tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28356142442987898352024-02-07T17:41:27.675-08:00.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-6602807293516514222013-10-21T13:55:00.000-07:002013-10-21T13:55:13.628-07:00Where Has the Time Gone?I have to admit, I completely forgot that this blog existed.<br />
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It's amazing what a year will do, and how much one changes. Since my last post in August of 2012, I have completely transformed my life. I started running, got fit, gained a voice, and got a kick-ass new job. I finally got back to my second home, the Coliseum. The A's kicked ass this year and I reunited with some super awesome friends.<br />
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Cooper is 2.5 years old, although he has the mind of a 6 year old and the sass of a teenager. He is such a smart, joyful little man and I feel lucky every time I look at him.<br />
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I can't wait to get back to writing and sharing my bizarre life with you all again.<br />
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So, I'm starting a cuss jar. A good, old fashioned cuss jar. Every time I cuss in front of Cooper, I am going to put a dollar into the cuss jar and at the end of every month, it goes to Grandpa Joe to put into Coop's college fund. I have self control, but sometimes just forget that Cooper is a baby. Sometimes he just seems like a little buddy, and I have to remember that 1) he's my <u>child</u> 2) I need to cool it.</div>
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And now, I am enjoying the little bit of Summer that I have free. I just finished another Summer semester yesterday and have a little free time, about a month of no homework or lectures. I'd like to say that I'm going to be doing a lot during this time, but honesty, I'm probably going to sit on my ass. I have been in a lot of pain patly and haven't been feeling like doing much when I have free time. I am going to try to get a couple hikes in, a baseball game or two (GO A's!) and spend some more time with Bucko. My poor dog has been completely neglected since I found out we were breeding. Bucko has been utterly amazing and patient, and we are lucky to have such a sweet doggie.<br />
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The awesome thing about having photography be a part of my job is that I get to use my camera more and practice shooting. It's actually motivating me to shoot on my free time. I got a few shots in this weekend of my Dad's house, and I was really excited about editing them. I know they're just house shots, but I am really stoked about them. More <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/missvoss/" target="_blank">HERE</a><br />
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Alright. Time for bed. Hopefully I will dream about the Nikon D800.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-214620327581586962012-07-21T00:11:00.000-07:002012-07-21T00:11:24.688-07:00Face-lift.After ten hours at work and two in the books, I am amazed that I am up this late. I gave this blog it's much needed face-lift and have just enough energy left to put on my pajamas.<br />
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With my current Summer inter-session ending in 5 days, I am looking forward to the time I will have to write more. It's amazing how little time I have, and I wish so badly that I had more time to enjoy things I used to enjoy. I miss photo walks, editing photos (that aren't work related), reading, cross stitching and crocheting, and blogging. Hopefully I will find a way to balance it all out soon enough. I started a new job last month (which I will touch upon when I am not falling asleep. This is a big deal.) and am finally starting to catch up. Hopefully, that will mean less time in the office and more time at home doing things I love. Eventually I would like to work four days a week. We'll see how that goes.<br />
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Tomorrow we leave for Cloverdale to visit my Dad and Step-mom.<br />
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Pictures to follow!East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-11052072414011419852012-07-17T22:43:00.003-07:002012-07-17T22:46:05.710-07:00I found it! I found it!After an involuntary hiatus, I am back. When I set this blog up I had the password auto-stored in my computer and never had to sign in.<br />
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Without thinking, I accidentally cleared all of the browser history and cookies and stored passwords. Needless to say, I was no longer signed in. This creates a problem when you've never written down your username and password. After a couple months of searching for the login email address, I found it. And here I am, ready to write and share my most interesting encounters.<br />
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But first, I think this blog needs a face-lift. The dark red is a little depressing, don't you think?<br />
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It's good to be back.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-10028922793492931582011-11-08T20:03:00.001-08:002011-11-08T20:14:40.116-08:00MotivationI feel like I'm not very motivated to do anything that I used to love doing. I don't feel like doing my favorite crafts, it's too cold to exercise outdoors, I don't have any desire to edit photos...<br /><br />I'm exhausted by the end of the day and feel like sitting on my ass with a fresh bottle of wine. But that's probably because between working full time, going to school, being a mommy of an 8 month old who is crawling <strong>everywhere</strong> and being totally sleep deprived, I'm fucking frazzled. Not just frazzled, FUCKING FRAZZLED.<br /><br />On top of being fucking frazzled, I'm not a self-motivator. Especially when my plate is this full. I have to do group exercise at the gym or work out with a buddy if I'm going to work out at all. Even group exercise is not enough motivation for me these days. I love spin. I'm finally <em>allowed</em> to spin now after my foot surgery. Have I gone lately? Nope. I keep telling myself I'm going to walk Alameda beach both ways. Have I? Nope. I keep planning on buying canvas to paint, going to the antique fair to buy goods and start my online business, and making an effort to update my blog more. Nope, nope and nope.