tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58512532011-04-21T19:39:32.045-04:00And when he sees me in all and sees all in me, <br> Then I never leave him and he never leaves me. <br> And he, who in this oneness of love <br> Loves me in whatever he sees, <br> Wherever this man may live, <br> In truth, he lives in me ... <br> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;-Bhagavad Gitamargarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.comBlogger3071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-8845430773643753652008-09-08T21:04:00.002-04:002008-09-08T21:07:41.854-04:00

Hey everybody. I've decided to move my blogs over to wordpress (specifically because they offer more room, which I need for Darwin's blog).So from now on you can find me here!

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Home after five days in Seattle visiting the parents. Five days of being away from this cesspool of problems, five days of enjoying myself, five days of sharing my parenting duties with someone who really shares them (my bf, Khat), five days of being cocooned in a wonderful city surrounded by people who love me and wanted nothing more than to help in any way they could.And now I'm home and

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-9788024094489470712008-08-17T23:23:00.001-04:002008-08-17T23:23:24.937-04:00

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.A woman who listens to her needs and desires.Who meets them with tenderness and grace.Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past's influence on the present.A woman

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-38366424941443039172008-08-11T11:37:00.002-04:002008-08-11T12:07:13.587-04:00

Yesterday I was explaining to my best friend that there's a drastic difference between my perception and J's when it comes to our relationship.When everything is going along just fine, when we're in one of the good spots, I become entirely swept up in the emotions of that situation. I think that everything is perfect and that J is perfect and that we're destined to be together and that nothing

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-47074556154505108932008-08-07T08:42:00.002-04:002008-08-07T08:47:54.509-04:00

Ok, folks, I have made a decision. And it's a biggie, so prepare yourselves.For the next month I am going to actually try. Try what you ask? Everything. I'm going to eat well, exercise, communicate with my husband, work hard at my job, keep my house clean, not watch too much TV, make sure that Darwin is being constantly stimulated, etc.I expect that life will fix everything for me, that all

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-13576685360516017562008-07-26T21:52:00.005-04:002008-12-10T15:31:04.303-05:00

I haven't been writing much. I haven't been thinking much. Hell, I haven't been doing much of anything.We're going through another bad spot ... days and nights filled with tension, arguments, avoiding even the smallest physical contact. The emotions in our house are so tight right now, only relaxing when in the company of others or when trying to act normal for Darwin.This marriage was a

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-44872711125644294332008-07-07T08:23:00.000-04:002008-07-07T08:24:40.393-04:00

The goal is to live life lovingly, filled with compassion and forgiveness and acceptance. But how do you do that without letting everyone walk all over you?

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-54739410501497210312008-07-04T22:57:00.003-04:002008-07-04T23:27:29.914-04:00

Happy 4th of July, my darlings.And, as is my own little tradition, I shall now name the things I most love and admire and cherish about the US ...baseballcowboysapple pieLong live the USA, although let it also change in a million small and large ways.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-89704044048422524712008-06-26T08:47:00.003-04:002008-06-26T08:54:14.790-04:00

You all hear about the Exxon Valdez settlement?The Supreme Court decided yesterday that the settlement for Alaskan fishermen after the Exxon Valdez disaster 20 years ago will be cut by $2 billion. TWO BILLION DOLLARS!!! The S.C. decided that the settlement for the case couldn't exceed the amount of money needed to compensate for actual losses, which comes to $507 million dollars. The original

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You may have noticed that I haven't been chronicling my yoga adventure as much as everyone would like. I apologize for that.Well, folks, it's unbelievably difficult. I've been encountering about a million different roadblocks in myself and in the people around me. I am almost positive that both my husband and my best friend don't actually want me to succeed in this. Weird, right? And maybe

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-49531923486156553332008-05-28T10:58:00.003-04:002008-05-28T11:56:04.535-04:00

Well, I'm one week in to my six week yoga adventure. I am, in a word, exhausted. But that is partially my own fault, as I totally over-extended myself this past week (what with having two jobs, a baby, planning a birthday bash for my best friends, and starting this yoga thing).I didn't make it to 6 classes this week, I only actually made it to 3. And I spent a good long while beating myself up

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-47448195959320569902008-05-20T08:42:00.001-04:002008-05-20T08:42:50.869-04:00

