Here’s to One Year Down and New Beginnings

I find it only fitting that I should get the urge (finally) to blog on this, the anniversary of when I first signed on with WordPress.

I remember Schofie had been nagging lovingly encouraging me to start this up. The first year has had its ups and downs, for sure. All you bloggers out there know what I mean when say I had moments of elation at both my first “like” and first “comment” on an article. It’s an ego boost. A pat on the back. A “hey-I-might-not-suck-after-all” moment.  And then of course the weeks/months where I simply had nothing to write, and felt as guilty as Fido in a dog-shaming meme.

Those are all fun moments and lessons learned though, aren’t they?

I’ll leave you with that tid-bit because I don’t want to get too serious today. After all, I still have my unannounced news to, well, announce!

Drum roll please….

Meet our beautiful baby girl!

That’s right folks. I have found my way into the club that is “Mommy-blogging”, sleepless nights, and inexplicable, irrational, unconditional love. She’s not due to arrive until March 9th, but I’m halfway there, and cannot wait to hold her in my arms! In the meantime, I have started the frenzy of trying to decide which car seat to purchase, how many cloth diapers I will need (yes, that IS what we have chosen to do, much to the chagrin of many a “non-granola” mom), and something called nipple-butter. (Ew… what have I gotten myself into…?!)

So, will this blog turn into the inevitable Mommy Blog?

I have asked myself this (with admitted dread) these last few months simply because I suppose I always thought Mom Blogs were lame. They were for “those women” whose lives consisted of loneliness and canned jam. I had visions of colic and poop and dirty dishes piling up, all hidden behind a cute blog name of “” or some crap like that. The nightmare and stereotypes continued for weeks, until I realized,

I want that.

I want to be the kind of mom who lets the dishes stack up because I know that my newborn girl needs to be fed instead. I want to be the mom who isn’t afraid to blog about the explosive diaper occasionally, because, ya know, sometimes life is poopy. I want to be the mom who knows how to laugh at life’s mess and can come away with some semblance of sanity all because I adore my children, and the life my husband and I have created.

So will this blog end up a Mommy Blog this next year? I don’t know. But I know this: I’m now a Mommy. And I can’t wait to see what story I’ll get to tell.


A Brief Hiatus, and What I Want to Tell You, But Can’t.

To you, my readers, I return.

I haven’t taken this break unintentionally.

Far from it, in fact.

I have been incredibly busy performing as Adriana in Comedy of Errors for all of July, but that’s not what has been keeping me away. Busyness is (generally) an excuse. I find time for what I deem important.
Incense and Sounds is important, incredibly important to me, because I view it as an outpouring of a lifestyle. My lifestyle. A place where free spirits reign.

But I digress. The reason I have been away is because…

I have a secret.

(commence oooing and ahhhhing)

And just like my doppelgänger Lily, from How I Met Your Mother, it is very hard for me to keep a secret. Like ever. Like I wanna type everything out right now and my hand is about to gahhhhhhhh a;lksdif&*$(ksdjf;lak@#(*&c;elre!!!

You see my point? (Also, yes, I did use the word “doppelgänger”.)

There will be a time when I will divulge said “secret”, yet now is not that time. Which is like bringing a kid into a toy store and saying, “You can look, but don’t touch.”

Anticipation is half the fun though, right? 😉



Can I Give More?


“Ask yourself: ‘Can I give more?’. The answer is usually: ‘Yes’.”

 -Paul Tergat, Kenyan Professional Marathon Runner

I think I’ve fallen in love. My Jump Off the Ladder challenge of running at least 20 minutes a day, 3 days a week was hard the first week, but this week I feel amazing. Yesterday, my day was jam-packed full of work, and then I had rehearsal for a play I am in: Comedy of Errors (by Shakespeare, of course!). So early on yesterday, I knew that I wouldn’t really want to go running after all the festivities, especially with all the rain I’ve been getting this last week. Thankfully, my challenge pushed me forward, and I wrote a reminder on my wrist that I looked at throughout the day: No Excuses.

I asked Schofie to go running with me and soon we were off. I started off jogging and said, “I feel like my body could do this forever!” Soon I was eating my words. I got about three “side-aches” throughout the run, but I ran farther than I ever have before! Unfortunately I didn’t track it with my phone, but we think he and I ran about double the distance of what I ran last week, and thanks to a new neighborhood route, it wasn’t boring at all. I didn’t bring any music with, but Schofie was an excellent coach. Towards the final home stretch, he reminded me,

“Right now your heart rate is through the roof, and you are burning lots of calories, but you’re hitting that place where you feel you can’t quite go on. If you push past that point, that’s where you’re really going to see a difference!”

My “Jump Off the Ladder” Challenge, and a POLL!

A few of you may know that I am working on my

Jump Off the Ladder challenge.

I have decided that for the month of June I will challenge myself to go running for at least 20 minutes a day, three days a week. A challenge which, so far, is going alright. The greatest obstacle so far has been the weather. Naturally, since I decide I want to do a challenge that requires me to be outdoors, (I don’t have a gym membership) Murphy’s Law kicks in and it pours rain all week.  However, since I don’t like to dwell on failure, only lessons, I am deciding to see the positive in this.

This weekend, Schofie and I made HUGE headway in the “get rid of your crap” department. For me, living off of nothing but the land in a tree house or Hobbit Hole would be amazing. For him, the idea is fun, but unrealistic. He doesn’t quite understand why I need to seasonally (ok, sometimes monthly) do a massive purge and donate a ton of things. It’s cleansing to me, and with less stuff I find it a more peaceful atmosphere. I would love to jump on board the ‘minimalist’ train. For him, it’s stressful, and an emotional experience. There are memories associated with each item, and after all, we may use it in the future.

After many a discussion and frustrated tears, Schofie decided that since it made his wife happy and healthy, she could get rid of whatever she wanted. (Excluding things explicitly his i.e. clothing)

Seriously, how did I get a guy like that?! 🙂

So I went to town in our kitchen, and am throwing a massive garage sale. I’m not anywhere close to finished with my purge, but here is a start:


Seriously, who needs all this stuff?

So needless to say, I sort of have two challenges this month. I am so excited to see where this’ll take me! Also…

I’m working on a project and need your help!

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