There are no jobs on a dead planet

Well, another week and another round of the accustomed shock in reaction to the current administration. We can all assume at this point that our president is going to dismantle any policy that doesn’t directly bring America (or more specifically, “his people”) monetary gains. You know, because it’s only important that we work to become the most rich and powerful—to hell with the future generations.

I just do not understand. Well, maybe I do, but I don’t want to. How can our leaders choose corporate kickbacks and financial gains over the future of our planet? Do we really have a party that exists to deny science and essentially MOE (money over everything) it up in our government? It definitely appears so. Message for all of those narrow-minded, not-working-for-the-people jack-wagons working in our government, seated in the pockets of Trump’s made-in-China suits: Money cannot buy you a clean planet and THERE ARE NO JOBS ON A DEAD ONE.

I heard the address Trump made when he declared the U.S. was abandoning the Paris Climate Agreement. It was a whole lot of excuses. “The people in other countries around the world were cheering after we signed the agreement, because they were so happy they could take more of our jobs”—You kidding me? We have now joined Syria and Nicaragua as being the ONLY three countries not a part of the Paris Agreement. Were those—two—the countries applauding us because they would have something to gain from our agreement? Or was it all of the countries because I’m pretty sure they were applauding the fact that the agreement would ensure a global dedication to a sustainable future.

I heard Trump complain about the agreement’s impact on American workers and the threat that the agreement would send more jobs overseas. Pathetic. I am SOOOO tired about hearing about the jobs issue. You talk to those coal miners in the Pennsylvania whom Trump was promising to bring back jobs for. He hasn’t and I don’t see how he himself can. It is not in Trump’s power (or is it?) to tell power plants what energy to use. Fact is, more power plants have adapted to other sources of energy instead of coal (as they should). To bring miners their jobs back, maybe those companies should be expanding their realm of energy to other sources such as wind-power, waterpower, and solar. Also, those miners are likely to lose their health benefits under Trump’s healthcare repeal.

It’s painfully comedic to me to see these things happen and not even feel bad for those people that believed in his campaign; those people that actually thought that Trump would work for them. I think of the woman who voted for Trump because she wanted immigration reform. And then she was shocked that ICE arrested and deported her husband (whom of which was an illegal immigrant), saying that she thought Trump would only deport criminals. Well lady, under law, your husband is a criminal. It’s sad, I feel terrible for her family that now is torn apart, but the irony is worth noting.

I am still calling my senators and my representatives–asking that they consider the facts backed by science; asking that they see through the lies of our president; asking that they they work for the people and not for their pocketbooks.

I could seriously go on and on about how fucked up this state of affairs is. For that, I am going to keep this short. As I feel my point has been clearly made again and again throughout my blog that I am disheartened by the current state of affairs. I really hope that we can get an objective investigation into the Russian hacking ordeal and some more transparency in our government. Right now, I’m afraid we are in for a long, long term of lying, propaganda, ignorance, and entitlement. It’s getting old—already. The only good thing to come out of this mess is SNL. There are some people I am OK with making money at the expense of the taxpayers—not the politicians—the comedians.


Stay woke, people.


Image Credit: Union of Concerned Scientists


“We really need to stop seeing each other like this”

It’s been a rough week—two weeks. Rough is probably an understatement. It’s been a week of little sleep, mind wandering, dark thoughts, bad dreams, and grief. I’ve got this little habit of making one thing into a million and these circumstances are no exception. When someone leaves my life, it serves as a reminder of every precedent. I work myself into a depression and that is always tough to pull out of. But I am getting along.

So, I was really thankful it worked out that I could attend a memorial for a friend Sunday. The first hour or so was pretty difficult being there. I was overwhelmed by the extent of his reach in the community. I went in there very sad—sad that he chose to leave, sad about the method of which his chose to leave, sad that it had been so long since I’d talked to him. I opted to drink my courage and hold myself together. I drank more than I intended to. I stayed out longer than I intended to. But I sort of had a symbolic evening of hugging and chatting with the people that Chaz loved most and I was really honored to be around people that loved him so much. I may not remember much from Sunday night but I will never forget it.

Now that I’ve got a family, I realize that I am not as available to my friends as I would like to be. In fact, Sunday night was the first time I’d seen many friends from High School (that still live in Ames, mind you) since Georgie’s memorial. What the fuck…


To make a tragedy into something of positivity, I am vowing to have more of a social life. I need to be present. I need to be better about approaching people and putting my heart on my sleeve and telling someone that I might not know very well, “Hey, this shit really sucks, I’m here for you, let’s get together again.”