Ok, folks, I know it's been a long time since I've written, but I've got something big to share.Starting today I am going to be doing a yoga workshop called "40 Days to Personal Revolution" at the Baptiste yoga studio. This is something I've been eying for a while, but just recently decided to actually take the plunge. I am totally nervous and freaked out, concerned with how well this is

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-49709323727564510092008-04-22T09:12:00.003-04:002008-12-10T15:31:04.684-05:00

In honor of Earth Day, I walked to work this morning. It's sheer laziness that I don't do it every day, but today was the first day I've done so since I started working here.The morning reminded me so much of summertime in California. There was dew on the grass and I could see my breath in the bright morning sunlight. I wore a light jacket because it was too cold to just go in short-sleeves,

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-63776313239345923102008-04-08T09:08:00.002-04:002008-04-08T09:31:23.230-04:00

Now, I know that there have been rumors of this for months, but when I opened up my hotmail account this morning I found that those rumors are true ...New Kids on the Block are reuniting. They're going to put out an album and go on tour and do all that real band stuff.Do you think that they're going to go for the same age bracket they appealed to before? Or are they going to try to re-interest

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-70587262404754517082008-03-13T09:57:00.003-04:002008-03-13T10:31:47.122-04:00

I am, to put it mildly, sick. Definitely on the mend, but still sick, sick, sick. Been sick since Saturday. Ready to be done now. Tired of the chapped nose from wiping it, and the sore throat from coughing. Tired of feeling like crap.But, on the kind of good side, I've been the kind of sick where I have absolutely no appetite, so I haven't been eating anything. I know, I know, that makes me

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-64872762778010466322008-03-05T11:39:00.005-05:002008-03-05T14:18:07.149-05:00

Here is my question for you today ...Why do we self-sabotage? Why do we not do the things that we know we need to, even though by doing them we will end up happier and healthier?There are two examples of this in my life: - My husband says, "You don't communicate with me. If you talked to me more then we'd have an easier time of it." Which makes me talk to him less, because I

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-15254797349054370212008-03-03T08:37:00.006-05:002008-03-05T10:00:07.590-05:00

I have a job ... did I tell you that yet? No, probably not. I'm working as an administrative assistant for a small but prestigious product development company in Somerville. The office is 1 mile from my house, right off the bike path. My hours are 8am-12pm, which means that Darwin still gets to be my priority and I've got time to work on the website. There isn't much for me to do right now,

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-21933140362664744082008-02-17T23:32:00.004-05:002008-12-10T15:31:05.648-05:00

I'm home! There were many ups and downs, but all in all it was a fabulous vacation.The High Points:- seeing Mayan pyramids- unbelievably delicious and cheap food- the warm, turquoise water of the Caribbean- swimming in a cenote ... clear cool water and tons of fish- having the opportunity to spend time alone with my husband, being able to reconnect with him- watching Darwin's joy at discovering

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-52282363892575126742008-02-07T22:07:00.000-05:002008-02-07T22:24:50.626-05:00

Well, my birthday has come and gone. A year older and not too much wiser. It was a lovely day filled with hanging out with the little one and then many friends coming over to spend the evening with me, munching on burgers and chatting. Couldn't have asked for better.Lordy, I am exhausted, folks. I'm going on vacation next week and I really, really need it. I feel like every single second of

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-91359459756987553202008-01-29T08:58:00.000-05:002008-01-29T08:59:14.915-05:00

happy birthday to youhappy birthday to youhappy birthday darling laurenhappy birthday to you

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happy birthday to mehappy birthday to mehappy birthday dear margarethappy birthday to me!

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-28414437624018774362008-01-21T09:22:00.000-05:002008-01-28T12:51:18.289-05:00

I seem to have run out of creative juice for right now. Not a big deal, I'm not beating myself up about it. I'm just going to take a little break and then come back to it.It's nice being inspired to create. It's nice having that desire there. And that is what I really wanted to bring back into my life. So, job well done, I guess!

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Yesterday, in a moment of being very open about my weaknesses (which actually doesn't happen often on a serious level), I confessed to my best friend, K, that I need help with this whole exercising thing. K paused for a moment and then said, "When you did this before, when you were all super active and lost all that weight, what inspired you then? What kept you going then? How did you do it?"

