Lets talk about Gin

How Gin made me realize the changes that are occurring.

I am hands down a vodka girl.  Love it many of ways but prefer vodka “chilled. up. little bit dirty with 3 blue cheese stuffed olives, please”.  Any of my friends that have been with me when I order this lovely “just a little but dirty” martini looks at me quizzical. I know what I like when it comes to drinks, chocolate, and friendships.  My standards are high and if the night is a good one, all the above happen together.

Last night, I was honored to host book club.  We read “Girl on the Train” and one of my best gal pals (K) recommended having Gin and Tonics as the main character drinks a shit ton of these on a train, out of a can ( god love the British). With this being my first time hosting book club, I wanted to make a good first impression.  I went to my local grocery store at 10am and hit up the liquor store.  Along with the gin and tonic, I also purchased 3 bottles of wine, milk and goldfish crackers. The mid-sixities check out lady was a little taken aback but I think the goldfish crackers made her feel a bit at ease.

This is the first time I have ever had gin.  I like it.  I like it a lot.  The lime+gin combo is pretty impressive.  In fact, I am sipping on one at this very moment.  Gin for me is another drink option but it also made me realize that other tastes in my life have changed as well.  This coming from the girl who never had salsa until college ( I know, right!?!!).  Sushi scared the crap out of me until I tried it in Mexico on our honeymoon ( Again. I know, right!  Sushi and Mexico?  Wat. )  Now I crave it.  My husband is obsessed with hot sauce, hot peppers and anything spicy. After being with him for almost 15 years, I now have developed a taste for the hot sauce.  Franks used to be too hot for me.  Sriracha now keeps appearing on more and more of my foods

Now that I am mid-thirties, my tastes have changed when it comes to what I need from my relationships as well as what I need from myself. I have been beyond blessed with a handful or less amazing friends. Before, I wanted numbers.  I wanted to feel popular and well liked. Pretty. And smart.  I needed a lot of people around me to fill in the holes of my insecurities.  A few of these gals (K and S) have been only in my life for the past 3-4 years but honestly, it feels like we have been friends beyond this lifetime.  These gals are my mommy friends. I met them through a random picked playgroup when M was 2.5.  Thank god for that playgroup.  They have seen me at the highest and the very lowest points of my life, to date.  My other BFF (C) was given to me in college.  We met through a mutual friend of ours, a total hussy, leaving us at the bar to go home with randoms.  C wasn’t going to leave me by myself.  We bonded over said hussies never ending crisis filled life. C lives on the East Side and I only get to see her every other month or so but we connect every. single. day.  In fact, C just got back from a family trip and I about lost my mind.  Not to have communication with her was tough.  C is rock solid.  And bluntly honest. I love both and need both of these qualities in my ROD (ride or die) chicks. C,K,and S can look at me or hear the tone of my voice (or text) and call bullshit if I am pulling ” I am fine” while the tears are pouring down my cheeks or the rage is exploding out of my ears.  They get ME.  Let me be ME.  They call me out of my hippy side but love it at the same time.  They know when I am uncomfortable at another mommy event and stick by my side.  They text me to remind me to get my run in, eat healthy or take sometime for myself.  They listened to me complain for 9 lonnnnggggg months straight as this last pregnancy was my nemesis.   We text/ email with good news, bad news, shitty news, happy news or even no news.  We send each other funny articles off of scary mommy or huff post.  They are sometimes the silver lining on what seems like the rain cloud that will not go the eff away.  Without them, I would be lost.  I would feel empty.  I would be incomplete.

What I now need from myself is ever changing but this is also new for me.  I used to be very uncomfortable to the limbo position. Being a Libra, my daily goal is to feel balanced.  I am a very black/white girl.  I am either 100% into being healthy ( running, yoga, vegan, water, mediate, sleep, read, sex) or- not. What I need from myself ( at this moment) is embracing the imbalance. Being in the moment with G as he wants me to play choo-choo instead of putting him off for one last flip of the laundry or loading the dishwasher.  Its reading that one more story to M at night.  What I need now from myself is playing scrabble with GG or listening to her favorite teenage story just one more time.  Its staying awake to see my husband after work just to check in with him and see in his eyes if he is really doing “Ok”. What I need is to say yes to the things that make me feel excited and no to the events that I am just ehh about.  What I need is to give myself grace.  patience.  kindness-if the day spirals out of control.   What I need is to love myself.  Fully.  Deeply and unquestionable.

And if this doesn’t pan out, I still have gin and C, K and S.


