjoy this adventure. The first place I looked ... I swear, the suits were geared to women who want to show you their belly button -- but from the angle that it's their cleavage. I mean, we are talking LOW CUT mamas. I didn't even bother trying them on, knowing that I needed just a tad bit more coverage than that.

I tried on a gazillion suits and finally out of desperation decided to try Sears at the mall. Well, low and behind, I'm greeted by the Lands End section, and there are many classic suit options available (no ridiculous metallic embellishments or bone beading that is made to look pretty but has no chance to stand up to the function needed of a suit.)

I grabbed many options off the racks and went into the fitting room. The first suit did it. I knew it was the one. It made me feel like I could be confident as I held my son in the pool singing ridiculous water songs and trying to increase his comfort in the water.

Well, it's not for everyone -- bathing suit shopping that is -- but for this mom, it was a cruelty that needed to happen. (Note - that is not me, but it is the suit.)

At a Crossroads

I'm standing here, looking forward and see three different paths I can choose. It's frustrating. I can stay the course and go straight -- settling for frustration, the known, the politics, the safety net of security. I can go left or right, but I don't know where those roads will take me. I can't see clearly down those paths -- it's kind of scary and I'm full of paranoia. I'm tired of people asking me how I feel about this change or that change and what do I want. I'm exhausted from being told here's a new change, make it work. I want counsel, guidance and support and where are those?


Being an adult sometimes is just plan numbing. I look forward to the end of my day and the weekends where I get to relish in family time, enjoy lots of laughter with my son and my husband and remember that they are the reason I choose the course on the road that I do.


Speaking of delectable. Kieran is full of all the excitement in the world a two-year-old could possibly muster. The littlest things get him so energized. Tonight it had rained, and there was a duck couple in our backyard (eating the fresh grass seed I'd just put out ... urg) and they were so cute. It was a beautiful male mallard and a plain (but still striking) female. Kieran just started jumping up and down and yelling, "Duckies! Duckies!" and pointed out the window with a huge grin on his face. Ah, yes, enjoying the delights of a two-year-old.