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-58414092275467818892008-01-18T12:47:00.000-05:002008-12-10T15:31:06.019-05:00

Taken with my fancy new macro lens.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-45257635692801086572008-01-18T12:46:00.000-05:002008-01-18T12:47:21.945-05:00

Nothing. I wasn't feeling it this day and, as opposed to doing what I should have done and pushing myself to do something creative, I just didn't.Boo to me.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-72098853171187274992008-01-16T16:12:00.000-05:002008-01-16T16:16:41.809-05:00

You know what the problem is? I don't want to do "exercise". I just want to live an active lifestyle. I want to go snowboarding and skating and play hockey and do yoga and go for long bike rides and run around the block and go hiking and swim across Walden Pond and walk everywhere and play soccer and go dancing and learn to fly on a trapeze and do kung-fu and tai-chi. That's what I want.But I

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-18831905237462398302008-01-15T23:53:00.000-05:002008-12-10T15:31:06.647-05:00

Two studies on a comb.I've figured out that I can't just take a picture for my art of the day. That's too easy. I have to be taking a picture consciously, with purpose. This was me experimenting with my new macro lens. Very strange. Very cool.

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margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-9515443674804951882008-01-13T23:22:00.000-05:002008-12-10T15:31:07.581-05:00

I'm finally figuring out that I just have to take my camera everywhere. Sometimes it really pays off.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-39607480783390370852008-01-13T23:17:00.000-05:002008-12-10T15:31:08.187-05:00

I like this so much I think I might have to make a more fully-fleshed version.It's a "city made of shoulds".(magazine photos, poster paint, vellum, ink)

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-59968914953098518682008-01-12T14:37:00.000-05:002008-12-10T15:31:08.336-05:00

Simple, yes. But it's something that I created, and that's what this is all about.(medium: cardboard, paper, embroidery thread)

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-11167383984329607672008-01-11T13:31:00.000-05:002008-01-11T13:33:23.648-05:00

It's fun. Just do it.FREE RICE

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-38319162579155594362008-01-10T11:21:00.001-05:002008-12-10T15:31:10.880-05:00

I made this today, inspired by some pictures I took yesterday (on a holga) ...

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-69918183648911289672008-01-09T15:08:00.001-05:002008-12-10T15:31:11.257-05:00

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-58634377511071708212008-01-09T14:53:00.001-05:002008-01-09T15:06:19.474-05:00

The Challenge:I've been futzing around a whole bunch of creative, artsy blogs on the internet in my free time these days and I'm feeling very inspired. So, on that note, I am going to try to do some sort of art/crafting (photography, collage, knitting, sewing, etc.) every single day for 30 days. Admittedly, it'll probably end up being photography most of the time, because it's the easiest and

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-10453448666312303592008-01-01T10:46:00.001-05:002008-01-01T11:38:35.408-05:00

These are not resolutions. They are simply things that I want to work on before this time next year rolls around.So here they are.1. Start and continue with a bedtime routine for Darwin ... bath-time, story/snuggle-time, and then bed, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.2. At some point really actually transition him out of our bed. As my friend Amanda said, "He's a year old, it's time to take back your life.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-3796182977055491662007-12-25T22:48:00.001-05:002007-12-25T23:19:31.984-05:00

Did anybody see the comment that anonymous wrote to my "uncle" post? I'll write it here, in case you didn't."Well, it says on your profile that you are into attachment parenting. What the hell did you think it meant??Are you a little too selfish?What did you think being a mother meant?And you only have 1 child.........."There are a couple of things that I want to say to that.First of all, fuck

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-78560586907535287022007-11-30T22:11:00.000-05:002007-11-30T22:23:23.279-05:00

I have started, yet again, to think about education's role in my life. Over the last ten years or so I've made a whole bunch of attempts at furthering my education, none of which amounted to absolutely anything. Plain and simple, I've spent my life as a fucking slacker, especially when it related to homework.But I've finally figured something out ... the concept of "I'll save it till tomorrow"

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-68129946016602044382007-11-01T22:25:00.001-04:002008-12-10T15:31:11.530-05:00

***WARNING! BITCHING AND MOANING AHEAD***I'm having one of those days where I want out. Out of my marriage, out of being a mother, out of this city and state, out of my body, out of this entire life.I know, I know, in a couple of years Darwin will be older and more independent and I'll be able to spend time on my own, but for now I'm a prisoner here. You'd think that having a husband would help

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-76085743106726388192007-10-29T00:31:00.000-04:002008-12-10T15:31:11.830-05:00

