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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Join me as I peruse through the blogosphere looking for blogs that I want to share with you!  Whether its about Fitness, Fashion, Family or Fun things to do in Boston, I’ll find it!</description><title>Boston Sports Woman</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @bostonsportswoman)</generator><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s been a long day
I have to say its time to go to bed. 
So hit the sack 
And don&amp;#8217;t...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s been a long day&lt;br/&gt;
I have to say its time to go to bed. &lt;br/&gt;
So hit the sack &lt;br/&gt;
And don&amp;#8217;t come back&lt;br/&gt;
You need to reefresh that head!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/25753798136</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/25753798136</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2012 22:15:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Spring Clearing</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Spring  Cleaning is in the air, although rumor has it we&amp;#8217;re getting snow on  Friday, so what&amp;#8217; stopping you from starting.  Spring Cleaning isn&amp;#8217;t just  about cleaning out closets or attics or basements, it&amp;#8217;s also about  clearing your mind.  Today is as good a day as any, to check in with  your monthly goals from March, and your upcoming April goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here were my March Goals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Get rid of parking tickets (car still sitting in driveway, hmmm)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Get myself out there both online and at events to create more visibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So,  how did I do?  The first one is pretty obvious, but the second one, I  would say I did very well!  I not only attended three events this month,  but I also created two additional web sites! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have several friends who lead great charitable organizations, that I wanted to link people to, so I created &lt;a title="Connecting you to local charities" target="_blank" href="http://bit.ly/pospart"&gt;PositiveParticipation.org&lt;/a&gt;.  Here, you can connect to them!  Then, I created my own blog about how to market to people like me.  I&amp;#8217;m what you call &lt;a title="The Health Curious Consumer" target="_blank" href="http://bit.ly/healthcurious"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Health Curious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, not quite health conscious, but I&amp;#8217;m eager to learn a little everyday.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have you checked in with your goals this month, and set your April ones? Share your goals with us on our &lt;a title="BSW on Facebook" target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/bostonsportswoman"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt; and you become our BSW Member of the month!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stay fit, be healthy, and have fun! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a title="Boston Sports Woman" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/kathysignature_copy.jpg" alt="Kathy McConnell Boston Sports Woman" height="44" width="99"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/4212557161</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/4212557161</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 14:23:13 -0400</pubDate><category>goals</category></item><item><title>Practice Mindfulness</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.mindfulness.com/2011/01/16/mindfulness-present-moment-kairos-appropriate-time/"&gt;Practice Mindfulness&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/4212522999</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/4212522999</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 14:21:10 -0400</pubDate><category>Ozzie Gontang</category><category>mindfulness</category></item><item><title>Your Nutritionista: The Truth About Food Costs</title><description>&lt;a href="http://yournutritionista.com/post/3854494046"&gt;Your Nutritionista: The Truth About Food Costs&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://yournutritionista.com/post/3854494046"&gt;nutritionista&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li1u89uzom1qzp1hc.png"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wanted to share &lt;a href="http://www.marksdailyapple.com/what-is-the-cost-of-eating-healthy-foods/"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; from Mark’s Daily Apple because I think it’s crucial for anyone who’s ever believed they couldn’t eat healthy because it’s “too expensive.” &lt;strong&gt;In reality, Americans a smaller percentage of their income on groceries than ANY OTHER COUNTRY. Why isn’t buying quality…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/3857298965</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/3857298965</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2011 13:15:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Finding your Center</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our bodies are vessels. They can hold only a limited amount of  energy, either good or bad. Find your center. Cleanse your body of bad  energy and replenish it with good. Feel restored. Feel animated. Let  your daily work energize you rather than deplete your energy. Create  joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="topspace"&gt;&lt;span class="headingsmall"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolutions: Summoning Chi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today, I will center myself and act from a place of balance.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today, I will open myself to the goodness of the Universe. I will  remain aware that its energy is my energy and mine, its. I will be  present to our moving and flowing together.