<br /><br />So? I am now looking for fellow lazy-asses. Let's motivate each other. Come on, let's go walk Alameda beach this weekend. Ready?<br /><br />I'm serious.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-91189781535812118272011-09-19T12:12:00.001-07:002011-09-19T12:45:56.338-07:00Confessions of a Picky EaterI'm a picky eater.<br /><br />I feel like there should be a support group for this syndrome.<br /><br />It's not like picky eaters choose to be picky. In fact, I'm ashamed of it. It's not easy going somewhere when someone has cooked you a meal and picking out the mushrooms you can't stomach or the raw tomatoes that your host took the time to cut up all pretty. It's either pick them out or gag in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">front</span> of the cook, risking insulting them even further. It's also not easy to go out to dinner and only have one thing on the menu sound remotely appetizing to you. I don't need all that extra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hoopla</span> on my food. I don't need a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">prosciutto</span> reduction or a shaved fennel garnish nestled in a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">wasabi</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">aioli</span> that touches my already over-seasoned main course. I love the Bay Area and the East Bay has a wonderful selection of delicious restaurants that could give a foodie wet dreams.<br /><br />But sometimes simple is good. Some of us are comfortable with simple. My Step-Mother is one of THEE very best cooks I know and everything she makes has very basic, whole ingredients. Asparagus soup. Crab salad in endive cups. Parmasean stuffed zucchini. Everything she makes has simple ingredients that I have 1) heard of 2) can pronounce.<br /><br />Recently I have even been dipping my toes into uncharted food territory, stepping outside my comfort zone to try new things. But what the hell is wrong with good-old-fashioned salt and pepper? The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">pickiness</span> started when I was a kid. My family is from the Mid-West are a meat and potatoes kinda family. Super simple meals adorn the table every night. Green beans. Mashed potatoes. Pork chops from the grill. Corn. Mac and Cheese. An occasional pizza casserole. But you get the idea.<br /><br />On top of that simple food background, I had a very scary food allergy experience a few years back. I ate a meal I used to frequently consume (a burrito from my favorite joint) and broke out in very scary NFL-regulation-football-sized hives that covered my body from head to toe. To this day, I still don't know what caused it or what sort of cross-contamination <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurred</span> when preparing my super simple burrito that landed me in the emergency room. I am severely allergic to kiwi and borderline allergic to mango and pineapple. If I ask you what is in your salad dressing or marinade, it's not personal. I'm not testing your culinary abilities and I'm sure what you've prepared is amazing. I'm just a paranoid-ass (borderline <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">OCD</span>) girl who had a few bad food experiences and would rather watch her son graduate than die of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">anaphylaxis</span>. Is that unreasonable? I don't think so. To me, it's realistic.<br /><br />So between the legit food allergy scares and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">un</span>controllable gag reflex, I am a self-admitted hot mess when it comes to food options.<br /><br />Forgive me. I assure you, I have many other fine qualities that will make up for this unfortunate quality of mine.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-17080694632270454352011-09-09T17:59:00.001-07:002011-09-09T18:07:25.510-07:00Getting Back to the Old Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLJihjifTse0JP4pTRwFO2O0I5iNtcBtipWDNrQCRAQFC_K7jgNs0f9NKoyhRUFMaR4r6fJlfz96I9wQnbMkGmuAH9NW-65X4LBXeZXVeUgk2OFzVAS3AjPFlPUFDBREyX1eRupcjFzc/s1600/shot_1315616146554.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650529610542381250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLJihjifTse0JP4pTRwFO2O0I5iNtcBtipWDNrQCRAQFC_K7jgNs0f9NKoyhRUFMaR4r6fJlfz96I9wQnbMkGmuAH9NW-65X4LBXeZXVeUgk2OFzVAS3AjPFlPUFDBREyX1eRupcjFzc/s400/shot_1315616146554.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Alas!<br /><br />The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">momentous</span> occasion has arrived. My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surgery</span> was completed this morning and I am on my was to becoming the old me. Not just physically, but mentally as well. You see, I have had a problem with my foot since before my pregnancy. As of recent, I have been unable to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">consistently</span> active. Walks along Alameda beach were out and the only exercise that didn't send waves up my pain was swimming, which I'm pretty shitty at.<br /><br />Now? All I can think about is how in 2-3 weeks, these bandages will be off and I will be active once again.<br /><br />I have started an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Etsy</span> account for my online store, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abodeable</span>. I will be selling vintage and hand crafted housewares. My first scouting mission will be October 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span> and it can't come soon enough. But for now, I will be resting so that I heal perfectly and can get back to the Old Me as soon as possible.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-75368309490277547422011-08-17T20:48:00.000-07:002011-08-17T20:57:45.913-07:00She's CraftyThe stress of being super busy all the time is winding down. I've started some crafty projects that I'll be sharing soon and of course, have 153,958 other things on my plate as well. School starts in 5 days and work isn't slowing down. Cooper is obviously still in need of the majority of my time. That leaves me little <span style="font-weight:bold;">ME</span> time... but I'm getting used to it.