My dear Red Sox,They told me and told me that you would break my heart. But tonight you proved them wrong.Thank you for being so wonderful. Thank you for not disappointing me. Thank you for playing your hearts out, to the absolute best of your abilities, all season long. I am proud to be a member of Red Sox Nation.And to those of you who have particularly captured my heart (Mikey, Youk,

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-78878856709051207052007-10-14T13:49:00.000-04:002007-10-14T13:57:53.029-04:00

Today I am sad.I'm sad because I don't feel like I'm in control of my own life. I feel like I am too often living at the whim of others ... J, Darwin, my mom, etc. Most of the time I don't notice. Today it makes me sad.I'm sad because I'm fat. I'm not saying it to fish for compliments or reassurances, so please don't bother. I'm saying it because it's true. My son is almost a year old and I

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-78396140247992982292007-10-11T06:17:00.000-04:002007-10-11T06:22:48.133-04:00

Here it is, 6:15 in the am and I am awake. Not for the reason that I'm normally awake at this hour of the day ... no, no ... Darwin is still fast asleep. Instead this morning I am awake because it is J's first day of work. He got a job for a small construction company with the potential for serious upward mobility. It's the best thing around.But as I got up this morning to make his lunch and

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-70376553174768274702007-09-24T12:28:00.001-04:002008-12-10T15:31:12.233-05:00

Last night I spent six hours away from Darwin, the most time I've spent away from him since he was born. It was scary and overwhelming, but I did it for the best reason ever ... live music.Ben Harper. Ben fucking Harper, y'all. Oh god, please excuse me while I lift my jaw off the floor and wipe the drool away.It was incredible ... spectacular ... by far the best show I've seen in a venue that

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-72402337783928012422007-09-11T11:40:00.001-04:002007-09-11T11:44:17.231-04:00

Lauren just sent me a forwarded email with this in it. I thought it was cool enough that I wanted to post it.I want to live my next life backwards.You start out dead and get that out of the way.Then you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day.You get kicked out for being too healthy; go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-53256403531541923902007-09-05T13:56:00.001-04:002007-09-05T14:00:07.658-04:00

Today I am sad. No reason, maybe simply the fact that I am somewhat bored and my little boy is teething (clingy, pissy, yelling, etc). Our new apartment is coming together, but not as fast as I would like. I just want it done. You know, like RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!!!!! I'm starving, but I have no idea what to eat, or what even sounds appealing.Ugh.And then, of course, there's that feeling like "

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-6025337457469672452007-08-14T23:19:00.000-04:002007-08-14T23:34:40.232-04:00

So here's the thing about addiction - at some point you have that moment where you all of a sudden realize that you actually have an addiction and that, most importantly of all, if you have an addiction, it means you're going to have to quit doing whatever it is you're addicted to. I'm well aware of this moment of realization, having had it several times in my life (normally related to smoking).

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-77773594469416994752007-08-12T09:18:00.001-04:002007-08-12T09:20:22.141-04:00

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-90915701037330073082007-08-01T21:56:00.000-04:002007-08-01T22:02:43.329-04:00

I'm bored. Tired. Ready to fucking move on. I don't want to spent the next three and a half weeks packing up my entire life ... again ... just so I can move ... again. At least this move is taking me back to the place I've figured out I really want to be.But, oh god, I just can't stand this waiting around bit. It drives me nuts.And packing? Is there anyone in the world who actually likes

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-89626083117322653162007-07-24T20:07:00.000-04:002008-12-10T15:31:12.783-05:00

Today I sold my car. I've had the car for a little over two years and I have loved him. His name was Sirius, named after Sirius Black (Harry Potter's godfather). He was beautiful, fast, sturdy, and safe. Unfortunately, he was also costing me an arm and a leg to keep running. So instead of spending the money on him, I bought a new car, which I will be picking up from the dealership

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-66767910637157331082007-07-19T10:04:00.000-04:002008-12-10T15:31:13.180-05:00

Ok, my loyal readers, my friends.I have been saving this up until I thought it was actually ready to be viewed. And now, at last, I'm ready to share it with you.If you click on the photo above you'll be able to see is what I've been working on with my mom, what I've been slaving away at when I'm not slaving away at this whole mothering thing.I hope you enjoy it.(you'll also be able to find it in

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I'm still feeling like I'm in limbo these days. I'm ... well ... I'm at a loss for what to do with my life.But there are some things I know for certain:- I'm hysterically happy to be moving back to Boston. Must go home ... no two ways about that.- I have A LOT of support out there. Basically everybody thinks that whatever I decide to do is the right thing. Obviously there are people pushing

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Contextually, you know?And for those of you who don't, that's the hubby ... and that's my shadow. It's all just too fucking poetic.