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today, I will stay centered even in tense situations and watch as  my stressors vaporize. I will enjoy the abundance of confidence I gain  in myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Today, I will look for opportunities to remember that with every  breath, I take into my blood the power of the Universe-that with every  breath, I must also give myself back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Today, I will give thanks to the Infinite for sharing with me the power to heal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="textsmall"&gt;Copyright © 2003 by Joseph Cardillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/3857276535</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/3857276535</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2011 13:14:12 -0400</pubDate><category>finding your chi</category></item><item><title>BSW Inventory</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Have  you ever taken an inventory of all that you have put off?  I mean  really review everything and write it ALL down?  I did just that, and it  was exhausting.  I still keep thinking of items I need to add to the  list.  So, this is what keeps me up at night?  And I&amp;#8217;ll tell you what,  since writing that list, I slept better than I have in months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;While  I write out my monthly goals; personal, family, and business, this list  doesn&amp;#8217;t fit the &amp;#8220;goal&amp;#8221; category.  I refer these to as little habits and  nuances that, unfortunately, I tend to put under the rug. However, it&amp;#8217;s  these little nuances that either make me or break me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today I was reading Jenn&amp;#8217;s blog on &lt;a title="Personal Fit Coach on Boston Sports woman" target="_blank" href="http://bostonsportswoman.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=3622:mamavation-monday-fitting-it-all-in&amp;amp;catid=1:rokstories"&gt;Personal Fit Coach&lt;/a&gt;,  as she and I both started P90X around the same time.  I ran into timing  trouble a month ago, and she got sick.  While this is something you can  do from home, neither of us were able to keep it up and now we&amp;#8217;re faced  with the inevitable question of &amp;#8220;what now?&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;On  my inventory list, this is labeled as seeing things through that better  myself.  Not a goal, but a habit.  So, rather than tackle it, I ignored  it, thinking it will go away.  But there it was right in front of me on  Jenn&amp;#8217;s post, &amp;#8220;it&amp;#8217;s always a juggling act.&amp;#8221; Life is not perfect.  But we  need to keep moving forward, even if we have taken a few steps  backward.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you look at your inventory of habits from &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; it is stocked and  &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; it is stocked with, I believe it defines who you are, and how you   approach life. So, rather than be defined as one to sweep this under the  rug, I leave you now, and will go re-start my P90X.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What does your inventory look like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stay fit, be healthy, and have fun! And enjoy &lt;a title="Boston Sports Woman" target="_blank" href="http://bostonsportswoman.com/bostonsportswoman.com"&gt;Boston Sports Woman&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a title="Boston Sports Woman" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/kathysignature_copy.jpg" alt="Kathy McConnell Boston Sports Woman" height="44" width="99"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/3705587075</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/3705587075</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 14:05:00 -0500</pubDate><category>personal inventory</category></item><item><title>Falling Forward</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Walking everyday through the leaves reminds me of being a kid. That sweet scent of the leaves and the crunch beneath my feet take me back to a time when life didn&amp;#8217;t produce so many thoughts, so many things to do, and remembering (and forgetting) things left undone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today, at last, is a beautiful Fall day, but it seems it&amp;#8217;s taken so long to get here.  Spoiled by the spring and summer weather, my mind is so confused and keeps going backward.  But why, why would I want to go back in the past, when I have so much in front of me right now?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Am I unsatisfied with what is taking place now, or am I anticipating too much doom and gloom?  Really, this is not a downer post, it really is a reflection of my feelings from the last 24 hours, taking a long walk through the leaves, and realizing it&amp;#8217;s all good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t put the past completely behind me, however, I have learned what I now know, and will push forward and keep walking through the leaves, until they turn to snow piles!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1552451624</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1552451624</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 09:12:36 -0500</pubDate><category>boston sports woman</category><category>Boston</category></item><item><title>The Travel Mom</title><description>&lt;h2 class="art-postheader"&gt;The Travel Mom&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/The_Travel_Mom.jpg" alt="The_Travel_Mom" height="300" width="300"/&gt;I recently had the great opportunity to meet Emily Kaufman, &lt;a title="The Travel Mom's Website" target="_blank" href="http://www.thetravelmom.com/"&gt;the Travel Mom&lt;/a&gt;.  Emily and I met at &lt;a title="ArtBar Cambridge, MA" target="_blank" href="http://www.artbarcambridge.com/"&gt;The ArtBar&lt;/a&gt; in Cambridge over a &amp;#8220;community lunch&amp;#8221;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fortunately, Emily brought her friend Lauren, from &lt;a title="Sea World Orlando Web Site" target="_blank" href="http://www.seaworld.com/orlando/"&gt;SeaWorld&lt;/a&gt;, to tell us about all the new wonderful things happening at &lt;strong&gt;SeaWorld Orlando&lt;/strong&gt;.   (Annie and I are planning on heading to Florida for my husband&amp;#8217;s Spring  Training, so timing is perfect)  We were joined by Jill, from Boston  Central, and had a great time chatting about Emily&amp;#8217;s travels, and even  her life in Calabassas California (that&amp;#8217;s right you Khardashian-lovers,  she lives down the street from them in Calabasass).