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I am not able to walk as much as I used to or go to spin class at the moment, as I’m waiting to have surgery on my foot. <br /><br />It’s ridiculous to be complaining and whining about not losing weight when you eat the way I’ve been eating. Since I’ve been nursing, my body has been craving foods I’ve never cared for in my life. I constantly crave soda and cheese. <br /><br />My solution? To stop being lazy and take care of myself. Here are a few guidelines I will try to follow starting Monday:<br /><br /><strong>No fried food.</strong> That’s simple.<br /><strong>No white flours.</strong>I don’t eat much white flour, but even the occasional white flour bread makes me feel bloated. Time to switch back to whole grain and only whole grain.<br /><strong>No processed foods.</strong> In other words, if I can’t pronounce it, I’m not eating it.<br /><strong>No soda.</strong> My beloved Root Beer will have to wait for birthdays.<br /><strong>No meat.</strong> ...With the exception of fish and occasional free range chicken/turkey/pork. Red meat is no bueno and pork, although white meat, contributes to endometrial growth. <br /><strong>No dairy.</strong>I was supposed to have cut this out long ago as well. Shame on me for cheating. This means I will have to give up my morning lattes. It will save me some money too. Soy is off limits with endometriosis (it promotes excess estrogen production)<br /><br />I’m starting to step-up my water intake already. Lots and lots of water. Hopefully this will help my skin out as well.<br /><br />D-Day is August 1st. Until then, I will slowly be getting used to my new (actually <em>reclaimed</em>) eating habits. It's not a diet, it's just healthier choices. It’s time to take care of business and get healthy. I hope to start swimming next week with Tara, if I can find a bathing suit that fits these disgustingly large boobs that I’ve become stuck with (It’s pretty difficult to find a bathing suit for a G cup when you’re a size 10 in pants).<br /><br />Wish me luck. I hope to not be posting a blog like this again in 3 months. Let’s hope it sticks.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div>East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-90502115886036477302011-07-12T13:30:00.000-07:002011-07-12T14:04:15.976-07:00Finding Time to BreatheAlright. I'm overwhelmed.<br /><br />I have officially packed too many things on my plate and I'm full.<br /><br />Being a mommy, a student, working full time, having a dog, managing a garden and trying to keep the house clean is proving to be too much stuff to handle at the moment. I don't have time to exercise. I don't have time to shoot photos. I barely have time to keep up on my hygiene. I read my school lectures and for my essays while on pump-breaks at work. My toes are in need of new polish and I've been trying to find time to repaint them for over a week, only to find myself doing something else that needs to be done instead. I am sleep deprived and running on empty.<br /><br />I feel like I'll never be done with school and it's very discouraging. Taking one or two classes per semester is going to get me nowhere fast. If I could manage to work part time I could fit a few more classes in every semester... but that's pretty much impossible when you have a child, daycare expenses, are under paid and live in the super-expensive Bay Area. I'm going to keep plugging away at the super-slow pace I'm currently running at and hopefully I'll find a solution soon.<br /><br />It's important to me that Cooper knows I worked hard to get through school. It's important to me to be able to tell him that it's possible to accomplish great things, even with hurdles and barriers in the way. I never want him to ask me why I didn't finish school or why I stopped, so I'm going to continue, even if it takes me For-ev-er.<br /><br />Uuuuh.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628573164554269330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTV85sNZ7n1dI53KfZ6eHiwYDcwBkdWuiM97aF6HnVA99AfVkO1ZtqCufj2LWzU4qMe0cN0UU8EdoOUEojjiDfyRayBg-NMHs64k4z8FR6nQ7q8yhpccEzOO6C-QnxZw1C84lIUV9lMTQ/s400/im-going-crazy-this-is-what-i-look-like-every-morn1.jpg" />East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-25911584656014227112011-07-10T13:30:00.001-07:002011-07-10T13:30:57.018-07:00It's Finally Complete.<p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6ncliHsU2_UbcOkbEIosKoclQ5mTMFSdQYqay3A_WYLKbpYe6OczzHpZKuB50BfatKeJhhe4dBcdouiLSbh__jwEikbEkUV0D8lXp2vvyq1d7eLTj_tXXGcFMwt8iMmTigRsg2B6t6o/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6ncliHsU2_UbcOkbEIosKoclQ5mTMFSdQYqay3A_WYLKbpYe6OczzHpZKuB50BfatKeJhhe4dBcdouiLSbh__jwEikbEkUV0D8lXp2vvyq1d7eLTj_tXXGcFMwt8iMmTigRsg2B6t6o/s400/IMAG0032.jpg' /></a></p>But for real this time. My darling Mandy picked me up some Tibetan prayer flags and they are the icing on the cake. Now it just needs to keep growing.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2</div>East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-63519689242616142642011-06-14T16:41:00.000-07:002011-06-30T15:54:27.931-07:00TransformationsI have had some serious mommy brain (which I'm convinced is a continuation of pregnancy brain), but believe it or not I am even flightier than usual (yes, it's possible). I am a first class space cadet. But there are many things that are different these days. I've noticed many changes in myself since this journey to motherhood began. Sometimes I'm shocked when I realize something else that's changed. Motherhood agrees with me and I feel like I've improved as a person. Here's a few things that are different about me:<br /><br /><strong>Patience - </strong>When I start to get frustrated in a line or with an obnoxious person, I hear myself thinking "calm down, be patient" all the time. Little things don't frazzle me like they used to. People who used to make me want to rip my hair out don't bother me so much anymore.