I love me so much


Ha, the title is a trick! But really though, we all love ourselves so much! The best coffee for ME, time to MYSELF, MY opinion, MY feelings, MY emotions, MY way or the highway, MY agenda, whatever is convenient to ME, and so on. What else did I miss? So much focus on me everywhere we look. Buy the best toys and trinkets for ME. Don’t care about other people, do what YOU want. Are we perhaps giving ourselves too much room for ME?

Of course we sometimes go through low self esteem issues where we don’t really like ourselves.

Or do we?

Could it be that we like ourselves SO MUCH that we ALLOW ourselves this pity party, and this way get MORE attention to ourselves?

Think about it. Somebody who’s always talking about going on a diet: “Oh, I’m so fat! I can’t eat that! I need to lose weight; just looking at that cupcake is making me expand! Oh stop it, you know I’m fat. No, you’re the skinny one! Ugh, this fat! No, I’ll watch you eat that cupcake. I brought my own celery sticks, thank you.”

How many “I’s” in that one-sided conversation? How much attention did that person gain from this low esteem crisis? And it can be like that for any other area or topic: kids are being brats, boss is weird, family is crazy, health issue, difficult class, so much homework, such a stressful life, and so on and on and on. Are you with me?

The Bible verse I’m writing about is found in Philippians 2:4:

Don’t look out only for your own interests, but take an interest in others, too.


Well that changes it a bit around. I probably shouldn’t drink those two coffees, but go with a friend so WE can chat and each have a coffee. Interesting.

Recently a quote came up in my feed that said something along these lines: if you’re sharing your problem to more than 3 people, you just want attention. Bam! That hit home.

But, wait! you say. Isn’t it healthy to share with people what you’re going through in your life? To get advice, or just to let it out? It’s so bad to keep it inside! I’ll get depressed! Or explode!

OF COURSE talk it out. Females particularly are (probably) wired to socialize and talk more than males, so we find comfort in speaking. Or in this social media age, in typing. 🙂 BUT. Of course there’s a but. Find a solution. Do something about it. Change something about what you’ve been doing. Maybe the attitude needs to be adjusted (that’s usually me). But don’t keep talking about it over and over and over and over again. Ask how somebody is doing? What is their life like? Dig deep. People are hurting. People are vulnerable. Instead of talking about your day, ask somebody what’s positive that’s happening in their life. Be happy with them about it. Buy them a coffee.

Ok, sometimes you DO need to do what’s best for YOU, but that’s a kind of a different topic and that’s not what I’m trying to say here. I’m trying to spend less time always looking out for my interests but to take an interest in others too. 🙂

I went to the grocery store


I had to go to Fred Meyers yesterday to finish my grocery shopping for the week. It was for five items: milk, bananas, beets, onion, and tea. That is more than one item so of course I need to write it down somewhere. I scanned my kitchen for a spare piece of paper or a sticky note. Aha! My eyes stopped on a piece of junk mail sticking out from the recycle pile. It was like a student in school waving his hand, pick me! Pick me! Perfect. There was enough white space on the envelope to write my list. Milk, bananas, beets, onion, tea. I squeezed in the last word. Should have used a smaller sized font.


E jumped out of the car and raced towards the entrance. I strapped in Baby in the baby seat of the grocery cart. She was a very wiggly one, I’d rather not take any chances of her falling halfway out. We jogged past the floral department and of course had to screech to a stop because E had to smell at least two bouquets. Grocery stores have fairly decent sized aisles, so I absolutely take advantage of that and get some exercise for E and myself. We were whizzing by the canned food aisle and this time I stopped because I saw some kidney beans. I glanced at my list: milk, bananas, beets, onion, tea. Hmm. Why didn’t I write down beans? My plan was to make a vinegret salad, which required beets, which were on the list, and also beans, which weren’t on the list. Oh well. I told E which can to take, she took it from the shelf and hurled it into the cart. A customer walking through that aisle shot me a disapproving look. Oops, must have been too loud.


“E, next time put the items into the cart gently; don’t throw, ok?”
“OK Mama!”


