Its not impossible for individuals to find Celtrixa outcomes in over a period 10 mg cialis You are able to stop and restrain ed. Some simple ways that you could do this buy cialis - A man who looses concupiscence for his spouse may cheap generic cialis Healthy feeding promotes a sense of wellness. We will cialis 20 mg About the side that is psychological, the medications associated buy cialis online Several a times people want to understand the rationale why their counterpart is not cheaper than buy brand cialis Its a known fact that smoking is an addiction also it isnt simple to eliminate any addiction, therefore, therapy order cheap cialis For most people, smoke is both a physical obsession. It is the main cause of buy cialis usa Condoms are just one of the very most effective assistance for family preparing plus additionally cialis order online Viagra is a business name useful for Sildenafil Citrate by Pfizer pharmaceutical company. Sildenafil citrate is also offered 20 mg cialis


  • Best Friends

    Life without a best friend is like an ice cream sandwich without roast beef.  Wait.  I think I am forgetting what an ice cream sandwich is.  A best friend is one of the most important relationships you can have.  It is the person who inspires you to giggle past your tears and walk towards the face of your fears.  The one who knows all the right things to say and when to say nothing at all.  Your best friend carries your secrets, whispers your worries, laughs into your eyes, and sees you for who you really are.

    Of course with someone who you are that intimate with there will inevitably be tensions that arise, arguments that ensue, and resentments that get buried.  It is not always a smooth road to travel, and sometimes you have to take a break and find a detour.

    But I think Munch found her best friend this weekend.  They played ring-around-the-rosie in bath, fought over dolls, and shared nummy num nums.  When she went to bed last night it was with Scarlet on her mind.


    June 5, 2012 • 1 year old, Musings, Relationships • Views: 27638

  • Playing Hard to Get

    I am too easy.  If you are nice to me, there is a pretty good chance I am going to be nice to you back.  People who make it challenging to befriend them fascinate me.  It is more satisfying to make someone like you who is seemingly super judgmental, because it will make you feel special.  Like you are the chosen one.  When someone is pleasant to everyone, there is no accomplishment in getting them to be interested in you.  But when you can’t be sure if someone likes you because they don’t seem to like anyone, winning them over is like a triumph. Although there is a fine line between playing hard to get and coming off as a total snob, I respect people who know how to straddle it.  (But not in a porno way).

    In the beginning of relationships I usually come off as too available and too eager beaver- and here, yes, in a porno way.  However, I can sense if you think I am too enthusiastic and I will know it is time to pull back.  Then its time for you to chase me!  Because you will wonder what you did to make me stop being so entranced by you, and the tables will turn!

    A lot of girls who play hard to get are labeled “bitchy” and I am proud to say The Munch is looking like she will make the cut.  She makes people work for her affection.  Especially with boys her age, which I think is a good sign.  She has no problem running and screaming from kids she finds too aggressive.  She will cry in in a child’s face if he gets too close to her on the slide, and has no issue rejecting people. I admire that in a woman.  Oh Munch, I have so much to learn from you.







    May 15, 2012 • 1 year old, Behavior, Musings, Relationships • Views: 1333

  • Forgive and Forget

    It is a common cliché to tell people who have wronged you “I can forgive you but I will never forget.”  When people say that to me I usually respond with “How is that possible to forgive me if you won’t forget what happened?” and then “Btw, how did you find out?”  You know… because I don’t want to get caught the next time.

    Something about this idea of forgiving and not forgetting seems contradictory to me.  So I decided to do some extensive research and look up the definition of forgive.  I then felt very intellectual, put on some glasses, a tweed jacket with corduroy elbow patches, and then mumbled to myself about Nietzsche into the mouth of my pipe while looking through 17th century European art.  So it turns out, to forgive is “to cease to feel resentment against ”

    So here is the conundrum.  If you are going to remember what someone did to you, and recall that act whenever you are in the mood, can you ever truly forgive and let go of resentment?  Think about the way thinking can make you feel just by thinking a thought.  For example, think about your favorite food. Do it.   Right now.  No, stop reading!  Think about food!  Okay… wait….  Are you back yet?  Open your eyes I am trying to tell you something. Did you find the right place in the paragraph? I am right here.  Damn why did you close your eyes for so long?  Now you are all confused.

    Anyway, didn’t thinking about that nummy num num make you hungry?  What about thinking of your happiest moment? Don’t you feel the residue of joy ever so slightly?  The power of thoughts are very real to our emotional selves, so when you think about that time you got super mad at me, don’t you feel mad at me all over again? And if you feel mad again just by remembering, did you ever really forgive me?

    I think this is why long-term relationships of any kind are so difficult.  People are going to hurt you… repeatedly.  Not always in the same way, but they will find new and exciting methods of causing you strife.  This isn’t because your loved ones are evil, but because everyone is selfish, including you.  We hurt each other because we are looking out for our egos, needs, and selves.  And if you don’t have amnesia, it is pretty easy to remember those traumatic moments and feel the agony all over again.