<br /><br /><strong>Body Temperature</strong> -<strong> </strong>I find that the AC at work doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I get hot easier at home too. I feel like I'm 5 degrees hotter at any given time.<br /><br /><strong>I'm one of those mom's that are obsessed with their child.</strong> My desk is cluttered with photos of my child and he's not even 4 months old yet. Before I know it there will be drawings and macaroni art projects stuck to the wall, that everyone else will think is hideous. I seriously think about Cooper all day at work and patiently wait for 5:00 to hit.<br /><br /><strong>More protective. </strong>I try to avoid the freeway more than I did before. I never let the baby sit in the sun (since he can't have sunscreen yet). I watch every step I take, especially when carrying the baby. I think about every decision twice now, because I'm not the only person who is affected by the things I do.<br /><br /><strong>I'm always prepared. </strong>I have everything we <em>might</em> need, in case we need it. Extra diapers, sun hat, squeaky toy... you get the picture. It's rare that I don't have a solution for a problem these days.<br /><br /><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Multi-tasker</span> extraordinaire. </strong>I have found that the easiest time to surf the web is while nursing. I have also become great at doing 2-5 things simultaneously. I can cook dinner, warm a bottle and rock the baby all at once. Edit photos while burping the baby. Pump while writing a paper for school. I amaze myself sometimes.<br /><br /><strong>I'm more assertive, less timid. </strong>My tail is no longer between my legs. I seem to stick up for myself more than before. I'm not a jerk about it, but I like to let people know when they've crossed the line.<br /><br /><strong>Calmer and at peace.</strong> I am content with myself these days. I love the person I've become. I don't stress of dumb shit anymore. The co-worker that hates me doesn't bother as much and since I've let go my anxiety over the situation, the workplace has become a much more pleasant environment. I enjoy simple things, like laying in the back yard while listening to birds or walking through the neighborhood while looking at the neighbor's gardens. Life amazes me and I love to enjoy every minute.<br /><br /><strong>I don't feel like partying as often. </strong>Don't get me wrong, I'm going to party once-in-a-while. Going out seems like a much bigger deal when you rarely do it. I refuse to be one of those moms who leave their kids with Grandma and go out twice every weekend. I haven't had a drop of alcohol since finding out I was pregnant and the baby is four months old now. I feel guilty just being at the nail salon, like I'm missing out on valuable time with the baby. I truly enjoy laying on the ground and babbling with Cooper and could do it for hours. I love being at home with my family.<br /><br /><strong>Kinder and more considerate.</strong> It's important to me to spread kindness. I try to compliment people more, to start small conversations in the line at the coffee shop, to suggest books to people at the book store, to bring someone a small gift when they least expect it. I hope little things like this and simple actions contribute to more happiness in the world.<br /><br /><strong>More ambitions</strong> - I have this strong need to work hard. School was more of a hobby before. For the first time I actually see myself graduating. It may still take me a while but I am more determined than ever to be an example to my son and most importantly, prove to myself I can do it while working full time and being a mommy.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-20978659086704264082011-06-07T17:51:00.001-07:002011-06-07T18:13:04.553-07:00A Bath for the BirdiesFor the last few weeks I've been searching high and low for items to make a bird bath with, for my bay-Friendly Garden. The coalition members are coming this Sunday and I want it to be set up and functional before they get here!
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<br />We went to Urban Ore to try to find materials to make a bird bath and ended up having a <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/urban-ore-berkeley#hrid:PltM7dPWaNpMFa1lYImB_Q">miserable experience</a>. I looked at new bird baths online, not finding one I liked for under $250.
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<br />I decided to go to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">TJ</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maxx</span>, to see if I couldn't find a really awesome bowl to use for the bath. Ladies and Gentlemen, I found exactly what I was looking for, at the low price of $7.99. It's a thick glass bowl with metal paint on the bottom:
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<br />I ordered a bird bath stand online for $19 buckaroos:
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<br />And collected some cool stones from around the neighborhood (so the birdies don't slip):
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<br />And we have ourselves a bird bath!</div>
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<br />The metal paint on the bottom reflects sun rays and keeps the water at a nice temperature for the birdies, somewhere around room temperature.
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<br />The best part? I did this all for under $30. Much better than $250, and I got exactly what I wanted.
