Running Red Momma

Thoughts in the middle of the night: Are mean blogs more fun to read? I've noticed my "mean" ones get more comments. It would be wrong to record all of my mean thoughts, right? Sometimes my kids bore me. Does that kick me out of motherhood? Aren't blogs really quite strange in that they blend private, indulgent musings in a public medium? Although, I have one, it is this concept that makes me feel uncomfortable. Is organic food a big lie? Should the blog name be changed? "Red momma" still has the whispers of porn star or something akin to it. Maybe it should be: Red's Rambles? Forty, Four kids and Forgetful? Chitchat with Kat? Random Red? Crazy and Trying to Love it? .....uggg Was a supermajority ever a good idea? I thought it was great it ended. Yet, I still am a democrat. Does anyone read Peter Sagal? He makes me want to be a better writer. Does anything smell as good as a newborn? Maybe fresh bread. Is it so bad to sell your wedding dress? My m

I have kept a journal since I was nine-years-old. This allows me to quickly see how that my spastic nature has been with me always. I like to make resolutions, so I checked on my "post" from 1981....don't worry if you haven't been born yet. I am sure this peek in the past is full of wisdom for all generations. Hmmmm, let's see: 1981 Goals: Wash hair 3-4 times a week Keep money records Keep room clean Stop hitting brothers When I like a guy don't tell anyone Eat right Brush teeth Yeah, I was surprised by how little I need to change for this year's list. Having a newborn brings one down to the basics. Except for hitting my brothers, I think the goals still stand for now. I would add a few thoughts I have for the present. 2010 hopes: I will be present in my relationships--this includes not surfing the computer or emailing while on the phone. I want to do one push-up by the end of the year. I would like to be a listener instead of a talker. Play with my k

I got a letter today from BYU looking for donations. It asked me a set of questions which should evoke memories of my college days. Dear Mrs B. (Don't they know I have never gone by Mrs and that I hyphenate?) Do I remember? Eating in the Wilk? No, I usually gulped down sandwiches from the machine in the math building. (tuna fish no less!) Studying in the Lee? Yes, for hours. (My favorite was the loud music they played at midnight.) Praying in the Testing Center? No, maybe muttering/mumbling to myself about a super-hard test a professor created or quietly laughing because it was hopeless. Dancing in the ballroom? Nope, being that I am most uncoordinated---I feared I would always dance with just other women or continue my amazing abilities at guarding the wall during dances. Jogging around the track? Yes, in winter. Brick Oven? I think five buck pizza or Taco Bell at 1 am was more on my wallet. "Come, Come, Ye Saints" on the carillon bells? Yes, always made me laugh be

I have been out of the game for a while. I confess that having a lot of small children just keeps me out of the loop. Yet, others seem to blog, twitter and do what not with their young. Eventually, I played with the idea of shutting down my blog because I wanted to be more present with my children. My blog is not a job. However, for the moment, it still provides an outlet for me. Seven weeks ago, I had a new baby, some may want to hear the short story. It is good for me to record it. I have had a lot of drama at birth with NICU. This time, I wanted a peaceful event. I read all sorts of birthing books including several that were Hypno-birthing. I wanted to sit in blessed silence and "breathe" my baby down the canal. However, I knew I would not sit in the midst of singing/guitar playing women or keep my placenta for the freezer. I do draw the line between natural and funky. Late, the night I was due, I had my daughter paint my toenails, packed my bag and took a shower