It happened. Yesterday around 11:20 p.m. I don’t feel any different. But man, it was big. BigBoy brought me coffee in bed, which was so sweet, but then he looked intently in my eyes and said, “Yep, you look old Mom.” Great. Hello, Forty. Yes, I turned forty. Yes, Four-Ohhhh. As in “Ohhh my goodness,…
Sometimes it’s nice to be reminded of who you are. This past weekend I had a moment of total self-realization between a stripper pole dancing class, the hot bods in the resort pool and a dance floor of a Palm Springs hotel. You could say that I found myself between a pole and a hard…
Over the past two months, I have been running up against of the hardest physical challenge I have encountered other than being pregnant for nine months and giving birth (because if you knew me, that was no cake walk). I was recently certified to be a Jazzercise instructor. I know some people are saying, “Jazzercise?…
Ok, look. I made an impulse beauty buy from Living Social that toes my line of vanity “work” or “maintenance” as many women (but particularly Nora Ephron in one of my favorite books, I Feel Bad About My Neck and Other Thoughts on Being Woman) describe. I have a level of unease about plastic surgery…
A view of the Cardiff Kook from our Swami Mommies walk on a beautiful morning walk. Be sure to check out other great pics at my bloggy friends sites. Happy Wednesday!
Hello Muffin Top. Can’t say it’s nice to see you again, but I knew you were coming. Quite frankly, I like the food during the holidays, but mostly the sweet stuff. And I’m okay with my choices. I’m not going to berate myself over what I have done. Nope, not this time. I’ve got my…
I wanted to share this great piece of Mommy wisdom that I just recently learned from another mother. And it turns out it’s out in the interwebby world, I just hadn’t come across it yet. So I’m here to share the goodness. It’s just such a damn fine solution that I wanted to pass it…
So I’m 39 and I think I may be pre-menopausal. If you want the first part of the story click the link. So I went to see my HMO-covered doctor after I suffered through a third month of those volatile womanly symptoms. Three months was enough. It was gross and I couldn’t afford two days…
The following account can be graphic and gross. So don’t read if you’re not willing to hear the whole story. And there are swear words. Sorry, I just need to keep it real. I’m Not Just Another Jen after all. For three months this past summer, I had volatile womanly symptoms. I felt like I…
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