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<br />East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-6288304942366331542011-05-30T16:28:00.000-07:002011-05-30T22:41:18.769-07:00ReliefBreastfeeding has officially become effortless. (*And the crowd cheers*) I now prefer to breastfeed over giving the baby a bottle of breast milk. Much like the baby blues, the scariest part of breastfeeding was not knowing when it would get better.<br /><br />It seems to be much more common than I thought and I've noticed that many of my large-breasted friends have this problem. I went from a large D to a G overnight. My new gargantuan breasts were cracked and bleeding around the clock, and it felt as if I was carrying around throbbing boulders.<br /><br />It took me almost 3 months and 5 lactation consultants to get comfortable with breastfeeding. It didn't hurt that long, but that's when I started feeling confident with breastfeeding. I realize now that all I really needed to do was relax. I almost gave up a hundred times. I kept telling myself, "I just have to get to two months". Once I was there, it felt easier so I stuck it out a little longer. Now my goal is to get to 6 months and with the way things are going, we will probably get the once seemingly unobtainable goal of a year.<br /><br />Now, I nurse Cooper all day and try to only give him a bottle of breast milk if we're out and about, or right before bed (he gets full fast and sleeps through the night). Since I have large breasts, I don't always feel comfortable whipping out a boob when in public, even with the feeding cover I have. It's rather difficult for me to situate and I usually end up flashing someone some titty.<br /><br />I am so happy I stuck it out. I have so much respect for nursing mothers now. It's easy to feel hopeless when it comes to breastfeeding and there is a saddening sense of guilt associated with not being a master breast feeder; both from inside and from people who don't know what you're going through and are quick to judge.<br /><br />So, bravo new mommies, bravo.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612664837815538402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVx6L0wyBKkqgcHXdukCkQPl1SfhdiqUC6tdEYO8xX4McdeCQHTjWgau_Wwp4lIDsCNWpUgOT7tmcMwb9Yl3BSqanlMjLCoQt3khlyhBfCH7TuJFe4BwOQL7bAmXdr4_fh6A6PXioYHe4/s400/meeting_BB_Cooper-4.jpg" />East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-63757357122551412732011-05-18T21:38:00.000-07:002011-05-18T22:11:39.470-07:00Unwinding the Tightly WoundMy son Cooper will be three months a few days from now and I can just now feel myself begin to chill out. I didn't realize until now how tightly wound up and frazzled I was for the first couple months after Cooper was born. I am still learning to take it easy and not get frustrated with certain things.<br /><br />A very important role model gave me the best advice, and it was simple. "Go with the flow" she said. "Don't stress about the little things because the time goes by fast". I have been repeating "go with the flow" to myself when I start to get stressed, if something doesn't go as planned, or if Cooper has a meltdown (which is rare). It's easier said than done, especially if you're as anal as I am. But I'm getting better.<br /><br />Breastfeeding has gotten easier. I was feeling so hopeless, but now I realize how proud of myself I am for sticking it out. My son has gotten the best head-start possible because I wouldn't give up. I made it work, even if I had to do it differently.<br /><br />We're sleeping again. Cooper recently started sleeping through the night, just when I thought I'd never sleep a full night again.<br /><br />It all gets easier, even when it starts to feel like you're a sucky mommy for complaining so much.<br /><br />It truly brings tears to my eyes when I think about the last three months, from the day I was induced until now. It saddens me to see how fast the time has gone. On the other hand, it brings me more joy than I could ever describe to see Cooper change and grow. I was listening to the children's radio station yesterday with Cooper and dancing with him. "What a wonderful world" came on and we slow danced while I sang along, teary eyed. At that exact moment I realized how precious life really is.<br /><br />Now I just need to focus on my health so I can be strong and active for my little bruiser. The most important thing about this condition is to relax. Stress has been a major contributor to my condition in the past and I need to do whatever I can to make my life less stressful and enjoy every second possible. I know what steps I need to take and what changes in my life need to happen.<br /><br />Life is good. Very good.