– I am really sorry to keep complaining (I try to save my unadulterated bitching for twitter) but I’m experiencing the second worst migraine of my life (the first was a few years before Isobel was born and lasted 15 days) and it has made life so difficult. For nine days I kept plugging along as if the migraine was just another item to tick off my to-do list, even though that made me feel like my brain was leaking out of every available socket. This time of year is extra busy for portrait photographers as Christmas card season approaches, and Anthony was gone this weekend, and we had made a few commitments awhile ago that I was going to keep, leaking brains or no. I have decided that if migraines are going to be so severe and last this long I should start naming them like they do with hurricanes or tropical storms.After ten days eye-searing, vomit-inducing pain, I thought that maybe I was pushing myself too hard so I spent yesterday in bed (er, rather, the couch) doing absolutely nothing. I didn’t so much as get up to feed the cats or help my daughter use the bathroom. Anthony took care of everything for me . It helped yesterday, so I hope it sticks. I only have so many brains left.
– Because the universe super loves me, we still have been struggling with debilitating computer problems and our washing machine also seems irreparably broken. Wooo!
– I super love October and not just because I’m expressing my stereotypical white girl genes–my birthday is on the 16th! Usually I hail each October with unbridled excitement but the government shutdown yesterday coincided depressingly with my favorite National Park, Yosemite’s, 123rd anniversary. Ever since Isobel’s last trip to Yosemite with Auntie T, my sister, and Anthony, she has talked of nothing else but going back and seeing the Yosemite squirrels. We were going to go again, just the three of us, for my birthday.
– Like I mentioned, Anthony was gone last weekend participating in the Tough Mudder race in Tahoe. They left a day before the race to acclimate to the elevation and left the day after to make the four hour drive home. Isobel and I had a fabulous girl’s weekend, as we called it, and we spent our time making crafts, decorating for fall, catching fairies and not wearing pants. It was glorious.
– Anthony and his team, Zombies & Bacon, finished the race, which was deemed by those I talked to to be the toughest thing they had ever done. Anthony nearly developed hypothermia as they ran the race early in the day and it was very, very cold in Tahoe. Probably too cold to be submerged in a tub of ice water several times, but that’s why they call it the Tough Mudder, I guess. The day after the race Anthony and I ran into another couple who had run the race at a sushi restaurant (we didn’t know them but we recognized them by their TM t-shirts) and one of them said that he would never do anything like it again. But Anthony and his friends are eager to run it again in a town much closer to home in April, just after the baby’s due. I am so proud of him for finishing and I can’t stop grinning when I see photos of him, face streaked with mud while he was running the race, or afterwards, exhausted but happy while celebrating with friends. Isobel kept insisting he bring her back a medal because he’s brought her previous medals from races he’s run but the Tough Mudder didn’t offer completion medals. Instead he brought her back a headband, which she proudly wore all Sunday.
– My body decided last weekend to turn into a full-fledged pregnant lady by not only developing a true belly, but by choosing that exact moment to start my extreme nesting purge and redecoration extravaganza. I really can’t help it and each moment I’m not held back by the migraine I’m compulsively thinking of ways to redecorate or things to reorganize. Welcome to my crazy.
Follow Friday: Home of the Sea Wolf. Photos from the seaside, tweets from the week.
Little Big Links for Fall. DIY Costumes, Thrifted Decorations, Autumnal Recipes, Crafts, and Activities.
Snapshot 9.25.13. I complain a lot about a community church sale. Huh.
Little Big Kitchen: Greek Food Festival. Can’t talk now. Eating.
Thrifted Maternity Closet: Week 13. Comfy jeans, you know what I mean.
Scrapbook: Home Life. Ten photos from home.
Image: Life Cycle of a Leaf. Nature is so perfect and beautiful.
33 Of The Most Hilariously Terrible First Sentences in Literature History. I love these with the passion of a small dog that loves to hump a larger stuffed animal. Via @Bluestalking
Physics Professor Dyes Bacteria to Create Trippy, Psyschedelic Photographs. Who knew bacteria could be so beautiful?
27 Badass Ladies Who Secured Your Right To Vote. The two photos that really got me: The woman protesting with the baby in the carriage next to her, and the women holding the sign, “I wish Ma could vote.” We stand on their shoulders.
Want Smart Kids? Talk and listen to them. I’ve worked with kids a long time, first as a longtime babysitter and again as a children’s librarian. I’ve taken classes and read books and learned from seminars, so it’s incredibly gratifying for me to see that the best start we can give our kids is easy, basic, and available to parents of every socioeconomic level: listen to your kids, talk to them, and ask opened-ended questions. Via
What Blogging Means To Me Now. This dovetails perfectly with Megan’s post Don’t Be Cool. Who cares? I’m really feeling this message lately. Holly is one of the most authentic bloggers I know, and although I am not a mega-blogger or a high-profile blogger I’m really content with where I am because I’m blogging my passion. If you are having burnout issues, read these two posts. Fuck branding, blog what you love and don’t try to pigeonhole yourself. (Okay, I’m stepping down from my soapbox now.)
Art Nouveau-inspired portraits of Miyazaki’s characters. I love love love Art Nouveau and I love love love Miyazaki. Via
35 Classy Slang Terms for Naughty Bits From the Past 600 Years. Anthony and I could not stop laughing this. Our favorite slang term for penis? Credentials. (Sadly, our other favorite, “Wedding Vegetables” wasn’t on there.)
Olde Timey Cats. Because taking and sharing photos of cats predates the internet.
DIY Toddler Busy Little Bee Halloween Costume. A yellow dress + black electrical tape + pigtail antennae + fake flower bouquet = adorable.
Home Movies: Isobel Rides Again. When Isobel was quite little she used to attempt to ride Zorro. Often. Here’s video proof.
The Exploding Door Handle: A Metaphor for Life. One of my worst days ever.
Scrapbook: Just Beachy. We take Isobel to the beach for the first time. Unfortunately the water is poisonous.
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