Especially in light of the current political climate.  I think we could all use some like-minded conversation and support nowadays.

It’s Fall Y’all!

I feel like autumn is already almost over. I thought I’d take a post to relish in everything I love about this season, quick as it may (seemingly) come and go.

As my personality developed, I aligned myself with fall in that it is a time of change, of reflection, of the end of the old, and beginning of the new. I remember the many days walking home after school dragging my feet through leaves and feeling so at peace (I love how Mother Nature takes the reigns and we as visitors just sort of have to go with it). I remember the warmth of wearing a hoodie in the fall chill (I love fall-favored clothes). But probably my favorite past time is sitting around a fire with good people as the sun falls and the temperatures drop.

I love the colors of fall. Don’t get me wrong, I totally love the green and mossy hues of spring but there’s something so sacred about fall. It’s our last ditch attempt at taking advantage of the outdoors for the year. I always feel bad about not doing enough over the summer but I up the ante in fall and make up for it.

I think back over the years and some of my most vivid memories from growing up are from fall. I remember being a witch for Halloween (for too many years) with my brother. I remember going to the annual Halloween dance, sponsored by a local non-profit for persons with intellectual disabilities, with my family every year growing up. I remember having an absolute blast to be a part of something like that. I remember my dad carving our pumpkins. I remember my mom trying to bake pumpkin seeds (because my friends had shared theirs with me at school) and stinking up the whole house for a couple of weeks. I remember Thanksgiving as a child at my Aunt and Uncle’s farm. I remember spending most of my time in the barn with my cousins and the farm cats before supper was ready. I remember the pumpkin pie. I remember the good feels I got from being around family.


Fall into winter is a really family-intense time period! But I didn’t mind, I loved, and still love, the warmth, the tradition, and the memories (even if they stress me out).

Going forward, I’ve already started some fall traditions of my own. For one, I’ve prided myself in crocheting part of Sylvia’s costume every year. Someday, I won’t have the time, or daughter-approval, to make her costumes, so I relish in doing what I can now. Watching “Hocus Pocus” every year has also become tradition—for obvious reasons. I’ve fallen in love with the smell of pumpkin spice and autumn leaves scentsy waxes—I cannot imagine another fall without the manufactured smell of fall lingering in my house. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed decorating the front of our house for Halloween and fall (more than I can say for Christmas). I am very much looking forward to forming more family traditions and embracing the festive housewife I seem to be developing into.

There’s some positivity for ya!

The nice thing is that she’s content to be outside, even if we are busy raking leaves

Black Lives Matter.

There seems to be an ulterior arrogance amongst many of the habitants of, arguably, the freest country in the world. I see a lot of denial that black lives being taken by police is anything but justified. Never have I noticed it so blatantly as within the past couple of years. Was I too young to notice it before? Or was I blind to the injustices minorities face because I am not of that demographic? Was there not as much media coverage in regard to black victimization before? Maybe it’s a little bit of everything. But one thing is absolutely certain in my mind, and that is that systematic racism is very much alive today. And as a young, white, middle class female, I’d like to share with you my thoughts.

Firstly, I’d like to explain some of my background and how I have been able to draw some parallels between myself and the victims of our country’s policing policies. Because I think it is important that our society asks ourselves, “Could that have been me?” “What if that were my child, father, brother, etc.?” I urge you to do the same; we are all citizens of this country and deserve equal and fair treatment in every aspect of life independent of our skin color.

I am not proud to say that I committed petty crime when I was a teenager. Police have questioned me. I’ve ran from the police. I’ve broken the law. But I have never been arrested. I’ve never had a “stop and frisk” because of what I wore, looked like, or where I was at. No, every interaction I have had with police, I have been able to walk away and return home safely.

I am thankful that I didn’t have to face the full extent of the law for every time I made a mistake. I am advantageous. I am white. I am middle class. I am female.

My experiences in my teen years would be a much different story were I to alter a few “minor” things here and there. Not changing the situations themselves but things like gender, location, and skin color for the narrative. You know, the things that our society tells us are not the real issue. That punishments and outcomes are not dependent on these variables. But I think with changing these variables, the story likely would have a much different outcome. How do I know? Because I have seen, thanks to citizens of this here free country promoting police transparency, the videos of black citizens, sometimes younger than I was, doing less than I did, and being treated worse than I was. People being killed for things like legally carrying a firearm . Or waiting in a stalled car . Or walking home from a gas station. Or selling CD’s outside of a gas station . Just to name a few. A very few.