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when she learned that shedidn't have to plug intosomeone or somethinglike a toaster in the wallwhen she learned that shewas a windmill and had onlyto raise her armsto catch the universal whisperand turn turn turnshe movedoh how she movedand her dance was a marvel.-Carol Lynn Pearson

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I've spent a lot of time recently thinking about the person I have become.For almost half my life now the main emphasis in it has been the relationship I'm in. For the past 7 years that's been infinitely more true. Somehow I have grown into the belief that I am defined by my relationships with other people (or just one other person). I'm not saying that this is necessarily a bad thing. It's

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-54766160421987570352007-07-03T08:28:00.000-04:002007-07-03T09:26:20.895-04:00

Inspired by Lauren, I want to share my current food obsessions.1. Nectarines. I actually always have this obsession, and they're not even really in season yet, but this year I have already been consuming them in massive quantities. By the time they're actually in season I might be sick of them.2. Soysage. Oh my god, the most delicious meat replacer on the face of the fucking planet. No joke

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I am so excited to be going home. The next two months will both fly and drag by. We went down to Boston for the weekend to look for apartments, and ended up deciding to live in an apartment that some friends of ours own. It's on the second floor of their house (they live on the first) and it's absolutely gorgeous. Lots of windows, a GIANT back porch, a dining room, etc. Tons and tons of

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This is really hard. Even with the decision made, people already told, and me feeling so wonderful about it, it's hard. I feel like I'm giving up, like I didn't try hard enough, that this beautiful state let me down. I feel like how can anything really be better if all I'm doing is changing location again. Ack. It's tough.So now it's time to make a list of the benefits of each

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A decision has been made... we're moving back to Boston. We hate to leave this beautiful state, but really it's only the state that's keeping us here. We have no friends, no family, no support system, just the fact that it's Vermont. And that, unfortunately, turns out to not be enough.It will be hard to leave, hard to go back and admit defeat. But we will be surrounded by our support network

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-82137803571297702002007-06-06T20:21:00.001-04:002007-06-06T20:21:56.917-04:00

Sorry, folks, but I had to remove that last post. I didn't want it floating around in cyberspace. And honestly, it's in my head enough these days, the last thing I need is a reminder of it on the blog.XOXOXO

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I moved here a little less than a year ago and haven't made any real friends. I'm looking for people who I can actually hang out with, get along with, who will ease this loneliness I've got going on and make Burlington a place I'm really interested in living.About me:I'm 28 with a 6 month-old son. Right now I'm a work-at-home mom, but most of the time I'm just hanging out with the little boy.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-83755371602102826792007-05-18T21:11:00.000-04:002007-05-18T21:23:40.862-04:00

I am astoundingly, heart-breakingly lonely.The idea of moving here scared me but I convinced myself it wouldn't be difficult. Make new friends? No problem ... I've always been so good at it before. But now I realize that I've never actually had to before, my friends just always came built in through boyfriends or school or work or whatever. And as it turns out, all my friendliness, my

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-41136196497314773112007-02-27T12:12:00.000-05:002007-02-27T12:19:28.360-05:00

I haven't been writing much recently. I just haven't had time, I'll be honest. Little Mr. Darwin is a pretty high-needs baby, so I spend most of my time catering to him. It sucks, sometimes, I'll be honest, but it's the job I signed up for. I try to do it without complaining as much as possible (except to J, of course).Life is pretty awesome here. I got a job working from home! Yay! I'm going to

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-49658650982657534932007-02-09T08:30:00.000-05:002007-02-08T18:06:20.113-05:00

One of my best friends went into labor yesterday and while talking to her, I found myself totally overcome with jealousy. See, I loved being in labor. I mean really, LOVED it. Sure, sure, it hurt, but not nearly as much as everyone told me it was going to. For the most part it felt like the worst menstrual cramps I'd ever had ... but nothing more than that. Pushing the baby's head out of my

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-55718201245799466682007-02-08T18:01:00.000-05:002007-02-08T18:05:21.294-05:00

