Happy Friday to everyone other than me, for whom Friday no longer has any discernible meaning! TGIF or whatever!
So you guys really like Tarot, hey? I thought there would be audible eye rolling, but I should have given you more credit. We are witchier than we think!
Anyway on to the good stuff. The giveaway post ended up with 106 comments, and I used my handy-dandy random number generator to pick a number between 1 – 106…
In a little over three weeks I leave for Mexico. The thought of this trip – sun! sand! time to finish a book and just sit places and forget about all this shitty shit!- has been a huge help in getting me through the past months. If you too need help to single-parent your way through a prairie winter while divorcing, I give an approaching trip to Mexico trip 4/5 stars for efficacy.
It would be 5/5, but sunburns. Sunburns and the fact that the reason I am going is to attend a wedding. Also, the last time I was in Mexico was during my honeymoon almost six years ago. So there’s that! Ha! Hahahaha!
Oh god, it’s so ironic. Alanis, where are you?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the absolute best way to feel good, is by doing good.
It’s something that’s easy to forget when you are feeling swamped and subsumed by your own problems, but I swear it works. Every time.
Think of it as choosing to give out, rather than giving up. Our culture encourages a lot of pampering during tough times, and while I am totally on board with this idea (having bought myself a new lipstick or two in the past few months) I also know from firsthand experience that I get way more from using $20 to help someone else, rather than indulging in a Haagen Dazs-fuelled pity party, or a pedicure for myself.
This was the thinking behind our Valentine’s day adventures. The timing of this whole thing really bit the big one – right after things went down I had to struggle through what felt like a series of blows to the head (and the heart) – Christmas, my birthday, New Year’s, Valentines Day. Boom, boom, boom, POW.
Last year I was really struggling with how to celebrate Easter while also maintaining my status as an evil, plastic-hating, sugar-denying shrew of a mother. This kind of malevolence doesn’t just happen, you know. It’s carefully planned and cultivated. Deprivation like this takes work, dammit.
Eventually my family saved me, and I wrote about the sustainable easter-egg tradition we came up with because I was so in love with it. It turns out you were too, and so many of you mentioned wanting to do it for your kids next Easter that I thought I would post it again as we approach April, in case you’d forgotten.