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Come join me as I walk thru bariatric surgery. Thanks for dropping by Rolling up my sleeve! Take a look around and grab the RSS feed. See you around! Adventures of Jeff and Jenn. Monday was the official start of week 12 post surgery. As of this morning, I am down 30 lbs since my surgery. Including the 20 lbs I lost before surgery, I am now down 50 lbs.
CFO of Household, Entertainment Director, Horrible Housekeeper - Burning Dinner Since 2011. Thursday, August 6, 2015. My Experience Breastfeeding Through Pain. Its Breastfeeding Awareness Week and I thought it was a good time share my story of how breastfeeding almost didnt work for my son and I at all. For something so natural, it was nearly impossible, yet we got through it somehow. Wednesday, August 5, 2015.
Monday, April 12, 2010. Catching up on Vitamin D. Sunday, April 11, 2010. Another one from the great Mr. All great change in America begins at the dinner table. Friday, April 9, 2010. If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands? Mommy on the Right. Wednesday, April 7, 2010.
Saturday, October 15, 2016. Last week I talked about how summer was very difficult for me. I really hoped that after that kind of season, the Universe would give me a pass and help us glide effortlessly right back into the school routine. However, that was not the case. Marie became very sick over Labor Day weekend. A scary rash started in her face and then covered her entire body which we originally thought was an allergic reaction to red food dye. I wanted to dissolve into my .
What day is it? View my complete profile. Mommy on the Verge Says Goodbye. Oh, This Should Be Good. Hot House Momma and Summer TV. Fatty Dads and Skinny Mom Sitcoms. Why you crying Mama? There Once Was a Girl. This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from mmcphail1. Make your own badge here. Monday, June 19, 2006. Mommy on the Verge Says Goodbye. I did it, here.
Jeg har så meget i mig! Tankerne vælter rundt i mit hoved mens jeg tramper i pedalerne. Efterårssolen står lavt lige imod mig, brænder gennem pupillerne helt ind i baghovedet. Tankerne presser sig på, men vil ikke ud. Hvor er min muse, min inspiration? En gang imellem føler jeg inspirationen i glimt. Men pludselig er den væk igen. Jeg møder et menneske, der som en katalysator inspirerer mig til det utrolige.