Footprints

Have you ever tried "Googling" yourself? I do it every now and then to see where my cyber footprints are. It's always quite enlightening. I have found myself in the usual places: twitter, geneaology.com, facebook, myspace, some neighborhood things I've written, and even some old work postings.

But then I stumbled upon this piece of literature. It's my name. I did go to the March to Save Women's Lives. I am a stay-at-home mom. And it's probably something I wrote. However I don't ever remember writing it. And I don't know how it got posted on this website.

What is even freakier...and I do mean freakier...is that the picture next to my quote under "Women You Should Know" is my old boss and forever friend, Kay Buck. She is the Executive Director of the Coalition Against Slavery and Trafficking.

How coincidental is that? A little blurb I must have written at some point in my life next to a picture of my old boss. I actually find it a little unsettling. And just a teensy bit cool.

God, I Feel This

My neighbor-friend and writer highlighted another blogger today in her writings on Cafe Mom. The blog is supafine and I was perusing it this afternoon and stumbled across this lovely, eloquent post:

Nightly Routine

It is impossible, and I think you’ll agree with me, to check on them and tuck them in at 11 p.m. and not tear up a little, thinking of the yawning gap between the mother you wanted to be and the mom they ended up getting. Their faces all odd and smooth in sleep, their limbs looking even longer and coltishly akimbo, completely innocent and deserving of slo-mo big-bosomed MAMA kind of mothering, homemade pies and wide-open arms, instead of the snapping and eye-rolling one they did get, who snarls a little too easily and does not appreciate their sheer miracle-ness nearly enough while they are awake, but rather lets the million tiny guilts of a day coalesce into two fat tears each night.

Clean Up Time

What is it about a random day of fall weather that makes me want to clean out my house? It was so chilly this morning that I had to wear a little zip-up jacket and pants. I absolutely loved it!

And then I started to clean. Yes, clean. That drawer in the bathroom that had makeup in it from 2001? Cleaned out. The sticky mess of a kitchen floor? Mopped. The clothes that were too small for the boys? Packed up. The thought of cooking brownies? In the oven as I type this.

Then I made a grocery list. An actual list that involved me looking up some recipes online. Heaven forbid!! I haven't felt like cooking a meal since the springtime. I got out crock pot recipes for goodness sakes.

Finally (and I must be on crack) I started making a list of what I was going to make this Christmas. I got so excited about the thought of spray painting the balls that fall off our Bunya-Bunya tree that I almost forgot Christmas is several months away.

Who else does this? Am I the only one? Please tell me I'm not the only crazy person who is totally, head over heels in love with autumn.