I’ve heard people (in the news, namely) try and find any justification on behalf of the officers for using lethal force against these black men. I’ve seen the news media choose to scour their personal histories in the hopes of de-humanizing their image. It’s disgusting, shameful, and doesn’t allow due process to run it’s course in these investigations. Not to mention that a person’s history (criminal or no) has little to do with the present and the incident itself. People change. People are not defined by their mistakes. I am proof to that. But I am white. I am middle class. I am female.

I’ve heard people refute the Black Lives Matter (BLM) movement by saying “All Lives Matter”. We are failing to understand the issue if we are busy making sure that the movement takes a backseat to everyone (but let’s be honest, mostly white people). Do people really think that the BLM movement is saying “but no one else’s do”? Well, some people certainly think so, but that’s absolutely not true. This movement is necessary; it’s been going on for much too long that black lives have seemingly less value than white lives in the eyes of the criminal justice system. I’ve read a couple of articles trying to explain this movement to us white folks.  This one.  This oneAnd this one. Because, let’s be honest, some of us don’t understand it. It’s hard for some of us to grasp the true depth of this topic. White privilege is bittersweet in that we don’t have to face discrimination because of our skin color, but the downfall is that we are not as aware of the issues our black peers face every day.

So, what do we do about it? I’ve got a few ideas—not answers, but a few things that definitely need addressed in the hopes of minimizing the incidences of victimizations of our black fellow citizens.

First and foremost, there needs to be a change in the protocol for use of deadly force. I, like most people, am seeing that lethal force has been exercised excessively; especially in the cases that we have seen accompanied by BLM movement. Unless there is a gun pointed at a police officer, signaling the intent to kill an officer, there should not be reason to shoot to kill; unless another person’s life is in immediate danger, there is no reason to use lethal force. Police should be combatting killings, not increasing them.

Secondly, there should be more extensive training on de-escalation. Police are called to a scene not to enact justice themselves. Police, as first responders, are responsible for trying to de-escalate, get the facts, and apprehend (if necessary). We are seeing police shooting and killing people at the scene before they even know what is going on. How would it make you feel if the second the police arrive, they’ve already got their guns out and drawn? No words, no questions, just orders. Well, I’d react. I’d feel helpless. I’d be angry. It would appear the police have already made up their mind about the call. From experience, talking goes a long way when adrenaline is pumping and thinking is anything but rational.

**I tried to find a news story from my area from a year back or so of police responding to a call about an armed man threatening to kill himself and his family. Reportedly, the man had been pointing the gun at officers and after a long, tense standoff, the man was taken into custody and received mental health assistance. Would the police have been justified in shooting him? Maybe (a gun was pointed at the officers, and the man was talking irrationally). But the police were being reasonable, they negotiated and talked to the man and were able to help him. The situation was successfully de-escalated.  Shot out to the Ankeny Police Department.

But I think the most important thing that we need to see change, lest we see these senseless killings again and again, is positive community policing. It’s a broad, and all-encompassing approach to policing that would include the aforementioned points. One step would be to assign officers to a specific precinct for long periods of time so that there is a greater understanding of the crime and frequent offenders in the area. Things like being able to address people on a first-name basis go a long way. Showing respect and humanity when answering a call. Increasing police presence and interaction in the community is crucial in forging a trust between police and citizens.

In the case of Terence Crutcher, the officer “feared for her life” for no reason of Crutcher’s actions (maybe just because he was a large black man?). I’m tired of seeing this excuse. If you can’t be unbiased and do your damn job (of providing safety and protection in our communities), then maybe being a community servant isn’t the job for you. I understand that police might feel that they are targeted. But so do black people. We have a dichotomy going on where proportions of our society are acting in fear. The only difference is, one side wields power over the other and is able to put down their badge and return to “normalcy” at the end of the shift. The other proportion lives in fear as opposed to just acting out of it.

So, I say “Black Lives Matter.” Because they do.  And it’s about damn time that our society acts like it.
If I’ve got your attention, I urge you to dig deeper into this movement and everything else it stands for. Because there are many more components to this effort in raising awareness surrounding senseless killings and lives lost at the hands of our criminal justice system: Also see: Campaign Zero and Say Her Name.

