Burn Baby

I didn’t eat a lot during the day yesterday.  I had a small breakfast and lunch and nothing else that I can recall.  By the time Regan and I got home I was starving.  I had made salsa chicken in the crockpot the day before so all I had to do was make a side and heat up the chicken.  I whipped up some sweet potatoes and we sat down to dinner.

I wolfed down two and half pieces of chicken in the time it took Regan to eat one.  Okay, in my defense they were boneless, skinless chicken thighs.  Tiny.  So maybe a total of 5 ounces of meat?

Anyway, I went on about my evening and eventually made it to bed.  I noticed a teensy bit of acid reflux.  I remember experiencing it when I was pregnant.  No biggie.

I fell asleep easily, but about an hour later I was wake.  Holy hell my chest on fire!  I assumed it was heartburn, but then I had a fleeting thought.  What if it was a heart attack?  I should probably put on pants!  Then I figured there was no pain in my arm so it was likely just indigestion.

I stayed in bed for probably another 20 minutes trying to remember if I had TUMS in my cabinet.  Yes, I could have just gotten up and checked, but the truly lazy prefer to visualize their medicine cabinets before actually seeking out relief.

I finally made my way downstairs and searched through my supply of medicine.  Oh and since I had already pulled out everything, I decided to go ahead and toss out some expired meds at 1am.  So efficient!

I found a bottle of TUMS (also expired) and ate them anyway.  I made my way back to bed and before long I fell asleep.  I was awake again an hour later but I definitely noticed relief.  Unfortunately my insomnia had kicked in so I was up for a couple of hours anyway.  But at least that burning in my chest had stopped.

If this is 40, I am really not happy.  Heartburn is NO BUENO!  Now I have to stock up on TUMS and Zantac and keep them near my bed.


Do you ever experience heartburn?  What are your remedies?

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Generally speaking, I believe that I am raising a pretty good citizen. She is friendly and polite. She speaks to people, says please and thank you, and looks people in the eyes when she talks to them. She loves to help me in the kitchen and loves to help clean. She shows her appreciation for the things I do regularly- either through words or hugs and kisses for no reason.

But then, THEN, every once in a while she’ll do something selfish and narcissistic and I have to check myself and wonder where I went wrong. I have to correct her behavior, usually at a high volume of speaking.

Yesterday was a pretty busy day for us. I woke up early and had to log in a few hours of work for a project I’m working on. Then I did some cleaning and cooking and we even ran out for a few errands. By mid afternoon I was beat. As she sat on the floor watching television and building a fort, I felt my eyelids getting heavy and so I decided to indulge in a nap.

Napping is something I rarely get to enjoy. There is just too much to do during the day to engage in frivolous activities such as getting rest, but this nap was necessary. I grabbed a pillow off the couch, stretched out and fell asleep almost immediately.

I don’t know how long I had been sleeping, maybe 20 minutes or so, when I felt her tapping me on the head (and not very gently I might add).

“Momma, can I have that pillow?”

“What pillow, Regan?”

“The one you are sleeping on.”

You guys, I was livid! No she didn’t wake me up from my nap to take the pillow out from under me! How selfish is that!

My nap was ruined. I let her know how displeased I was. I reminded her that mommy never gets to take naps.  I told her that instead of taking my pillow she should have been putting a blanket over me to make sure I was comfortable.  And no, I did not give her the pillow. As a matter of fact, the tv went off after that and her fort making was put to an abrupt halt.

If momma’s not happy (and well rested) then nobody’s happy.

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Babs Turns 40

So sometime on or around August 26 a milestone occurred.  I turned 40.  Yes, yes I know I don’t look a day over 36, but it’s true.  I am 40 years old.

Ugh.  I’m not at all where I thought I was going to be at 40.  And this is really and truly probably my midlife, but whatevs.  It could totally be worse.  I am (mostly) healthy.  I have an amazing child.  I have awesome friends and family.  My life is pretty cool.  So there.

On the morning of my 40th birthday I stepped off the plane.  I landed in Rome!

That’s right, blogland, to celebrate the occasion I went to Italy with some friends.  We had a fabulous time.


We visited Rome, Florence and Venice.  We saw sights, ate pasta, drank wine and walked until I felt I had been clubbed at the ankles.


The highlight of my trip was the day tour I did to the wineries in the Chianti region.  It was absolutely gorgeous, just like in the movies.  And to taste wines right from the vineyard was truly a dream.


For my 30th birthday I did Vegas.  Italy for my 40th.  I can’t even imagine where I’ll go for my 50th!

Do you travel or do anything special on milestone birthdays?

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Hair Routine – Fall 2014

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