Whole Foods Delight.

It's been so long since we've "dined" at Whole Foods. Really since I was pregnant. I was the freak who craved bean sprouts and spinach while I was pregnant. Oof.

But the Green Hills Whole Foods does kind of kick butt. They have homemade gelato. I mean, I looove gelato. We lived around the corner from a fantastic gelato place in Des Moines, so we were super excited. So I had a hot indian dinner with some strawberry champagne gelato. Delish.

And I forget that their pizza is $3 a slice. They're really like 2 slices. Delish.

So I think we'll be going back again and again. Whenever we can afford it.

Oy, my finances. I'm about to sell my car. I still don't understand how Xmas has kicked my ass into February.

Well, I tried...

I TRIED to go the Country Music Hall of Fame last week. Really, I tried. Actually, not that hard but it was on our schedule for the day. We were distracted by a late lunch, and then the impending Superbowl made us want super cool Saints shirts. So we went to the Opry Mills mall for some shirts, but they were so terrible. Like terrible last minute iron-ons that look slightly askew. Hmmm...No thanks.

We did go to the...Apple Barn (?) store. Aiden loves this book about bears going to an apple orchard and they have some apple donuts with their lunch. And one day, I looked at Hubby and said I would love some apple donuts. Reading about them for a year builds quite an appetite. But I've never seen them. Surely the exist, at the Apple Barn! Yes! So we ordered three and smelled delicious apple baked goodness. They had a cute gazebo to eat at and then....They didn't taste like apples. They tasted like regular glazed donuts. FAIL.

So we went somewhere new. Not to the usual Banana Republic (which took every ounce of my husband's energy to avoid), but we went to the Apple Barn.

Nice job, Team.

open arms

Sometimes I just want to open my arms wide and take care of everyone so they can just be happy. I think that's pretty normal. I'm so happy when the people I love are happy.

But now that I'm attemptimg to make one particular person happy by opening up my home to them...omigosh. Whoa? Did I just seriously offer my home to this person while they're gonna be pregnant? Geewillikers there...That's like a big thing to do...How are we gonna make this work?

But you know what? Like I told her, we're friends. This is what friends do for one another in hard times. I'd feel so crazy special if someone helped me out in this way. And we're just trying to help during this difficult period in her life. That's the best anyone can do. It's not going to be easy, but it's not impossible. There are worse situations out there for her, and we can't turn our back on someone in need.

But frankly, I'm a little astonished at our generosity. She'll only come if she gets a job in Nashville. And my mind starts racing... Wow. A baby in the house? Maybe. Maybe she'll leave soon afterwards and go home to her family? I'm not sure. I just hope she can find the best thing for herself and the baby. And we'll help her with the crazy ride.

A down side

I've been feeling a bit down lately. Not a bit, more like a lot. And I've got the classic signs of exhaustion, weepiness, and irritability. I yearn for hubs to come home, but then I get upset at everything when he is home. No one deserves that.

I struggle taking medicine. I have a hard time taking any medicine regularly, and I always feel the backlash. It sucks. I seriously yearn for the day that I can take a shot once a month like yo can do birth control now. But then I sometimes have a hard time with that.

Maybe it's me not wanting to accept that I won't always be normal. I will have to take medicine for the rest of my life, thus yielding control to pills. These tiny little pills govern my life. My life, my husbands life and my son's life.

I don't think that's very fair.

I've come to terms that these things are beyond my control. I understand that my body has some chemistry issues and things could be a lot worse. There's always a worse scenario. But I guess I haven't come to terms with my treatment.

Maybe I haven't come to terms with the results either.

And now my kid is yelling at Joe from Blue's Clues. At least those kind of things don't come in a pill form.

An Epiphany on the Epiphany

I need to sack this load of negativity about Nashville and woman up.

I'm decided to try to find one thing new in Nashville once a week and take a picture of it. Let it be a site, store, park, painting, car, farm or whatever. Something that someone has decided is a love or jewel to them in Nashville, and I must partake in this love to try to appreciate this city.

I think this is good. Good for us. I need to put in some more effort and I'd like to find a little more beauty in my life. I need it nowadays.

I must, I must

Somehow figure out how to make McDonald's chicken nuggets at home. Seriously. The store bought chicken nuggets blow. They taste TOTALLY different! Why don't people complain enough about this so we can bring on some CHANGE. YES, WE CAN!*

*This is me under complete duress of post-holiday "I'm just gonna forget all about our to do list until after Jan 1", potty-training a 3 yr old, battling moles in my front yard and the open wound that shall not CLOSE! And the cheesecake I had the other day to solve these problems didn't work. That cheesecake needs some fine print.

My New Year's Resolution

To quench this baby fever. Seriously. It's baaaad.