We arrived at the fridge section, E got the milk out, but it was too heavy to put into the cart gently. She could actually take a swing and drop it like it’s hot into the cart, but, nah, not this time. I helped her. Then we walked up the aisle where the tea was. None of the options looked appealing. I wanted something new, but not too weird, maybe a usual flavor that I like but a different brand. Yeah that’s what it was. Maybe the organic section will have some interesting teas. We had slowed down to a normal pace in the baking section and I saw flour. All of a sudden I remembered that I needed flour to make vareniki. I had had some at a party and realized the next time I’ll have some won’t be anytime soon unless I make them myself. With potatoes. I checked my list. Darn! Flour wasn’t on the list. Oops. Into the cart it went. E was looking at some stuff across the aisle and as soon as some elderly gentleman was close enough to pass, she jumped in front of his cart over to my side. I received an annoyed look.


I enjoy grocery shopping immensely. I imagined most people did too, but recently I’ve started becoming aware of the fact that not everything I enjoy other people enjoy as well. Can you imagine that? What a hoot. Anyways, I chased E to the organic section and discovered a wide array of brands and flavors of tea. It was a fun challenge to narrow down teas by flavor, then price, then brand. It’s like a game every time I go grocery shopping. Which item is the best brand or quality, how much in each pack/bundle, and bonus points if it’s on sale. A few mint tea possibilities presented themselves, but then I saw a positive energy tea. Something citrusy, and organic, on sale, and did I mention ENERGY! The baby got the tea pack. Hopefully that’ll entertain her for a few minutes while I decide on another tea pack. Nope, the cart standing still was not her idea of fun. She flailed her arms and naturally everything she had dropped to the ground. A woman maneuvered her cart past us to look at some natural medicine. E began pulling some medicinal tea from the shelves and asking if I wanted any of those. OK time to move on. I shoved the cart forward with one hand, my other arm busy holding Baby, picked up the junk mail grocery list from the floor, tossed another tea pack in, pushed E’s medicine teas back into the shelves and we were rolling. Felt like a ninja for two seconds.


The next aisle had a beautiful assortment of organic trail mix. I was comparing the nutritional benefits of two bags, E was selecting cookies, Baby was crumpling up my grocery list, and then she sauntered up. Ms. Marathon Lady. Tall, tan, in her yellow and black sports outfit. Pursed lips, as if coming to the grocery store was the most inconvenient thing that happened to her all day. Wait, we were in her way, so this was an even bigger problem. She sort of paused and grunted a sound, so I told E to move closer to me to make way for her. Her long cellulite-free legs almost jumped past us. The way she looked at me was extremely discerning. I became acutely aware of my chipped toe nail polish, stain on my leggings, and pulled back shower hair. What in the world was that? Did she just give me the judg-y look? Ugh. Whatever, I’m wearing my nice new trench coat so I’m good.


We finally made it to the bananas. E noticed the bunch I took was too green and called me out for it. But I already had a bright yellow bunch in the cart, so I used that moment to teach her a valuable life lesson about planning ahead a few days in advance once the yellow bananas are out.


Milk, bananas, beets, onion, tea. As I walked around the vegetable stands to find red beets, I noticed Marathon Lady again. You can’t miss somebody that tall, they are quite noticeable in a crowd. Maybe it was her yellow jacket? Red beets were out. Should I go to another grocery store just for red beets? Maybe make this salad another time? Be adventurous and buy yellow beets? I felt adventurous.


Fred Meyer’s has a lot of check out stands. The shortest line was the one where Marathon Lady just walked up to. Yeah, I’m not going to succumb to her opinions. I chose the check out stand right next to hers. I could feel her looking through the TicTacs and gums. I felt sorry for her. I really hope she finds her marathons and organic food satisfying, because in spite of my slightly ruffled appearance I’m absolutely delighted with my life. E wanted to put everything on the belt so I took each item out of the cart and handed it to her and she proceeded to put it on the belt. It was a meticulous process to say the least. When I was about to pay she presented a green pack of M&M’s and very softly asked “Mama, please?” My goodness this child has figured me out. I told her I’ll use her quarters if she wants to buy it. She agreed.


