About a week after my father died I saw my hairdresser. She is an amazing person, so kind, thoughtful, slightly quirky and positive. People really open up to you more once they realize you are going through a difficult time as they have in the past. I appreciate that when people are genuine and even if they can’t “relate” that they at least can tell that one is not in the best state of mind.  My hairdresser (will call her Ally) came to…

Today I learned a new word, columbarium, a structure used to hold the cremated remains of the deceased.  It has been a strange few weeks. My father died in November and knowing i will never physically see him again is devastating. i have put off writing about my emotions becuase obviously i have been a mess an now that i have time to reflect and vent and all of the above I know typing helps put things back in some sort of…

We all have that feeling that sometimes, I’m sure, when everything is happening in your life and at the same time it’s nothing. Work, life, kids, husband, dog poops, kid poops, celebrations, classes, lessons, parties, dates, volunteer, laundry, organize, vacation, work. As an American culture that I live in we revolve around work a lot. Work dictates most of our lives. work dictates celebrations and when they can happen. when someone can be buried and put to rest sometimes, work…

Who likes to get up early in the morning? Mornings with the family vs mornings with going to work, I don’t like either. As a “part-time” physician I need to continuously go between work and home and transitioning between both or someone could die, patients as well as 4 year olds without common sense. Sometimes I feel like I am on top of the world and a great multitasker mother of the year and others I feel like I am…

Have you ever had a friend that you just clicked with and had the greatest times in your youth and in your adulthood? That they were there for you everyday to listen to your happy events and your sorrows? that they could be brutally honest with you and you would become better friends for it? yup I’ve had at least one of those. But then something changes, an event and you can no longer go back to the way it…

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That time of day again…. …..kids out of the house, husband working and I can eat whatever the hell I feel like! Nobody is crying about their brother has “more strawberries” than the other (even though they are the same amount!), nobody wanting to have a conversation with me, nobody getting off the table mid-meal to take a crap and then yelling “mmmooooooommmm IIIIIIIII pooped!” (AKA “please help me wipe my ass”), then going back to the meal table and…

As the name of my blog notes I am many things. Today I scoop dog crap. Not just any dog, a 100 pound labrador goof ball monster dog! weekly poop pick ups are necessary or else our backyard would be a wasteland…literally. today I picked up about half a 13 gallon trash bag worth of disgusting, foul smelling dog poop. sorry if too much TMI, i did warn you with the title.