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Emily, being from California, was thrilled to have the New England Clam Chowder, and munch on the &lt;em&gt;lobstah&lt;/em&gt; rolls.  It was so great to watch someone relish in things we take  advantage of.  And then she began to tell me how much she loves to  travel with kids, and see the looks on their faces for the first time  they see something new. It seemed as she told the story she was going  back to that mommy moment and falling in love all over again too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The  Travel Mom has been around since 1998, long before any of us were  blogging, tweeting, or FB&amp;#8217;ing.  So it was rather fun to share how the  social media world unfolds and how important it is.  Emily started her  career in Television, which, as many bloggers will admit, is something  they would love.  Have their own show about what it is they are so  passionate about.  Emily&amp;#8217;s passion is clearly Travel.  And she&amp;#8217;s so  great to tell the trade secrets and share the insights on the industry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;After lunch we had the opportunity to sit down with the Travel Mom and she shared her top three tips for us.  You can &lt;a title="The Travel Mom's Three Tips" target="_parent" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K4CDXmxp4sc"&gt;see the interview here&lt;/a&gt;!  And, of course, Emily has her book, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Travel Mom&amp;#8217;s Ultimate Guide to Travel: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Planning, Surviving, and Enjoying Your Vacation Together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;available on &lt;a title="The Travel Mom's Ultimate Book of Travel" target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/Travel-Moms-Ultimate-Book-Family/dp/0767920635"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The  great part of our conversation with Emily was her introduction of  Lauren from SeaWorld.  Personally, I have never been to SeaWorld, so to  hear all the great new exhibits and fun happening there made it all the  more enticing.  Lauren also shared with us a love for community giving  that works for the consumer!  With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a title="SeaWorld Cares" target="_blank" href="http://www.seaworldcares.com/conservation-choices"&gt;SeaWorld Cares&lt;/a&gt; each purchase of a $5.00 child’s ticket, SeaWorld will donate 100% of   the price of the ticket to fund non-profit organizations that are   working right now to help wildlife conservation efforts. You can choose  any of the four conservation partners to receive the donation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We hope to catch up with Emily again soon.  What&amp;#8217;s better than hanging out with The Travel Mom?  Maybe &lt;em&gt;traveling&lt;/em&gt; with the Travel MOM!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Look  for a BIG Giveaway in November from our friends at SeaWorld!!! You must  be a BSW member by 11/30/10 and over 18 in order to qualify.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1362349091</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1362349091</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2010 20:19:27 -0400</pubDate><category>the travel mom</category><category>Boston</category><category>boston sports woman</category></item><item><title>Happy Hump Day: Give Yourself a Makeover (In the Nude!)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://healthychicks.wordpress.com/2010/10/20/happy-hump-day-give-yourself-a-makeover-in-the-nude/"&gt;Happy Hump Day: Give Yourself a Makeover (In the Nude!)&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;From our newest blog member, Healthy Chicks!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1362262988</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1362262988</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2010 20:07:28 -0400</pubDate><category>boston sports woman</category><category>healthy chicks</category></item><item><title>Getting Back on Track: How to Return After a Fitness Hiatus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.lisajohnsonfitness.com/getting-back-on-track-how-to-return-after-a-fitness-hiatus/"&gt;Getting Back on Track: How to Return After a Fitness Hiatus&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;We needed this kick today!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1305877645</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1305877645</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 09:32:49 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title> BSW Thought for the Day: My Happiness Project</title><description>&lt;h2 class="art-postheader"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bostonsportswoman.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=1462:bsw-thought-for-the-day-my-vice&amp;amp;catid=7:whats-new&amp;amp;Itemid=5"&gt;BSW Thought for the Day:  My Happiness Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/Happiness-Project-Book.jpg" alt="Happiness-Project-On Boston Sports Woman" height="300" width="300"/&gt;Sometimes, I am a bit naive to think that a title of a book could create such an emotion!  And, I don&amp;#8217;t mean for me.  When My &lt;em&gt;Happiness Project&lt;/em&gt; book arrived, and my husband saw it on the floor, he started to question me about  whether or not I was happy.  I had always told him since leaving my  corporate job that I was the happiest I had been in a decade, but now,  with this book, what was he to think?  I admit, I am truly happy.  So  fortunate to be home with my kids, taking them to school, home when they  come home, cooking, walking, writing.  But deep inside, as I search my  soul, there is something missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When  I was in college I was always searching for the meaning of things that  happend in my life.  As I got older I learned the hard ways on how to  be.  What I mean is that (and I&amp;#8217;ll admit just to you) I have been a bit  immature in my thinking, an idealist who saw the good in everyone,  trusting everyone and everything.  Often times I was hurt as a result of  this.  Many times putting myself in situations that became awkward and  unflattering for me.  I did a great job of making myself look bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never  one to question authority, nor to &amp;#8220;get back at that person for that  email&amp;#8221;, I would just let it be.  