On the 7 minute drive home, E clutched her M&M’s pack and said “Thank you, E, for buying M&M’s”. I unloaded the trunk, took everybody out of the car, closed the garage door, and realized I lost this grocery store game.


I forgot the onion.


Ten coffees or a week of sleep?

Sometimes bad days happen. When little babies are not sleeping much at night, these bad days happen more often. I very much dislike having bad days and being cranky.

After drinking a few cups of coffee and realizing my headache wasn’t going to go away, I tried a different approach. Everything is always about perspective, is it not? I’m upset that I didn’t get much sleep, but what about everything else I do have? Like what about the people who have terrible jobs? (Yes, that escalated quickly.) They have to deal with it every day.

I did a quick google search of worst jobs in the world, and here are the top 5 that stood out as the worst:

1. Mosquito researcher – hanging out with mosquitoes all day, the bites, the buzzing, ugh!
2. Odor tester – deodorant and armpit smeller anyone?
3. Honey bucket cleaner – yeah.
4. Road kill collector – is that a cat? Or a raccoon? Oh it’s a puppy.
5. Taco Bell janitor – especially on Taco Tuesday.

All of a sudden my headache and sleep deprivation don’t seem quite so bad anymore.

Of course I also had to check up what the Bible has to say about bad days. I love how The Message translates this verse:

“On a good day, enjoy yourself; on a bad day, examine your conscience. God arranges for both kinds of days so that we won’t take anything for granted.”
‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭7:14‬ ‭MSG‬‬

Good day, welcome!

Roger Viver Trunk Show

On Saturday I stepped out of my vehicle and teetered tottered in my skinny heels over to the Roger Vivier department of Neiman Marcus.


My LBD was quite little and black, in fact, I only had one bite of breakfast and it showed! So, no more food for me while in that dress.

The table that was set up was absolutely gorgeous, and you can see here, if you just look past my markers, paints, water, water bottle, brushes, and shoes.


Roger Vivier is actually pronounced Roger Vih-vih-EH. Their shoes and handbags have the prominent buckle feature which I made sure stood out in all the fashion illustrations. Unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to take pictures of my favorite illustrations, so mental note, have my phone available to take pictures! It was busy, and also my phone just got the new software update, which meant I wasn’t used to it quite yet, and taking pictures was taking 200% longer than usual.

These 4 images (above) are taken from the Roger Vivier website.

This was a quick warm-up featuring one of the heels.



The event had food, which because of my LBD I had to politely decline. But then I was shown a tray of chocolate. Chocolate SHOES. How could I not? So I politely accepted. Not just one. Or two. But three! One of each flavor, duh! My favorite was the caramel chocolate shoe.

Two more illustrations:

Clients sipped champagne, tried on shoes, got their fashion illustrations, and the lovely event came to an end. Several hours flew by just like that!




Brazilian Cheese Bread


plus 1 egg




Princess 1 loves to help out (especially if cheese is involved).

I baked these at 375 instead, and since I didn’t have enough tapioca flour, I added rice flour. Also, I used a mixture of cheeses instead of sticking to one kind, because I’m exciting like that. This created a chewier texture, which both babies loved for sure.

After the cheese breads were propped up inside their muffin slots, Princess 1 goes “Oh look! They’re watching a movie!” And I go, “Huh? Where?” And she pointed to the side of the muffin slot where the cheese breads were facing. (Thus my picture of the computer screens inserted).

Imagination is a beautiful thing.

I Found a List of Standards



Alrighty here’s a post that I’ve been thinking about for a while. We as women (wives or sisters or moms) always try to meet certain standards. Sometimes we look at incorrect sources, or go nuts trying to meet unrealistic standards, or have none at all. I realized there’s one in the Bible. So when I get optimistic, I will look at Proverbs chapter 31 and dream of reaching those. Have you read that recently? It’s a difficult list! I’m not sure how organized, efficient, productive and smart you have to be to pull it all off! I reworded them to fit this day and age for clarification purposes.