When I became pregnant I suddenly became a lot freakier about having my own personal space. It honestly was never much of an issue before then. Sometimes, but not often. And now that there's a baby in the house I am more and more particular about having my house be MY space.But it doesn't always work.So seriously, what do you do when the number one person that you don't want around your baby

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-38299603217049109092007-02-01T17:05:00.000-05:002007-02-03T11:58:38.012-05:00

I hate being poor.I hate spending so much of my time thinking about money, which is just about my least favorite thing in the world.I hate coming to the realization that I pretty much just can't afford to be alive.I hate that I'm questioning my decision to have a baby just because of my financial situation.I hate not being able to have the things I want, no matter how small.I hate that what seems

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-55491253597051941512007-01-30T17:15:00.000-05:002007-01-30T17:17:30.537-05:00

I've been emotionally eating recently. What that means for me is that my body rejects all foods that have the potential for being good for me and really just wants chocolate. Thank god I'm not eating dairy right now because that rules out milk chocolate, which I can eat by the bucketful. But I found this awesome brand of gluten-free cookies that I can get enough of.I feel gross.I need to stop

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1170013638094600672007-01-28T14:41:00.000-05:002007-01-28T14:47:18.113-05:00

Today's my birthday. Yet another year when my birthday has been either totally uninteresting or sucked.So I'm done. No more birthdays for me. You wanna get me presents, call me to wish me a happy day ... that's fine. But until I can really spend my birthday doing EXACTLY what I want, I'm done celebrating it.Maybe when Darwin's a little bit older and birthdays are super duper important to him,

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Ummm, so, last night Sam was eliminated and now my heart is broken. Not only was he WAY easy on the eyes (yeah, did you see how well his pants fit?) but his theories on food and thus the food itself was really the most interesting out of all the contestants.Boo to them.I'll miss you, Sam. Feel free to come and cook for me anytime.

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These are GOALS.I weigh 150 pounds. That's fine, right? I mean I just had a baby. No, in fact I didn't. Today it's been two months since I had Darwin and other than the 25 pounds I lost in the first week, I've only lost five pounds. Simply not acceptable. It's not that I want to "get my body back", but I'd really like to be able to fit into some of my clothing again. That would be awesome.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1167064470238105612006-12-25T11:23:00.000-05:002006-12-25T11:34:30.270-05:00

It has been really hard trying to find a time to actually sit down and write anything. One month old and all he's doing is feeding and yelling and sleeping ... and he really does all three things best when I'm involved. So I've been spending all my time with the little one.But here it is Christmas morning and he's sleeping in a sling, strapped to my chest, and I finally have a moment to write.So

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Ok, here's my dilemma ...My darling husband will never make enough money so that I won't have to work and will be able to stay home with the baby. That's just true, which means that I need to have a job.But, I really don't want to have anybody else in charge of raising my child. I feel like there's a very specific reason I wanted to have a baby and just shipping the kid off to daycare so that I

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1164737051704308432006-11-28T12:57:00.000-05:002006-11-30T11:31:03.970-05:00

My little boy.After almost an entire week of life he gets more beautiful and amazing and awesome by the second, even when he's screaming his head off at 4am.If you want to see more pictures, I'll be posting them here.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1164470231671240742006-11-25T10:55:00.000-05:002006-11-25T10:57:11.690-05:00

WELCOME ...Darwin Edwin Stone Brown-Waters was born at 6:23pm on Wednesday November 22nd. He weighed 7lbs, 13oz, and was 21.5 inches long.He was born naturally, in a tub, with the support of my darling husband, my best friend, and the most amazing midwife and nurse combination I could have ever asked for.I can't believe I did it. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and it hurts every

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1163930422555287372006-11-19T04:55:00.000-05:002006-11-19T05:00:22.590-05:00

I'm having a really hard time with Christmas right now.See, Christmas is my favorite holiday ... 100%. I take the entire thing super seriously (spend all year thinking of the perfect present, love the shopping, the carols, the food, the smells, etc.) and for me Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. I mean really, anyone who knows me can tell you how much Christmas means to me. It's

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1163511563066340562006-11-14T08:21:00.000-05:002006-11-14T08:39:23.266-05:00

I have about 1.5 weeks left until my due date. That's days ... DAYS! Ack. On the one hand, get this baby out of me ASAP. I'd like to be able to breathe or sleep through the night without getting up to pee several times or lie down without having unbelievably bad heartburn. I'd like to be able to touch my own toes or get up from a sitting position unaided.Let me tell ya, this whole pregnancy

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1162995961663560632006-11-08T09:24:00.000-05:002006-11-08T09:26:44.790-05:00

ONLY LOVE PREVAILS(I promise I'll write more soon.)