Stuck in the Middle with you


This past weekend was filled with life lessons. Lessons that all good fiction novels contain. Family. Love. Hate. Lost. Hope. Anger. Sex. Friendship. Dedication. Preserverance. and cupcakes.

While I will not tap into an explanation of all of words above, maybe I will glaze a few of them for further details.

My Uncle G has had a life full of fear, sadness, anger and frustration. He was born into a very abusive (physically and verbal) father who was an alcoholic and wanted my Uncle to be all the things that he wasn’t. My Uncle is an alcoholic and was also not the best dad to his two sons. My Aunt divorced him after 20+ years of trying, trying and trying again. He is now recently out of a nursing home and is all alone. Any friend or family member that he once had contact with is now gone. Uncle has a facet of health issues that landed him in the hospital and then in the nursing home. Prior to this, my grandmother ( we lovingly call her GG for great grandma), who is 81, was doing everything for him. Taking him to and from doctors appointments, laundry, cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping and even paying his bills. My former social worker self was calling the red flag for enabling and co-dependence about 10 yrs ago but this is her son. Uncle needed help. He really had no clue how to do anything. GG did everything for him growing up. Aunt did everything while they were married. GG picked up the ball again after the divorce.

I remember Uncle as someone who loved to sleep, eat and listen to good music. My love for music started because of my Uncle. His record collection would make any collector drool. His home is where I first heard the names Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, and Pink Floyd ( I could keep going but you get the point).

It is unclear to me at what point the bitterness of “what was not” took over. Uncle is a prime example of living in the past and being stuck in a cycle of regret, guilt, and sadness.

GG is no longer able or willing to live his life for him. She physically and and mentally can’t do this. My dear mother ( his sister) was supposed to step up and help with transportation to and from doctors appointments, grocery store and assist with helping him pay his bills but that has fallen through. GG has been staying with us since Thanksgiving and hoping she stays with us until Spring. GG worries and wonders how Uncle is getting along.  GG feels guilty that she has abandoned him, while all along he abandoned himself long ago.

Friday, while I was making “homemade pink vanilla cupcakes with homemade pink buttercream frosting with sprinkles”, per M’s request for her 6th birthday party, we got a phone call. The phone call indicated that Uncle tried to take his one life. This is the second known attempt in the past year. Gloves are off. All hands on deck. These hands will be mine with the love provided by GG. While I do not want to enable Uncle, I do want to give him the tools to help. It must be pretty scary to be all alone in this world and have no purpose. I am not sure what will come out of this situation. I may be placing a band aide over a wound that is fist deep, but I want him to feel like someone out there cares and loves him.  Isn’t that what all humans want and need anyways when you strip away all the bullshit?

Besides the Uncle situation, this weekend also painted a clear picture on how blessed I am to have my husband. While our marriage has been rocked before and I know will be rocked again, the solid foundation along with respect and love we have for one another, will carry us through. Someone we both love dearly is in not the best relationship. The past month has been full of arguments, breakups, makeups and then more breakups. The anxiety of starting over the fear of being alone is sometimes in the front seat driving the need to want to continue a relationship that deep down this person knows is not healthy. While my ears are open and my shoulder is available, my heart is aching for the lost self condifence. Finding someone else is easy; finding yourself is laborious. Some never do.

To end on a light hearted note… Week 1 of half marathon training is complete and successful.  All runs done. Some in the rain. Some in a group. Some at 5am. When I am not running, chasing the kids, or wasting time on Facebook, my new gig is watching “The Affair”.  My husband and I started this show over the holidays and I love it!

Be well. Be happy. Be you.

big girl panties

The unthinkable happens. I wake up 45 seconds before the alarm on the iPad, that I have placed across the room, goes off.  Its week 1 of January 2016.  Motivation is eh. Goals are set. Dog is snoring. All is normal.

This deadly hour is now going to be called sacred hour. The hours of 5am-7am and 9pm to 11pm is “kid free” time. I can run, read, watch shitty tv, look wayyyy to long at Facebook or my forever addicting babycenter app.

As you can see, I have not “blogged” in well over a year. Second pregnancy got in the way of life and now G is 1.5 years old. M is 6. Hubby got a new job. I quit my job. Dog is 14 years old. The world keeps on spinning.