Note: Being white, I am both sensitive and cautious when it comes to discussing the injustices plaguing black citizens and other minorities. Many may say I have no reason to be a proponent for the Black Lives Matter Movement because I am not of the demographic—that I can’t have an opinion on it because I don’t have firsthand experience with racism. Well, I have opinions on just about everything and the BLM movement is no exception. All I know and have learned about the Civil Rights Movement of the 60’s, the persecution of the Jewish in Nazi Germany, and other historical injustices, is that conformity is suicide—silence is consent. It doesn’t sit right with me to sit back and watch unequal and unjust treatment happen around me just because it doesn’t affect me directly. So I show my support for true equality in this country I love.

Labor Day Vay-Cay

I never thought I’d say this, but I think I actually LOVE taking trips with my little one (and husband). OK, maybe not the packing and unpacking part—that’s just awful and always will be. But, the introducing Sylvia to the world (while I’m discovering it for myself) part is just a very cool experience. And I’m actually starting to really like when Hubs takes initiative without asking my opinion. Because if he’d asked me and kept me super in the loop with planning this whole thing 6 months ago, I probably would’ve told him that our Labor Day vacation was a bad idea. Because I have realized that the older I have gotten–the more anxious and stressed I get about big plans.

Have I mentioned that I called off our original wedding plans.. Fancy(ish) venue, theme, large(ish) guest list.. EVERYTHING!? And instead, opted for a small, informal union while camping? I do feel like I have said something about it here before so I’ll let it go. Lest I am losing my mind some more. That’s entirely possible.

Any way, I’ve digressed.

Hubs has probably brought up the “House on the Rock” museum every time Frank Lloyd Wright comes up (which is actually quite a bit since he is like the only architect I know or who’s life work I have knowingly and intently toured). I am actually able to connect his style to almost every eccentric house I see. I’m not the only person fond of the guy, hence the House on the Rock—which is NOT a Frank Lloyd Wright house but a sort of shrine house built by a man fascinated by Frank Lloyd Wright. This guy, Alex was his name, liked his style so much he built a house comparable to Wright’s tastes. And while I am still uneasy about his house being so closely tied to the actually works of Wright, it is still a really cool destination. Any house with shag carpet floors and walls is a house I love!

**My own disclaimer to anyone interested in visiting is that if you are little off-put by darkness and high heights, that’s pretty much the entire theme of the place. Dark crannies, dark overhead, high heights, and bright, creepy music machines! But the music machines are the best part, by far; creepy or no.

I think my favorite activity, out of the whole trip, was WizardQuest. Which was actually our first adventure at the Dells. I was super skeptical going into it and didn’t know what to expect. I had no idea how they planned to incorporate a video game-like feel without VR or something like that. But it was super fun! It brought back all the things I miss about video gaming—goblins, spells, elves, etc. etc. Shout out to the Hubby for crawling into all of the little crawly places and finding our clues. We couldn’t have completed the quests without his supple frame. I know he felt it the next day.

Here’s one little cranny of the Earth level at WizardQuest

Sylvia was a dream throughout our trip. Although the first night was off to a rough start, once she settled down and gave into sleeping in her pack ‘n play in a foreign place, she bounced back the next day after a restful night of sleep. We were go-go-go for the first whole day of our trip, topping the day off right at the Cave of the Mounds. Sylvia was pretty happy to be there in her carrier snuggled up in my chest (caves are cold, mind you). There was another little boy there about a year older than Sylvia who was NOT happy to be there, however. He gave me a little glimpse into the life as a mom with a mobile youngin’. And now I somewhat dread, more than before, the terrible two’s and mobility. I really felt for the parents of that kiddo. Though, if I were in their shoes, I would’ve thrown the towel in early and hauled Sylvia to the car if that were her. That’s mostly because I am super sensitive to human emotion and listening to her cry is super exhausting and gets me irritable real quick! But I totally admire parents who don’t let their children’s antics shake up their plans. I think it shows the kid that no amount of fussing will get things to go the way they want. Power to those parents!
Thoughts in hindsight post-Labor Day vacation:

Don’t pack the jogger on any future trips unless we plan on visiting a human beehive (like the Iowa State Fair). Huge waste of trunk space and we never needed it 

Stop monopolizing all the vacation plans going forward

Give hubs more credit for his ability of planning things (because I forgot to pack him underwear and suck at planning in other ways)

Hubs’ got mad photography skills

There are so many other places within reasonable driving distance to discover



Some more photos from the trip:

Cave of the Mounds.
Huge whale. Maybe a bit larger than scale.
Gardens outside of the House on the Rock
Wow, this looks a lot dirtier with the flash on. But cool nonetheless!
Almost walking

“Hello, it’s me. I’ve thought about us for a long, long time.”