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Name:MargaretBirthdate:1.28.79Birthplace:New Haven, CTCurrent Location:Burlington, VTEye Color:blueHair Color:whatever I want it to beHeight:5 ft. 3Piercings:6 ears, 1 nose (used to have tongue, labret, navel)Tattoos:can't get enough of 'emBoyfriend/Girlfriend:husbandOverused Phrase:honestly...FAVORITESFood:saltCandy:okNumber:138Color:blueAnimal:whale sharkDrink:waterAlcohol Drink:luke and

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We had our first snow of the season last night. Admittedly, it didn't even vaguely stick, it was just super hugely heavy balls of snow falling out of the sky. But the first snow of the year on October 20th ... I'm ecstatic.Oh, I love this time of year.

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I've been ... well ... I don't really know. I haven't really been too capable of writing recently because life has been so weird around me.First of all, I'm fantastic. I'm going through this amazing change of really being able to laugh out loud for the first time in a long time. The other day I realized that I haven't heard myself laugh in years (like honestly maybe as many as twenty of them). I

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1158757695454364182006-09-20T08:59:00.000-04:002006-09-20T09:08:15.816-04:00

Do you ever go through one of those periods where all your dreams are unbelievably vivid and easily remembered? I actually think it has something to do with sleeping less soundly, so that the dreams are existing somewhat closer to the front of your consciousness as opposed to the far recesses, which is where I normally think they are.Well, I've been going through one of these vivid dream periods

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1158163583708141512006-09-13T11:56:00.000-04:002006-09-13T12:06:23.740-04:00

Here's what I've figured out ...No matter how prepared or ready you think you are, no matter how much you know or can really intelligently theorize, no matter how smart you are ... when it comes to taking a new step in life, nobody knows shit.All I've ever wanted to do with my life is be a mother. Honestly, that's it. If you ask my mother what I wanted to be while I was growing up you'll get a

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1158052766883348142006-09-12T05:17:00.000-04:002006-09-12T05:19:26.900-04:00

My parents are coming to visit! I'm so excited that I can hardly breathe! They'll be here on the 28th to check out my new town and my giant belly and then they're leaving on the 2nd. I get to see them so infrequently that for me this is like a super huge treat ... it's the third time this year!Yay, yay, yay!!!!!

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1156510449216880672006-08-25T08:48:00.000-04:002006-08-25T08:54:09.246-04:00

Ok, so here we go. As of this Sunday, the 27th, J and I are officially citizens of a new state. We are packing everything we own (hopefully) into a UHaul truck and driving our way out of here. Amazing.I am so excited to create a new life in a new place. I have moved a motherload of times in my life so I really understand that moving doesn't ever end anything, it only creates new beginnings.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1155125153616916012006-08-09T08:04:00.000-04:002006-08-09T08:05:53.640-04:00

There is some hope for the future of humankind.

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We got an apartment!!!It wasn't either one of our first choices, but it was second for both of us. And it's cool and funky and awesome and totally us. And thank fucking god, that's one hell of a load of my back. So happy. So, so, so happy!

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1154386527804740782006-07-31T18:54:00.000-04:002006-07-31T18:56:00.493-04:00

Check out this site for some awesome pregnancy photos.maternitygalleryIt really helps to be able to see other women at the exact spot in their pregnancy where I am, so that I can reassure myself that I am totally normal and that there's a possibility that I still look beautiful.

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"When we adults think of children there is a simple truth which we ignore: childhood is not preparation for life, childhood is life. A child isn't getting ready to live, a child is living. The child is constantly confronted with the nagging question, "What are you going to be?"Courageous would be the youngster who, looking the adult squarely in the face, would say, "I'm not going to be anything;

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1153778576044611052006-07-24T17:39:00.000-04:002006-07-24T18:02:56.066-04:00

Me #1 ... I AM HYSTERICALLY EXCITED!!!!! I just got married to the man I love, after ten years of loving him. I'm having a child, which has been my number one goal in life for as long as I can remember. I'm moving to another state so I can live in a new place, something I enjoy doing. My brain is filled with hundreds of different awesome plans for how to make my life better right now and