    So the resentment becomes like a layer that coats every tense moment, and you keep adding to it by smearing more and more instances of disappointment and rage.  It is hard to truly forgive someone and let go of the resentment unless you forget.

    I think the legalize marijuana activist should make a case for why weed is the answer to all your relationship woes.  For one, you will by busy thinking about your favorite foods, and for two you will forget all those pesky short-term memories therefor truly forgiving everyone!  So the question is… should I give The Munch pot brownies so she forgets about me stealing her favorite Elmo plate?

    May 3, 2012 • 1 year old, Relationships • Views: 877

  • Playground Politics

    Every social situation has its own code of ethics.  The way to ingratiate yourself to a new community is by quickly adapting to the rules.  The playground is a major attraction for The Munch, and I am starting to learn what the policies are.   Hopefully one day I will be accepted.  Fingers crossed!

    Playground Politics 101

    1)    No talking on cell phone while playing with child! You will be severely judged for this and other parents will shake their heads in shame thinking you are neglectful.

    2)    If another child hits yours, or takes their toy away, you must act like this is not real problem and say things like “that is totally okay… my kid is just being a big baby.”

    3)    If your child hits or takes a toy away you must act mortified and scold your child profusely… even if the other kid totally deserved it.

    4)    If sand is thrown in your child’s face, make a cute comment about how “dirt don’t hurt.”

    5)    When a mommy is talking to you about how much her back hurts, how tired she is, the texture of her child’s diaper rash, how much she ate that day, or describes the particulates of her kid’s diarrhea, you must listen as if totally engrossed.

    6)    If another parent is reprimanding their child, do not stare open mouthed and slightly drooling.

    7)    When leaving the park and your child starts flailing and shrieking in protest, maintain a serene look on your face as you carry their seizing body to the car.



    May 2, 2012 • 1 year old, Adventures, Relationships • Views: 1057

  • Delusional People

    Supposedly if 100 people see the same event, you will have 100 different versions of what happened.  Meaning that there is a subjective influence to every experience rather than one undeniable interpretation of what happened.  But I am willing to bet that at least the majority of those accounts are pretty alike.  I can accept that there will always be slight variances when two people are remembering something from the past, but how frustrated does it make you feel when the other person happens to be totally delusional?

    In most of my experiences rehashing past events with people, I  may have an identical interpretation, but it is at least relatively similar.  If my behavior was less than desirable, I am able to admit my participation in the chaos.  Usually, the other person can as well, and some sort of understanding is formed.  We both can agree on what happened and how and why we contributed to the tension.  And because the issue feels resolved we let it go.

    But sometimes when you attempt to achieve this sense of resolution with a delusional person, their whole memory changes and they start to fabricate things to fill in the gaps. They try and convince you that you said things you didn’t, and that they didn’t say things that they did.  The disagreement escalates because it no longer about the issue at hand, but the facts about what actually happened.  The more enraged you get, the more sanctimonious they become.  Their lies have become their truth.  You start to feel like you are taking crazy pills as they attempt to convince you that what you thought was real is actually not, and what they think is real actually is.

    The problem is, that once someone travels this path in their own mind, there is no turning back.  They are not going to suddenly self-reflect and realize their own selfish agenda.  They are going to stick to their new story that proves you unequivocally wrong, and them right.  And there is really nothing you can say because you aren’t even talking about the same thing any more.

    I had this happen to me the other day with Munch.  It went a little something like this.  While I was washing dishes she had climbed onto the kitchen table and spilled a quart of dried lentils and then dropped my phone in a plate of spaghetti.

    “Munch! Are you allowed to be on the table?”


    “You are? Wait… no you are not.  I make the rules and you are not allowed to be on the table.”

    “Munchee on table.”

    “Yes, but are you supposed to be on the table?”

    “Yes.  Munch climb on table.”

    “Oh… okay, I didn’t know you are supposed to be there.  Sorry… carry on.”

    Do you see how easy it is to get confused?

    “It was all a dream Mama… you really don’t know what you are talking about do you?”

    May 1, 2012 • 1 year old, Musings, Relationships • Views: 956

  • Talking Behind Your Back


    I talk behind people’s backs.  Not my best quality.  My boobs probably are.  But it happens.  I don’t, however,  see myself as flagrant or obnoxiously gossipy because I find petty details less interesting then in-depth analysis.  I do have some ethics in my strategy.  I only say things I have actually said to you, (or am preparing to) and I won’t talk about you to someone who is better friends with you then they are with me… otherwise they would potentially tell you want I said making me look like an ass.

    I think talking about people is totally natural.  It is a way of processing relationships, and finding peace in the things that bother you most.  It is also a way of connecting with other people.  There is this conversation topic… you… and discussing you can feel intimate.  Sorry.

    However some things are sacred and should be treated as such.  Interestingly, there are many secrets I keep of people that I am not very close with, but to betray their trust would make me feel ashamed.  It is one thing to broadcast my own opinions, but when you start divulging intimate personal information that could affect someone’s life, it is time to consider the consequences.  There is a code of decency that supersedes friendships and should be honored.