I really have, blog. It feels SO GOOD to be back.

First and foremost, apologies are in order for my long hiatus from maintaining my blog. I’m sorry, I suck, but I’ve not forgotten about you. I’ve got all the excuses in the world (you know me) but the main excuse is that I had been working part-time on top of doing all the usual house and mom crap I normally would do. But I grew tired of the workplace, so I’m home. And I’m so thankful that I have a choice to work or not.

So now I am home almost all the time, though I still work a couple random shifts here and there (paid-to-sleep overnights FTW). It’s been less than a week and I have managed to get a number of “spiffy up” jobs done around the house—been crocheting some couch coverlets, finished tie blankets for the couches, got some vintage glass bottles (my dad saved and collected a lot of crap like that from the earth while he worked construction, to my, now, amusement) repurposed into something fancy-looking, been sewing some cloth wipes for a friend who’s expecting, and printing, framing, and arranging our “wall of the dead”—or rather mostly dead. (It’s a section of wall in our living room dedicated to old black, white, and sepia photos of our family members. It’s a reminder to myself, “If not for all of them, there’d be no me.”)

So, when life is crazy, I like my surroundings to be my grounding. And when things calm down, I like to work on things for beautifying and simplifying my surroundings. It’s been extremely gratifying to finally get back to little things that make me happy and less stressed. For some reason, when I’m working, I come home and just feel like I can never catch up. I’m a self-professed clean freak but more than that I like to have things in rightful places and methodic. And I will ALWAYS find something wrong/that needs work. I’ve neglected the small things like arrangements and décor for last on our endeavor of becoming homeowners and it’s not so fitting since inside our living spaces is where I spend most of my time at home. I’ve also got, as probably mentioned in other posts, a shit ton of half-finished craft projects holed up in my craft room. So I’ve been pushing myself to finish up all the loose ends now that I have the time. Craft ADD is a real thing, I tell you!

Aside from getting rid of the work toxins and being home more, things are generally on the up and up. Mah man and I moved up our wedding date and even though that was stressful, it was beneficial in the long run for me to not have so much time to stew over wedding plans and get anxious about it all the time. So, while our wedding ended up being not what we had originally planned, it was a very fitting arrangement for who we are and how we like to do things—wallflowers who happen to like a little spontaneity! And we had a lot of fun. I drank the most I have since before Sylvia was conceived and it felt so good to be an idiot and not worry about fucking up another human life (Sylvia).

Speaking of, that little lady of mine is going to be a year old this month! Motherhood has been a messy trip through the twilight zone, no doubt. Most of motherhood has grown on me, as a barnacle would to a buoy. There’s been little resistance in the transition and it’s been a very natural experience. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. The only thing is I just cannot seem to accept “momnesia” or “mother amnesia”. I am no longer a skeptic of its existence and a full believer in its power! I’ve been told it’s a lot to do with the way a mother’s brain sort of refocuses its attention to priorities. I used to put a lot of priority on being on time, remembering people’s names, birthdays, etc. and I can no longer be that reliable know-it-all I used to be. It’s been a hard adjustment. But I guess this is part of the package—so I’ll sadly accept it.

Well, that’s the basic catch-up for things in my world. Sorry for the bore—I will be back to my topic-related posts and rants in no time! Thanks for sticking aro

Hopes for 2016

I don’t think a “New Year’s resolution” has any basis for making things happen. It’s become a tradition for some people and if it works for them, that’s great. More power to ya! I, for one, have a hard time sticking to anything. So for me to say that I have a resolution I intend to follow for a WHOLE year is just setting myself up to fail. What works for me is making pacts with my conscience about something I want to change versus will change. I also hold off on revealing any ideas for change until it sinks deep in thought and sticks awhile. For example, I have had the intentions of quitting cigarettes over the years something like fifteen times. My friends heard that false declaration all the time. And while my intentions were well placed, it often never stuck. So, instead, I would go without smoking a good while, and then decide to tell people “I pretty much quit smoking”. That way I wouldn’t feel guilty and deceptive if I caved later on. I will say I ultimately ended the pricey, smelly habit a couple of years ago. Smoking without drinking is another story.. Maybe I’ll work that one out in my head this year.