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-90716299698505047792011-05-13T11:29:00.000-07:002011-05-13T11:41:49.419-07:00We're Growing!!I'm pretty enamoured with my garden. I love seeing hard work pay off. In the raised bed we have a lot going on! Below, we have cilantro, spinach, arugula, butter lettuce, Italian parsley, zucchini, basil, and jalapeno.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhVAfzXikYhyAw52pOiX9Jp0EfC5noqHU5iAbg9JgXbg_G9Z2K_q9c-Es6yf7zcmUgGwjKdbZ6855gkx8CV2aMD-6QKHnfHTjo9VstDN6OVQfWypl4VQDY4MxPCQwXhjTsLoLl5b5KZ4/s1600/5714419892_f2f676cbf6_z.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606270017250412658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhVAfzXikYhyAw52pOiX9Jp0EfC5noqHU5iAbg9JgXbg_G9Z2K_q9c-Es6yf7zcmUgGwjKdbZ6855gkx8CV2aMD-6QKHnfHTjo9VstDN6OVQfWypl4VQDY4MxPCQwXhjTsLoLl5b5KZ4/s400/5714419892_f2f676cbf6_z.jpg" /></a><br />My Bay Friendly garden is coming along as well. I am so proud of it. I have only drought-resistant plants and California natives. Below, we have Lupin, Nemesia, Monkey Flower, Heuchera, Australian tea tree and Beard Tongue. I also sprinkled California Golden Poppy seed around, we'll see if it grows. I can't wait for the plants to get bigger. Next, I'm going to dig a small trench and put in a brick border. I am so excited for my garden!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7ABbmnFFLiLaxzZFzsnCgMEMYCB6XX7xJcq0jv2mEq7kvgvIA_nhstge9SXCKYC5VGCiC-JyBv0NXoRVCaDByOSpHYg2Ie97cLUbGnqqWVS3G4VPX0649xGLcRP36v1QBJSvfucqyCg/s1600/5714419672_9d3f55e4e5_z.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606269677265955138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo7ABbmnFFLiLaxzZFzsnCgMEMYCB6XX7xJcq0jv2mEq7kvgvIA_nhstge9SXCKYC5VGCiC-JyBv0NXoRVCaDByOSpHYg2Ie97cLUbGnqqWVS3G4VPX0649xGLcRP36v1QBJSvfucqyCg/s400/5714419672_9d3f55e4e5_z.jpg" /></a> </div>East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-40425068917829861272011-05-09T11:12:00.000-07:002011-05-09T11:14:06.483-07:00Two Door Cinema ClubI heard this on Soundcheck last night. I love it!<br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18748296?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/18748296">Two Door Cinema Club - What You Know</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/lawebdecanada">CANADA</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-58554626787785343652011-05-04T21:23:00.000-07:002011-05-04T21:29:42.440-07:00Barley and Black Bean Salad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH91mveuqWZbHC92EgxFpOuXyA-1sthxSJO9dSQ5gVTMoq46_z_EWTRO-Z6Cao3aJH_p4CucI4i50DPhA_K-s_MNtBxquUpLcCOBGfUmRXCtWQnnTaAfKAK6OiaY-AsfvOSiaipmQx6no/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH91mveuqWZbHC92EgxFpOuXyA-1sthxSJO9dSQ5gVTMoq46_z_EWTRO-Z6Cao3aJH_p4CucI4i50DPhA_K-s_MNtBxquUpLcCOBGfUmRXCtWQnnTaAfKAK6OiaY-AsfvOSiaipmQx6no/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603083140638723922" /></a><br /><br />My dinner was amazing tonight and I thought I'd share it with you all. It was super easy to make.<br /><br />Tonights tasty Barley and Black Bean Salad includes:<br /><br />3 cups cooked pearl barley<br />1 cup cooled black beans<br />1/4 cup chopped cilantro<br />1/2 cup unsalted, roasted sunflower seeds<br />1/4 cup sliced almonds<br />2 chopped scallions<br />1 can Trader Joes artichoke hearts (in water), chopped<br />Sea salt to taste<br />Two cap fulls of Newman's Lite Sundried Tomato Vinaigrette (or your choice of vinaigrette)<br /><br />Damn that was good.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-8516204663129730672011-05-04T11:41:00.000-07:002011-05-04T11:51:02.353-07:00Big Jet PlaneI'm in love with this song, even if it is on a Maybelline commercial.<br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21169259?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/21169259">Angus and Julia Stone - Big Jet Plane</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user6330856">kirill dolmatov</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-61610564694761917542011-05-01T22:04:00.000-07:002011-05-01T22:25:25.842-07:00Spin Spin Sugar!I'm back!<br /><br />I went to my first spin class in over a year last week and it felt amazing to be back. I thought I would have a horrible time, like I did my very first spin class... but I did really well. I didn't hold back once and was very proud of myself when it was all done. I actually thought about not going and then coincidentally ran into my spin instructor that day. <br /><br />Now that my butt bones no longer feel bruised, I'll back in spin class tomorrow. I can wait to get rid of this flab!!East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-48011633826546175852011-05-01T17:50:00.000-07:002011-05-01T19:16:12.800-07:00How Does Your Garden Grow??One of my favorite hobbies is gardening. I love to garden. When I moved in with Jory, I left behind a 300 sq. foot garden that took many, many hours of labor to perfect. When we moved into our new home I was very pregnant and couldn't wait until I would be able to garden again.