Running Red Momma

As much as I love the summer--which I do. I have forgotten the spectacular joy of fall. It has a sense of abundance and reflection that makes me grateful. The light is less piercing, the heat calms down and the nights are cool. The southwest still maintains temperatures in the mid 80's. So, I get the best of all worlds. One bonus from fall is the delightful colors. The sky is bright blue instead of a faded too hot. The grass is recovering from the summer and looks good again. My favorite set of colors is the produce. Right now you can eat corn, peaches, tomatoes, black berries, blue berries and green beans. We have had corn chowder, blue berry muffins, peach cobbler, tomato salad and so on. I have a challenge to anyone who reads this to try a little organic this fall. There are 12 foods that are of most benefit to buy organic. They are: peaches apples bell peppers celery nectarines strawberries cherries kale lettuce imported grapes carrots pears I know organic is more exp...

Older gentleman at swings, "I'm getting my colonoscopy next week." Daughter, "Is medicare paying for it?" "I don't know, I'm just trying to get everyone off my ass," he sincerely said. I waited for the wink, the guffaw. Finally, I wanted to shout over the din of playground noise, "so to speak, har har." Really, if you swear all the time you miss opportunities for great fun.

Couples have personalities like people. I think our "couple personality" would be sarcastic with a touch of mean. I try to be nice, but I am always fighting the snarky inside. My favorite tv shows offer a blend of everything that is important in my life: broadway, pop-culture and mean people. I confess to loving a good snide comment. Ugly Betty and Glee contain all of these snaps of fun. Glee leans more to broadway whereas Ugly gets more into pop culture. Both of them channel the stingers. I left some previews that sort of capture a sense of the fluffy candy I like. Fall held/holds the promise of gleeful fun. My husband and I were so excited for the celebration to begin. We felt let down. Glee wasn't fun. Instead, it was more sex/relationships than I wanted. It is only a first episode I hope they can rebalance. The gold-digger song was perfect--look for it on you- tube. It could be such a place for musical joy and over-the-top characters. My ideal order is a show w...

There are tales out there of spacey pregnant women. Science even backs the notion a pregnant woman's brain loses some power. Oy! I have been losing stuff to the point of crazy. I'm ready to throw until I find everything. Step back-- it could get ugly. I really want that home where it is like an Ikea closet. You open the doors and it has labels, links and matching containers. Each time I go the Ikea or Pottery Barn site, I believe brother! My husband reminds me that baskets will not solve the world's problems. I'm not sure. For now my missing in action list is pathetic and long. It includes: book bag for the library--I love the library this is serious beautiful, green leather scriptures my husband just bought me wedding ring (this sounds bad, left low by the lotion bottle). Sadly, we really can't find it. silver pendant which was a gift from my MIL--it slipped off my neck, I'm sensing a theme a DVD I rented and never saw numerous small things like sandal...

Today was bike day at my children's school. The route to the school requires crossing one of the most accident ridden intersections in the city. Despite my concerns, I thought if I biked behind my five-year-old, we would be safe. That afternoon, when it was our turn, I told my son to start crossing. Instead of going across he started riding his bike diagonally through the six lanes of traffic. Immediately, thinking (or blindly reacting) to 45 mph traffic mindlessly driving to the interstate, I dropped my bike, with the two-year-old in the trailer. She was left on the edge of the street while I madly raced behind him. Despite my loud, hysterical screams and frantic running I couldn't seem to stop or reach him. My pregnant body could not get there fast enough. It was just like you would imagine in a movie. I had no power to change things. Time slowed, I didn't see anything except the fact my son's little body would be crushed as he came past the left turn lane. I ...