I’ve got a lot of things I hope to see happen in 2016, however. I’ll share these with the world, but keep in mind that things that take effort on my part might not be carried out with flawless execution.

Caucus. I have a lot of questions about caucusing; like would it be a good idea to wear Sylvia there? How long does it take? Is it essentially like casting a ballot? If you know these answers or can tell me more about it—please do!! Otherwise, as it nears, I’ll stress over it until I google it. The main reason I want to go is because someone I trust to be smart on policymaking said it’s more important (as an Iowan) than voting.
This is one of my biggest plans for this coming year. For quite some time, my sense of self has slowly been aligning with certain politics. I am also a bit of a news junky now that I’m home so often and this year’s election is one I have concerned myself with. While I have found benefit to aligning myself with a candidate, politics generally frustrate me. But it’s not exclusively at the fault of candidates or what is in the news. I’m talking about the crooked process of electing politicians. It’s rigged, and if you think I’m just being a rebel without cause, watch this . Yeah, I know it’s a cable TV show, but he’s right. Which is in part why I’m motivated to caucus, and vote, for the only candidate, in my opinion, that wants to rid our country of this kind of corruption. That kind of gives you an idea. Only kind of.

Travel. Since Sylvia is able to focus and shows interest in new things, I can’t wait to get her out there to see the world. I’ll probably start by keeping things local. You know, getting out to do things in Ames. I’m looking forward to taking walks at Ada Hayden and hitting up the Farmer’s Market each week most of all! I will justify this as travel because we would have to leave town. Clever, huh? If our runs to Ames regularly go well, trips to Des Moines are soon to follow. I’m going to take care, as Sylvia ages, that bigger, more extravagant trips are kept age appropriate and will stick in her memory. I’m sure there will be exceptions, but putting off a trip like Disneyland (the hope being we can someday afford big vacations) until close to ten years old seems like a good projection. I’m going to be picky about her age in regard to vacations because I personally have little to no memory of vacations prior to about 3rd grade. It’s too bad so much money and time was dedicated to something forgotten. Not to the fault of my parents though, I was the last-born and my brother and I were much easier to corral back then.

DIY wedding. It hasn’t really sunk in yet, but I’m getting married later this year. And now that 2016 is finally here, it’s definitely inducing some anxiety. This is gonna be a long nine months. My plan is, as my plan always was, to save as much money by buying cheap/making as much of the décor as is possible. As of now, I’ve been collecting jars and pinning away on my pinterest wedding page for DIY ideas that will go with my theme. The hardest part for me at this point is distinguishing between perfect world and reality. While I like the idea of everything being flawlessly matched up to my thoughts for my wedding day, I realize how ridiculous that is. We anticipate that, aside from rental fees, our greatest expense will be on food and booze. I am hoping to hone in on my choice of invites within the next few weeks. I think I found my dress, too. It’s very much my aesthetic and it’s $90. I think my wedding, no matter the décor or attire, will turn out well so long as I don’t get crazy anxious or embarrass myself. Thankfully, there will be booze.

Eat healthy. How cliché. Of course this is making my list. Well, there’s a generally good feeling I get from eating cleaner foods. I also don’t tire as easily, my system “gets regular” and I sleep better. I’ve been blessed with great genetics and a kick ass metabolism that does a pretty good job making me appear like I’m a healthy eater. It’s a mirage—I’m typically not. I struggle in the food department every day to keep things balanced and I know I definitely overeat sometimes. I can only think of it like I’m a chipmunk, getting as much food as I can because I’m not sure when the next time will be that I can get away from Sylvia to make something to eat. Or I feel urged to opt for a quick microwave dinner kind of meal. I need to start wearing her when I’m preparing food, that’d be a great deterrent for me. Another obstacle to eating healthy is that Joey is a rather picky eater. I usually have to consider meal prep for one person, which isn’t always cost-efficient. Oh well, more good food leftovers for me the next day!

I’m feeling pretty optimistic about this year. 2015 set the bar pretty high, delivering a house and a baby, but I generally think since my lowest point in life, every year following has been better than the last. Try and keep up 2016.