unconditionally bad ass

Loved Unconditionally is a small, mom run business out of Mission Viejo California. Jan is a proud mom to the two girls who inspired her, to help inspire and empower them, through positive affirmations ... and bad ass girlie goodies.

Loved Unconditionally offers pretty ID bracelets that are just motorcycle chic enough to not be an over the top pink princess explosion. Every time the young lady or BFF wearing one of Loved Unconditionally's bracelets looks down at her wrist, she'll be reminded how much she means to you, and the whole world.

The straps come in 4 colors ... pink, root beer, silver and black. Any fashionista is sure to match any outfit no matter what style she chooses.

Hell, I'm about to buy one for myself...to eventually pass down to my own daughter someday.

haiku friday ~ in my absolute world

rain gone, clouds parting
perfect day to crank it up
reggae on the tube

baby's sleeping sound
laundry's piled high, waiting
momma don't want to!

I'd rather be high
on petrol, exhaust and oil
that's what keeps me sane

gear up, get ready
squids, please exit the dance floor
my dance card is full

slacking ~ wordless wednesday

I'm a blogger without obligation. And proud :)

Lately I've had some good things going on ... I've just been too tired to sit and gab about them! To satiate you some, I'll share a few pics of my *new baby*.

She's a 1988 Honda VTR250 Interceptor. Yes, she's got some years on her but, she's clearly been well loved. Barely 6100mi and in great shape on the inside and out ... I'm in love :)


Mommy loves her candy best when bugs get stuck on it at freeway speed :)

haiku friday ~ my rambling tally

my dark blue toesies
a soak and rub does the trick
feeling light as air

Last night's mommy time out was nothing short of fabulous. My poor feet haven't been treated to a pedicure since baby girl was 8 days old ... she is now 10 months plus a week or so. A gap that long won't happen again, I assure you!

So, today was finally the day that I saw an allergy specialist here on the east coast. Walter Reed sucks to get to but, once you are there you're surrounded by people who have lived genuinely. None of the superficial bullshit you only see on shows like "The O.C" (who actually watches this?) or "Entertainment Tonight" exists at Walter Reed Army Hospital. People are there to heal, or to see loved ones in transition.

You can read the stories written all over the slender aging bodies of old men walking slowly with the aid of their walkers, and maybe a family member or two. Sometimes I'm almost compelled to start a conversation just in case they divulge a bit of history people don't seem to care much about anymore. A lot of them remind me of my grandpa, who was Navy beginning in 1943 when he was only 17. He told me a few stories...but I would love to hear more.

Young men, some with artificial limbs, others with experiences chiseled into their faces ... most barely old enough to father the children attached to them. But they live. They do what they need to. And they always, ALWAYS, address anybody and everybody with respect and quiet strength.

Every time I go to Walter Reed, I leave feeling like I learned something new about people and the world.

For my visit though, I was tested for lung strength and went thru a 43 stick allergy test. As usual, I reacted most to dust mites. I brought home a few things we're going to try before considering weekly shots...yay! I didn't get too many new answers I didn't already know but, at least I could resume my antihistamines this afternoon!!!

Kudos to Mother Nature for her thunder storms recently. The rain helped me make it thru this week without too much agony...but I can do without the humidity, thanks!

On a vroooom note :) I am going to look at a 2007 Ninja 250 on Sunday! Maybe my Mother's Day will be extra special? I hope so!

no fun on half nekkid thursday

Today has been no fun. My allergies are about to eat me alive (no meds allowed since last Friday) and I have a HUGE tension headache that started with a pinched nerve at the top of my left shoulder. (you should see me try to turn my head lately ... it's rather amusing)

Thank goodness tonight is *my* night. Hubby is watching the baby while I go and soak up an hour long pedicure. This mom needs some time out!

feet first ~ wordless wednesday

DC Madame

Apparently Deborah Jeane Palfrey, known as the "D.C. Madam", has committed suicide. Her body was discovered Thursday at her mother's home in Florida (gee, love ya mom, here's my mess).

It's said that Palfrey once called suicide "cowardice". Did she have a change of heart, or is there something more here we're not privy to? No doubt, quite a few high-profile clients are relieved by this turn of events. I'm not a conspiracy theorist but, I'm shocked by this move ... hrrm