Are you ever going to put a cap on it? Swimsuit spending is getting out of control? It's getting boring too, trying to find the right one. Don't yawn, pretty please, don't. This is really important to me. Even if it involves snow and a bikini again. Holy crap, by the way, the boring view… Continue reading Has the right bikini made it over the hill yet?
Month: February 2019
The day I didn’t recognize my stomach
The chills ran down my spine as I glanced down at my stomach while doing my 45-second plank. Yeah, not quite to a 1-minute one yet. It kills my wrists after about 30 seconds, so it's taking me a long time to build up to a 4-minute plank. If I ever will? Do I really… Continue reading The day I didn’t recognize my stomach
How to 3-d print layers of love into your marriage
Over our years together (going on 30 to be exact), Mr. and I have chosen not to do the traditional things for each other for Valentine's day. Well, not since the first one. That's the one where he gave me our official engagement ring, a card, some chocolate, and a dinner date. You can't repeat… Continue reading How to 3-d print layers of love into your marriage
How I convinced myself there are 4 seasons
I love the 4 seasons, yes, I do, but this winter, has been an icy nightmare - we even had to open the windows to chop icicles. My hero to the rescue. And, I gotta tell ya, I'm sick of being stuck in a snow globe that keeps relentlessly reproducing snow piles beyond those we've… Continue reading How I convinced myself there are 4 seasons
A slow growing fear
I did it! Mr. is going to be so impressed with my efforts. I crawled out of bed before him and Copper. Lazy men, right? Nah, I couldn't sleep so I woke up at 4:15 am. I'm having slow-growing nightmares about the damn bikini and other things. But that's beside the point. Then I took… Continue reading A slow growing fear
How my mom taught me to be brave in my own skin
The aftermath of my anticipation of the new bikini's arrival; the retail therapy session in between; the first introduction to said bikini; the intermediate rejection of it and chip consoling consumptions; the day after's resurgence of my ultimate goal - "To be happy in my own skin." All of it took me on a wild… Continue reading How my mom taught me to be brave in my own skin