<br /><br />And now, I'm gardening again!<br /><br />I knew I wanted to build another raised plant bed again, but I didn't want to buy redwood. Redwood is rot resistant, making it perfect for plant beds, but you never know if it's old growth or not when you buy it from somewhere like Home Depot. Thankfully, I was able to find this redwood from an old deck. It was going to be thrown away and I was able to recycle it. It made me feel good to use reclaimed wood, especially if it is precious redwood.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelcIMOl2j4b0ToUOwDu7z-CZfB01iRQ2jUhl3-fu9chshdMfFz-QJIVmPqeJSCF_v3rs3DN78H6sKJhbBIx64tLVDdo2Xn8tX_THZyFSCzq8DRpPDGJ0vm9jrinjpxGIFvcHpPsHWCLE/s1600/DSC_4788.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601916110485217554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelcIMOl2j4b0ToUOwDu7z-CZfB01iRQ2jUhl3-fu9chshdMfFz-QJIVmPqeJSCF_v3rs3DN78H6sKJhbBIx64tLVDdo2Xn8tX_THZyFSCzq8DRpPDGJ0vm9jrinjpxGIFvcHpPsHWCLE/s400/DSC_4788.jpg" /></a><br />I made a design and started building.<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601915901870434850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7JKJB9ngZJtji4K-nIVqP5cdXMCHP7X9c4zJSVLjh5XtxHI94xBu1UxfTNm9mM_UwLthldbMYdz8_V3qC15ZzWOvWkrRg58aV0iBncUlJ2D8VOvXVQDMDyLXUFzSkVojU22k2xmEkWw/s400/DSC_4798.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><div>My cheerleaders:<br /><br /></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601915794572199730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA-LmEjwMzWbRVyPLsMn4I7t3g55mG73s8MbyJ65A8dhyphenhyphenUQ86XDw32Cc20jkVO53vE3UN98zGRkNUn_cQfXQd0IrZsi1vmv0G1COEhyphenhyphenj9DpKp-DdRvRPKuY5N-GCCBwJhjRa_yHnszcj4/s400/DSC_4801.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><div>Lots and lots o' dirt:<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCxEV3WTn_v9emzIIvsAR-et3VB8S-fVXjDQBJBBHTS1As42FF-g3tLLpfURABxSFUX6S-lWr3mP0E_fFcMwewjdq7O8jeWRZ-Zj-87QrdsolpGZglnvbyqFim2I_ORpsgA-nhcEjhVjM/s1600/DSC_4790.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601916012737815938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCxEV3WTn_v9emzIIvsAR-et3VB8S-fVXjDQBJBBHTS1As42FF-g3tLLpfURABxSFUX6S-lWr3mP0E_fFcMwewjdq7O8jeWRZ-Zj-87QrdsolpGZglnvbyqFim2I_ORpsgA-nhcEjhVjM/s400/DSC_4790.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div>Once the bed was complete, it needed to be placed. The corner posts protrude 6 inches from the bottom and go into the ground to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">stabilize</span> the bed. Once it was placed, I filled it with dirt.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBYwF8OoygUoBg6l-hCA_EsvIvgIsW2cHdC8ycL14foCgh1pdIknI0jtHdIuZrPKgiQCWfwnsa2p_l8q4vD0BAmDWu-5v2NTjV19SY6Y9kUn9DNNcB-565WOhWaJU1mjTVtNQ7IP3jfs/s1600/DSC_4811.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601915665036274898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBYwF8OoygUoBg6l-hCA_EsvIvgIsW2cHdC8ycL14foCgh1pdIknI0jtHdIuZrPKgiQCWfwnsa2p_l8q4vD0BAmDWu-5v2NTjV19SY6Y9kUn9DNNcB-565WOhWaJU1mjTVtNQ7IP3jfs/s400/DSC_4811.jpg" /></a><br />Oh, precious dirt:<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__Dlbm5adDhwn7MgFQzknf2TAsgjs-vo_PhFIs0IC17q_bxTENjG2GsEFTEi147ZGnQkcOMloqhDxlCtKIRx_PyMPAcjxrlEqrYpvMCsPxElE3mjZcOo7LdmDPhkeGcUmzhVnKnoax7g/s1600/DSC_4812.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601915569426736706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__Dlbm5adDhwn7MgFQzknf2TAsgjs-vo_PhFIs0IC17q_bxTENjG2GsEFTEi147ZGnQkcOMloqhDxlCtKIRx_PyMPAcjxrlEqrYpvMCsPxElE3mjZcOo7LdmDPhkeGcUmzhVnKnoax7g/s400/DSC_4812.jpg" /></a><br />My plant bed was complete. It is to be filled with organic veggies and herbs. But where would my flowers go? I would have to tear up some grass and make a flower area.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2-wB8npWQfaluC7hC8k4CJFBOaPVgB94xCLcfniFUdrspAwgFYwWAX-9MM81pGL6K7CxMw2Xpx_hXNFHYYbQXNUpkMwDikzaeFKzKHgMjR63D9JsOpB8L4ZEpVupfTZPhpVaFDBKopU/s1600/DSC_4813.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601915462387517410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2-wB8npWQfaluC7hC8k4CJFBOaPVgB94xCLcfniFUdrspAwgFYwWAX-9MM81pGL6K7CxMw2Xpx_hXNFHYYbQXNUpkMwDikzaeFKzKHgMjR63D9JsOpB8L4ZEpVupfTZPhpVaFDBKopU/s400/DSC_4813.jpg" /></a><br />I tore up the grass and filled it in with mulch, which holds moisture and in turn saves water. The first plants in the flower bed are gardenia and Australian tea tree. Eventually I will fill it in with native California plants and other perennials.</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEb4QFcazw_y06_awdwjCobaN7pin0_oQWmc_c4Uvb_B5FBvhBV3g_p96jfmJ778gJyrd0fq4hXMtUFj6rya_uQubGq10I0BlRNvgqQPTJ9_nqi3xFPngsQFgXCau4uYy_Zh3Qlc845o/s1600/DSC_4815.