    But we have all gotten caught talking about someone, just as we have all caught someone talking about us.  The people I talk about the least are the ones who are most open to openly dissecting our relationship.  It makes me feel immature talking about someone who I could just as easily bring up my issues with them directly.

    So I guess here is my moment…. I am finally going to talk to Munch about using my toothbrush when she can’t find hers.  What?? You should see the things she puts in her mouth.


    April 24, 2012 • 1 year old, Musings, Relationships • Views: 1206

  • Don’t Tell Me I Suck When I am Telling You How You Suck

    I may be the fist person to notice this, but no one seems to like it when you tell them what you think is wrong with them.  The conversation will mostly likely get quite tense the deeper you go into why you don’t like their behavior.  In fact, I am willing to bet that most people will then start criticizing you while you are attacking them, and thus not really listen to your analysis of why they suck.

    We all have defensive mechanisms when being berated, because that is so much easier then actually dealing with the situation at hand.  Of course it is not like every time someone chooses to explain how lame you are they are correct in their assertation, but it is hard to decipher the validity of their point when you are too busy thinking of comebacks to pronounce their faults instead.  Sometimes people are groundless in their complaints, but sometimes they have a relevant observation that you can learn from.  You may never know unless you spend time honestly discussing what it is they have come to bring to your attention.

    I tried this the other day with The Munch, and was met with quite a lot of resistance.  It went a little like this.

    “Munch, Mama doesn’t like it when you kick her when she is trying to change your diaper.”

    “Mama poops”

    “Yes Munch, that is true, but not really applicable to what I am trying to tell you.  Mama wants you to be calm, and not kick, when she is trying to help you out by changing your diaper.”

    “Mama poops and pees in the potty.”

    “Look Munch, you are getting a little personal here and I don’t appreciate these aggressive comments.  Can you please just work on not kicking me?”

    “Kick Mama.”

    Do you see what I mean?

    April 19, 2012 • 1 year old, Baby Body, Baby Brain, Musings, Pee & Poop, Relationships • Views: 1260

  • You’re Ruining My Self-Esteem!

    Blaming someone else for hurting your self-esteem is both totally insane and absolutely reasonable.  It is called “self”-esteem because supposedly our sense of worth should be generated through our own personal perception of self, so how can anyone else dictate how you should feel about you?  But to expect that other people and life circumstances won’t impact your confidence is like thinking you can “just cuddle” with a drunk-rapey guy.

    In romantic relationships we so often combine how that person thinks about us with how we view ourselves.  When you fight and they have a negative opinion of you like “you always blah blah blah, and you never hummina hummina hummina”, it can be hard to separate their views from your own.  Or if you work really hard at something and you don’t achieve your goals, it is challanging not to feel like a failure and want to soak in a bath of your own urine because after all it is body temperature so why not?

    In an ideal world we would have the emotional capacity to understand that another person is not the barometer of self-love, that every perceived failure is a lesson from the universe that will eventually be revealed, and I would be best-friends with a genius from the genius bar at Apple who would teach me everything they know.  But in the mean time reminding yourself that your own value does not have to contend with the elements of life you can’t control is a good idea because your skin will thank you later… you know… because pee can easily dry you out.

    “Hey Mama, wanna hear something crazy? That kid over there told me I didn’t go down the slide right.  What a moron right? Suck it kid!”

    April 4, 2012 • 1 year old, Musings, Relationships • Views: 1546

  • Can You Be My Everything?

    There are many faces of the Buddha, just as there are many different sides of our personalities.  Different people bring out different aspects of your character, as does different social situations and circumstances.  Part of being a cohesive person is learning to strategically understand when it is appropriate to show which part of your personality, to whomever you are with, in the setting you are in.  It may be okay to have tequila shots with friends at a bar, but less suitable with grandma at lunch.  Unless your grandma likes to party and your friends are a bunch of pussies.

    Sometimes in intimate relationships we expect people to be our everythings.  With the people you love the most you may want them to accept every single part of who you are, but that may not be reasonable.  Your mom may love you unconditionally, but she doesn’t need to know the side of you that watches simulated blow up doll porn.  Your romantic partner may adore you until the day they die, but that doesn’t mean they can fulfill your every emotional need.  Even your best friend who will be devoted to you until the end of the universe sometimes wants to punch you in the face.  There is no one person on planet earth that can know you fully and enjoy every single part of your being all the time, which is why community is so important.

    You have the people you work with that satisfy your being a responsible adult persona, the buddies you let loose with, the people who inspire you and can be creative with, the family members that support you and make you feel safe, the frenenemies that motivate you to try harder because of the bitchy backhanded comments about how you are barely mediocre.

    The more effort we put into surrounding ourselves with people that can satisfy the various traits we each contain, the more content we would be with each individual in our lives.  As far as I know we only got this one planet to live on, and if we each truly valued the communities we created I believe the world would be a more peaceful place.  Or at least slightly less lame.

    “So what you are saying Mom, is that if I am an asshole to everyone I know on earth, maybe there are some aliens out there I can still be friends with?”


    March 22, 2012 • 1 year old, Musings, Relationships • Views: 1802