Things, July

It happened. I forgot the chicken in the slow cooker overnight. I woke up to the smell of burnt lime, chili, and expensive organic chicken. It smells the same as regular GMO hormone and antibiotic chicken probably. Except the smell in my house costs more money.

Remember that post about how I don’t run anymore? Well this morning I went for a run. Last weekend we did an Amazing Race inspired birthday party for Kathleen and we ran all over Seattle (meaning sprinting to and from clue to car to other clue, back to car) and I was sore for 2 days after. Plus I was super out of running shape. Plus I felt like an idiot. Plus it has been so beautiful out at 5:30 in the morning that I thought it would be nice. And it was! At first it was. I headed out at 5:30 in my yoga pants, sports bra and loose t-shirt. The morning was cool, but the kind of cool that is 2 seconds from heating up to hotsie totsie. Those are my favorite kinds of mornings. I took off on a warm up jog, then did some sprinting, then got a bug in my mouth which I successfully spit out, then attempted to breath only through my nose which made me almost pass out, then gave up and went back to my usual panting like a dog, and legit swallowed a bug. I thought about throwing up but was able to stymie the gagging. There was no water fountain near me and the bug got stuck in the back of my throat. I kept imagining its little wings plastered to my insides – that didn’t help. It took a lot of swallowing to get it to a place where I could forget it was there. This whole time trotting around the park, sometimes sprinting, sometimes slowing to a walk. Ok, I lied – the bug in my throat never got to a point where I could forget it was there but I did run through it. It was my Everest.

Gabe is getting molars. His mouth is a war zone. He is so sad and miserable and can’t eat. The saddest thing I’ve heard is the daycare ladies saying he kept trying to eat mac and cheese but every time he would put it in his mouth he would start crying. They kept watching him try to eat and then cry. They said its his favorite. He was so discouraged. That was a bad day all around. Poor booger.

I’m having a hard time knowing what to do with myself in real summer. I’ve had fake summer for so many years, where I always need a jacket except for maybe 1-2 days and now because of that I have no clothing for a consistent 80+ degree season. I am totally over dressed, but also uncomfortable with anything sleeveless. Wearing a dress or skirt to work feels like too much effort, as my dresses and skirts are mostly for events and my maxi dresses are sleeveless and make me feel like I am borderline wearing a beach cover up. How does one “do” this thing called summer?

Gabe’s new words recently: Goal, Mas (more in spanish), Book, Milk, Dada (Finally, but inconsistently. Most people are still mama).


The Light Between Oceans: A Review

Since having a baby my ability to watch, read, hear things about kids has totally changed. Gabe may have saved me but he also broke me, too. That whole thing in the news right now about the guy who left his 3 year old to die in the car on a hot day? I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t even discuss it with Kamel without absolutely breaking down in tears. I can’t watch movies where there is a stressful child situation, I can barely tolerate Game of Thrones when babies are involved. It’s just something about knowing, really knowing what a newborn sounds like, feels like, how helpless they are. Seeing Gabe’s face...


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Oh man, what to say? The weekend after a three day weekend is always the shortest weekend on the planet. What a tease you were, weekend. The baby is on a wake-up-super-early-every-day kick and it is killing me. KILLING ME. I already wake up at 5am during the week in order to work out, so on the weekends I really… REALLY need at least a 6:30 or 7:00 sleep in schedule. But no. Not even with staying up past baby bedtime on Friday did we get a sleep in. Nope. So I am writing this on Sunday night and I am DRAGGING. Oh, 5 day week, how you will stomp on me and spit me out, I just know it. This weekend was errands errands errands, cleaning...


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Searching for the Happies

My grumps have not subsided. Certain things I can usually shrug off are hitting me deep and hard. For the inside myself part of the show things have been no bueno for a lot of the time. Muddle through, get through the day, try not to bite Kamel’s head off, try not to comment on such and such so as not to start an avalanche of unnecessary drama. I feel like holding yourself back in the world of the constant ability to have a public opinion deserves a round of applause. Hey everyone! I didn’t start shit! Hoooray! My ability to hold myself back doesn’t happen too often, so let it be known: This week Lauren didn’t burn the place down!...


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We had an unexpetedly full and fun weekend with a last minute Seattle Sounders game (our first!), a trip to the nicest DMV I have ever experienced, and the farmer’s market with my parents on Sunday. It was the perfect amount of adventure and getting shit done and relaxation. Somehow, though, I still managed to be easily irritated and grumpy at times. I really really hate when that happens. It is such a waste of negative malarky. Also, our neighbors on the ground floor have a giant patio and have been barbecuing every night for the past week. It makes me long for a backyard and a beautifully grilled steak. And it makes me kind of hate...


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Who the hell is she?


I am a writer living in Seattle and I believe that life is a grand adventure and only boring if you believe it to be. Plus! You don't need money to have fun.

I live with my husband, a photographer by education and a maker-of-video-games by trade, and a baby named gabe in an apartment on the hill.

I am romantic about most things and I cry... about almost anything. I tell stories to entertain you, I spread stories to keep you in the loop. I am not a grammar freak, but I do know how to spell it. I am exceedingly proud of my scrambled eggs and I really could eat an entire pan of cupcakes. If I met me, I would be my best friend. I tend to be irreverent.

If you would like to chat with me or see what else I'm up to you can follow me on Twitter (betterinrealife), on facebook, or email me at betterinrealife at gmail.