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601915351556815618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEb4QFcazw_y06_awdwjCobaN7pin0_oQWmc_c4Uvb_B5FBvhBV3g_p96jfmJ778gJyrd0fq4hXMtUFj6rya_uQubGq10I0BlRNvgqQPTJ9_nqi3xFPngsQFgXCau4uYy_Zh3Qlc845o/s400/DSC_4815.jpg" /></a><br />In the raised bed I am germinating arugula, broccoli, spinach and California golden poppies (which will go in the flower bed). I also have a sweet basil and jalapeno plant, which will be planted tomorrow:<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5PH1ExU2R8Zm_n1rtPlMOZU4P8cDjU_zdAILFsL3WfvS5opnawFW91JinGhEGaKqJS2haVmlWMTWcHIcuGFJM2bMabZRojA4S9vEaqSFHgurYggR3V0mTJF-J_judMuwQbe9UMNOwAM/s1600/DSC_4816.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601915258743471330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5PH1ExU2R8Zm_n1rtPlMOZU4P8cDjU_zdAILFsL3WfvS5opnawFW91JinGhEGaKqJS2haVmlWMTWcHIcuGFJM2bMabZRojA4S9vEaqSFHgurYggR3V0mTJF-J_judMuwQbe9UMNOwAM/s400/DSC_4816.jpg" /></a> To help keep my organic garden pest free, I lined the raised bed with copper tape, which <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">repels</span> snails and slugs.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3Z8b47T3H7I5iBXq2-xFnQvBQvVLBXzSpGiNGeVhJTvjusPlc4DKh0vFwhhEj-NGsHW8wTchHsCw3TV_6i2LPCvCGhd4JOGNxa_yRIrOrsDkuXfh8AjJdSGe7VqyWahzThZTDwuYQZ0/s1600/DSC_4817.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601915160012919922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN3Z8b47T3H7I5iBXq2-xFnQvBQvVLBXzSpGiNGeVhJTvjusPlc4DKh0vFwhhEj-NGsHW8wTchHsCw3TV_6i2LPCvCGhd4JOGNxa_yRIrOrsDkuXfh8AjJdSGe7VqyWahzThZTDwuYQZ0/s400/DSC_4817.jpg" /></a> And that concludes the first chapter of my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gardening</span> saga. I am hoping to complete my checklist of Bay Friendly gardening criteria and get my Bay Friendly Garden plaque from the Bay Friendly coalition. Next, I'll be looking for a bird bath. Anyone have one they're tossing???</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-83750404306468783662011-04-19T22:08:00.001-07:002011-04-19T22:22:25.061-07:00Hello PhotoI'm diving back into photography.<br /><br />If need photos snapped of your lizard or child or band or car or yourself, I'm your girl. I'm not charging, just trying to get back into shooting.<br /><br />Let me know. <br /><br />alie.voss@live.comEast Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-61911939384961961712011-04-19T21:50:00.001-07:002011-04-19T21:58:17.187-07:00Resuming A Difficult DietToday is day two of hell; no meat and no dairy. I'm back on the vegan wagon.<br /><br />I forgot how difficult it is to be vegan. I have quite a bit of vegan food in my house, but going out to dinner tonight was challenging. <br /><br />It will get easier when I get in the groove of this lifestyle. I did it before and I'll do it again. I'm aware that realistically, there will be times when I'll just have to deal with a little bit of dairy in my meal. But if I don't make a conscious effort to do this *fur-real*, I'll never take it seriously. <br /><br />I have to remember it's for my own good and it will keep me out of pain and able to take care of Cooper to the best of my ability, without doubling over in pain or having to call in sick to work because it hurts to walk.<br /><br />I think this week will be the hardest. I just have to get through this week. I have to remind myself that the last time I took on this diet, I enjoyed the food I was eating and I loved the way I felt. I loved the energy I had and I loved not being in constant pain.East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2835614244298789835.post-14361819751559245512011-04-14T20:42:00.000-07:002011-04-14T20:50:06.430-07:00In LoveI'm completely in love with my son. I know it is typical for people to say about their children, but it's true. <br /><br />I left the house for just half an hour to grab some groceries. As I was driving to the store, all I could think about was how much I love my son. I wanted to hurry up and get back to him, in case he missed me. <br /><br />Every little coo and wimper makes me smile. Even his cry is cute. When I was pregnant I used to rub my belly and imagine what Cooper looked like. I'd talk to my tummy all the time. Now, I talk and sing directly to him and I get to see him smile back. <br /><br />I'm learning patience I never knew I was possible of posessing. I'm learning how to put someone else first. I'm learning what it means to have someone completely depend on me for everything. It's amazing and I love being Cooper's mommy. I finally feel like I have a true purpose and for the first time in my life, it's clear what my role is. I love it <3East Bay Aliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08895791422078727850noreply@blogger.com0