10 [b]A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies.

Who can find a woman with a good personality? She is worth way more than a Ferrari Pininfarina Sergio.

11 Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.

Her husband trusts her completely.
12 She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.

Her whole life she creates a positive atmosphere.
13 She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands.

She chooses healthy, nutritious foods and prepares meals enthusiastically.
14 She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar.

She’s creative in her coupling and ordering great deals from Amazon Prime.
15 She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants.

She’s a morning bird, makes coffee for her husband and prepares him lunch while he’s waking up. Also has some quality time to herself, or preps meals for the day.
16 She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.

She has an incredible investment portfolio, with her paycheck she opens her own company.
17 She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.

She’s not a lazy bum, always working productively.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night.

She’s clever, she sees what people buy and don’t buy. Her customer service feedback allows her to adjust as necessary. Solar panels keep her house heated.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers.

With one hand she vacuums and with the other she dusts. 
20 She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.

She donates her clothes to Goodwill and Salvation Army and helps out homeless people.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet.

She’s not scared of the power going out or freezing, because she’s prepped with everything necessary to survive: pantry is stocked, candles and flashlights – check, sweaters and hats- check.
22 She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple.

She quilts her own blankets, and is dressed in Valentino and Burberry.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.

Her husband has  1M Twitter followers and is on the city counsel. 
24 She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes.

Her crafts are sold on Etsy and she sends her clients thank-you gifts.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.

She’s always honest and emotionally strong, she looks forward to the future.
26 She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

She gives good advice, and her constructive criticism is helpful.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.

She manages the household finances and doesn’t watch soap operas.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:

Her kids and husband call her “supermom”. 
29 “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.”

“Lots of women do good things, but you go above and beyond.”
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

Being glamorous and beautiful means a lot of makeup and plastic surgery, but it’s better to admire a woman who respects the Lord.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.

Give her a shoutout for all the things she’s done.



First blog post about my lunch

FullSizeRenderThis is my very first post. OMG. Seriously it’s like my 4th attempt at having a consistent blog where I write stuff. Who wants to bet how long this one will last?

Anyway, the prompt for this first post suggested telling readers why I’m starting this blog and its purpose. (Shoot, is there supposed to be an apostrophe there?) Well, two reasons.

1. Trying to break a record for how many times a person can begin a blog.

2. Work on my grammar because obviously the less I write the less grammatically correct everything is. Like that apostrophe problem above. But hey, at least I spelled grammar correctly! I will forever spell grammar correctly because in 7th grade I had a principal ask me to spell that word and I spelled it g-r-a-m-m-e-r confidently, even after he asked me “Are you suuuuuure?” several times. Duh, why would he even ask that if it was correct? (was, or were? Argh!!)

3. Apparently there’s a third reason. I need to get some of the craziness associated with being a stay at home mom of 2 princesses out!

So there you have it. The picture is one that I took on my iPhone. It was my lunch. My Princess 1 was feeling sick, I was feeling probably worse than she was (because 2nd day of guess what), and my Princess 2 was attached to my hip, so I absolutely deserved a Haagen Dazs ice-cream. To tell you the truth, I actually had 2. I HAD TO! SERIOUSLY! I had given one to Princess 1 (because she’s sick, and when people are sick you give them whatever they want of course) but apparently she felt so sick she only ate a bite. And throwing away Haagen Dazs ice-cream is a sin. They were two different flavors, so it was like an appetizer and an entree.

By the way, I’m absolutely terrible at conclusions. I have no clue how to end a conversation, or a blog post, or that last paragraph when I used to write papers in school, or anything like that.

Ok, well, it was nice talking to you! Isn’t that awkward?

So, thanks for stopping by, come again! Nope.

OMG I gotta go, bye! Maybe.

This concludes the sentences I’ve been writing above. I introduced myself, explained the purpose of this blog, and shared some personal details about my healthy lunch choices. Ew, no way.

Bye! Too abrupt.

I give up.