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1153138994289087132006-07-17T08:08:00.000-04:002006-07-17T08:23:14.326-04:00

I had an absolutely spectacular weekend! I spent the weekend up in beautiful Burlington, Vermont ... soon to be the new place I call home.We went up there to check out an apartment which we hoped would be the absolute perfect spot. It turned out to be ... well ... STRANGE. It's about 6 miles outside the center of town, on 4.2 acres, with a huge kitchen and five small bedrooms. And oh yeah, it

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1152189715573690862006-07-06T08:37:00.000-04:002006-07-06T08:41:55.596-04:00

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Oh yes, folks ... it's frickin' fabulous.The wedding went off beautifully. It rained only during the ceremony and then immediately cleared up (which is exactly what I would have wanted). I was barefoot and pregnant (which is exactly what I've ALWAYS wanted). And I married my favorite person in the world (who is everything I never knew I always wanted ... except that I've known he was what I

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1150292084998306022006-06-14T09:23:00.000-04:002006-06-14T09:34:45.033-04:00

I haven't been writing much recently. Life and business and exhaustion have been getting to me and this is always the first thing to go.Getting married is a surreal experience. I'm not sure that I can even describe the sort of strange things that are going through my head all the time.For example ... we registered at Crate and Barrel. For the last several months I've been watching things

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1147883667225810332006-05-17T12:23:00.000-04:002006-05-17T12:34:27.253-04:00

What do you do when half of the important people in your life think that you're making a huge mistake but you know your decision is correct?In exactly 39 days I'm marrying J, the absolute love of my life, who I've been in love with since I was 17 years old. That's 10 years folks. I didn't see him for 3 years and those years didn't change how I felt about him one tiny iota.The friend of mine who

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1147203636828015642006-05-09T15:38:00.000-04:002006-05-09T15:40:36.843-04:00

I threw up this morning. Eleven weeks and three days and this is the first time I've actually thrown up. Blech. None of my zen breathing techniques worked and I just had to give up. For me throwing up is just about the worst thing on the face of the planet ... I do not deal well with vomit. It was a pretty bad start to the day.Just had to bitch.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1146671589375517992006-05-03T11:30:00.000-04:002006-05-03T11:57:23.796-04:00

I know, I know ... we all do it. We all take long breaks and then come back with some sort of feeble (or really, let's be honest here, not to feeble) explanation for why we've disappeared. But this break has been exceedingly hard for me.So, here goes.My Dearest A ... I am so sorry to not have told you this in person. I've been trying to find you, make time for you, drop by your house when I

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1143887939591590122006-04-01T05:36:00.000-05:002006-04-01T05:38:59.606-05:00

I am ...Extroverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving (ESFP)Besides being concrete in speech and utilitarian in reaching their goals, the Performer Artisans are informative and expressive in their social interactions. Thus, while Performers are usually extreme in their expressiveness and sociability, observably the most expressive of all the types, they are not comfortable telling others what to do,

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1142957839366591202006-03-21T11:02:00.000-05:002006-03-21T11:17:19.440-05:00

First of all, yesterday was awesome. My trainer's name is Maren and she's completely psycho but also totally supportive and understanding. Put it this way ... she'd make a fabulous drill instructor. When I showed up she already had stuff all plotted out for me, which was actually really cool. Her main focus is core, which is awesome of course, so we spent the majority of yesterday's hour

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1142915041352192152006-03-20T23:23:00.000-05:002006-03-20T23:24:01.363-05:00

One day down ... only thousands more to go.

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1142832531313473252006-03-20T00:03:00.000-05:002006-03-20T00:29:21.223-05:00

I need to write this all out so that I can keep on top of my dreams and desires and wants, even if they're just for the moment.1) At eleven o'clock in the morning tomorrow I have an appointment with a personal trainer. I just rejoined the gym two weeks ago and haven't been yet. Seeing this trainer is my opportunity to force myself back into it. She's awesome and super hard-core and she comes into

margarethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02332870520218158445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851253.post-1142230926688526652006-03-13T01:11:00.000-05:002006-03-13T01:24:02.370-05:00

This is it. Dress B is the dress that I'm going to be married in. This is the second pattern of choice. The first one was what I thought I wanted, but this is the dress. It's exactly perfect and I couldn't ask for anything better.I think I found the perfect fabric too ... although I bought all that the store had left and I'm not honestly sure it was enough. If not, I can find some perfect fabric

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