
In today’s not-so-pressing issue of the day — when faced with two choices:
a) Writing notes to myself on basic, boring yellow Post-its, or…
b) Writing notes to myself on a sticky note with a picture of a pensive cat in a pink polka-dot head scarf.
Obviously, the only right choice to make here is the second one, because why bother to write things like “RE: Nausea. Remember to put trash bag in the car in case need to vomit on the way to hospital,” or “Find 24-hour diner in SF that delivers banana pancakes” if it isn’t going to look cute when you stick the note on your computer screen?
To quote ‘80s English dynamic duo Wham!, “If you’re going to do it, do it right.”

And doing it right, sticky note-style, means that I’m gonna write reminders on these adorable memo pads from Jetoy USA ($5 each).
Gardening, metaphorically speaking
About the quote on this particular note…

I don’t really have a literal garden at the moment, because my deck garden is looking pretty tow-up these days, and nothing’s growing out there other than a seemingly invincible parsley plant from last spring that absolutely refuses to die. The note is more a food-for-thought thing.
Like, if I’m feeling blue, I re-read it and try to remember that in the metaphorical garden that is my life, there’s a lot of great stuff to look at. It’s tempting sometimes to get caught up on all the weeds, but it’s the fruit, vegetables, trees and flowers in the garden that bring me joy.
Admittedly…that was weird, I know, but it works for me, especially when I’m in a crabby mood, or when I’m feeling aggro and want to pick a fight with El Hub (according to the interwebz, mood swings are pretty common in the third trimester).
This note has been front and center on my computer screen for the past two weeks, and it actually helps.
Dry brushing — otherwise known as sweet, sweet punishment

This Medieval contraption has absolutely nothing to do with gardening…although it kind of looks like a gardening (or punishment) implement, doesn’t it? When El Hub saw me walking around with it, he recoiled, then asked if I was going to beat him with it.
Um, no, babes. Not today. As long as you keep your pregnant wife happy. 🙂
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