On my very chilly ” why in the hell am I doing this” run this morning, I felt this very strong urge to write. I have 6 minutes before I need to get M up for school. I am not sure why this overwhelming feeling has hit me today but I am going to go with it… kinda like how I go for the craving of Arbys curly fries. What I have to say is the probably the same as any SAHM but maybe I can add a little smile or chuckle to someones day. Maybe no one will read this and it will just be an outlet or trashcan to put my thoughts.  I will trust this instinct. I will listen to the inner voice. I will now need to get Arbys curly fries for lunch.

3 minutes until M rises. Time to slam my coffee and throw makeup on this face in hopes that it sticks.




I was sure this time would be different. No way that I would have the same or an even worse experience, right?  Part of me truly believed this . I was not all that scared. Now I am just terrified.  It is week #10 of my second pregnancy. The last 5 weeks have truly been one of the hardest times thus far in my 34 years of life.  With that, many obstacles have been pushed through and each one teaching me the definition of resilience. There was the Christmas that wasn’t. Mom and Dad had NO MONEY whatsoever and simply was not able to celebrate Christmas up to my 8 year old standards. There was the on and off welfare just to provide food and medical care. There was paying for college, working up to 3 jobs, while still trying to sent money home to help out all that I could. There was the few heartbreaks that I endured to finally find the “right one”.  There were a few friendships that I realized were very toxic that I needed to break away from. These friends were like family to me during college and also after. One of these I regret not trying to “work it out” but I did what I felt was the right decision at that time. You live. You learn. Sure, Sean and I have faced some problems but we always come out stronger. My reason for the reflection is just to remind myself that I will overcome this as well. Times before have been tough but I always make it. You see this second pregnancy has basically left me bedridden. I have what they call hyperemesis gravis. Basically, extreme morning sickness. Most days I can barely eat or drink anything. As a result, I am dizzy, shaky, tired, upset, depressed, and miserable. Having an almost 4 year old adds an entire new layer to the problem. I have avoided leaving the house unless I absolutely have too. Play dates have been cancelled. My kids screen time is unbelievable and as the days continue like I am stuck in ” Groundhog Day”, the guilt is at an all time high. My saving grace is my amazing husband. He works at least 10 hours a day, comes home and takes over with Madeline. Most days and nights for me are spent in bed or on the couch. Sean is doing all the housework, laundry, grocery store, meal prep and childcare. I am just not sure how I can ever repay him. Before this pregnancy, I was an extremely independent person. It was me who recently dropped down to just working a few days a month so I could be at home with Madeline. I was just finding my niche with cleaning, playing, laundry, play dates, working out, preparing dinner, planning “date night”, keeping in touch with family/friends, etc. Now I can barely get out of bed without making a mad dash for the john. I feel like I am in hell. My identity has vanished. Nothing brings me joy. I am counting the minutes, hours and days until I can feel normal again. The title of this blog is ” run mommy run” and is laughable to me now as I suspect that running will not occur until after June 2014 but it does remind me to not give up on myself. I once did not believe I could run 3 miles in a row let alone 13. I will push through and come out stronger.

” Feels Like the First Time”

November 16, 2012

I will never forget it. The first time that I ran 3 miles straight without walking. 3 months prior, the goal seemed unreachable. My BFF and I would meet at 5am to do the couch to 5k program. I dabbled in running before but this time was different.  12 weeks prior I had just given birth to my daughter Madeline. I needed to drop some weight and time to just be out of the house. Those cold February mornings were just what I needed. Not only did I drop the weight, I gained my confidence back. Being a new mom I often felt like I had no idea what I was doing. This running program was something that I could focus on as well as have control over. Running has been my outlet on many of occasions. When I have had a stressful day at work;when I get into a tiff with the hubby; when I have only gotten 2 hours of sleep and need an energy boost; when I feel content and have no worries;when I just need a good sweat; when I want to see the sunrise over the lake or the leaves change on the trees;when the snows sticks on the ground for the first time;when its pouring rain and eerily quiet; whenever I feel like it.

After accomplishing my goal of completing the couch to 5k program, I did my first 5k. After that, a turkey trot that was 5 miles. Half marathon training began in 2011. After training for 6 weeks and building up to a solid 7 miles, I injured my knee. Physical therapy was for 4 weeks and then a 8 weeks on my own at home.  With already signing up for the Cleveland half, race day came. I was not prepared for how sad I felt. I cried off and on all day. Then I knew, I was a runner. The next day I picked myself up and planned for a “re-do” 2012. I am happy to report that this year I did 3 half marathons!  My goal for 2013 is more half marathons and the “big one” 26.2 miles and if I have it in me, maybe even a tri.  Follow me as I conquer this goal. Happy Running!