But, in the end it ate away at me. Made  me angry, and eventually came out lashing out at others out of  context.  My immaturity hurt me.  And again, my naivete was going to  hurt me again with my husband not understanding my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I  call them goals now, not needs.  I started to call them needs, however,  realizing I wanted to achieve something and stay with it, they became  goals.  I will share my happiness project with you in the coming weeks.   I will help my husband and family to better understand what I am  feeling and what I am about to achieve.  This, this Happiness project is  for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stay healthy, be fit, and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/kathysignature_copy.jpg" alt="Kathy McConnell on Boston Sports Woman" height="39" width="88"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/editorphoto1.jpg" alt="Kathy from Boston Sports Woman" height="129" width="172"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1298629682</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1298629682</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 09:07:00 -0400</pubDate><category>happiness project</category></item><item><title>BSW Thought for the Day: Busy Mom?</title><description>&lt;h2 class="art-postheader"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bostonsportswoman.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=1554:bsw-thought-for-the-day-busy-mom&amp;amp;catid=7:whats-new&amp;amp;Itemid=5"&gt;BSW Thought for the Day:  Busy Mom?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/busy-mom.jpg" alt="busy-mom on Boston Sports Woman" height="300" width="300"/&gt; I&amp;#8217;ve been home now for almost 16 months, playing the role of mother,  wife, launderer, cook, cleaning lady, gardener, dog walker, accountant,  blogger, blogger, web site developer, marketer, business partner,  fitness partner, listener, and friend.  What one role do I feel I have  mastered? None. Or so I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What  makes me a master of any of these crafts I thought this morning.  Ok,  the wife and mother crafts are a given, but have I shown mastery in  these fields lately?  I think not answers the peanut gallery.  (I do so  love them, but they have several key points in the last week in which to  back them up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The  kids and I went to the Boston Local Food Festival on Saturday, knowing  we had a hockey game to get to in Foxboro by 3:30.  Did I make it on  time?  No.  Did I go to the wrong rink first? Yes.  Point made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dinner at 9?  Really now.  Feeding your kids and husband long after bed time is really proof that I am slacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The  laundry Pile has now taken a life of its own.  My feeling is the kids  have so many clothes, wear your underwear inside out if you must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bill paying - parking tickets?  Which one do I choose?  Maybe I should start with the registration for my car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Didn&amp;#8217;t  walk dog due to rain.  Lame excuse.  Her brown eyes are looking at me  longingly to stretch her little furry body and take a poop.  I ignore  her once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Getting  lost in Blog World can be time consuming.  I forgot to eat lunch and  dinner yesterday due to a high-volume of comment-writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Number, shmumbers, I know its month-end, but I just want to start October off with a bang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Writing a blog while &amp;#8220;listening&amp;#8221; to a friend talk has been the norm all last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Calling friends takes 30 seconds out of my day just to let them know I am alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The last time I worked out was&amp;#8230;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;These  are not confessions, this is a simple list of why I am a master of  none.  But am I?  I do somehow manage to get most of this stuff done,  just not done perfectly.  Perhaps being a master at any of these crafts  is ludicrous when you consider I do each of them every day.  I&amp;#8217;d say  that is rather admirable!  There is no harm in trying to get it all  done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But clean underwear would be really nice&amp;#8230;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stay healthy, be fit, and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/kathysignature_copy.jpg" alt="kathy mcconnell on Boston Sports Woman" height="65" width="145"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/editorphoto1.jpg" alt="Kathy McConnell Co-Founder Boston Sports Woman" height="147" width="196"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1298626887</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1298626887</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 09:06:00 -0400</pubDate><category>mom</category></item><item><title>BSW Thought for the Day: Reflections of Me</title><description>&lt;h2 class="art-postheader"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bostonsportswoman.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=1591:bsw-thought-for-the-day-reflections-of-me&amp;amp;catid=7:whats-new&amp;amp;Itemid=5"&gt;BSW Thought for the Day:  Reflections of Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/long-road.jpg" alt="long-road on Boston Sports Woman" height="300" width="300"/&gt;Spending  time in the car is always time for great reflection.  What I imagine as  I&amp;#8217;m driving, while not texting, is not where I&amp;#8217;m headed so much as  where I have been.  Yesterday I drove to Connecticut to attend a family  funeral.  As I drove over the Connecticut River, passing Hartford, I am  able to reflect on my childhood filled with fond memories of Grandparents, brothers,  parents and cousins.  The River has a special place in my heart.  My  Grandfather fished in it as a child, and we all rode in his boat up and  down the river as he told us his stories.  History is such a wonderful  treasure when spoken from the mouth of our elders.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He sang songs and recited Gungadin from memory.  His deep voice still  resonates in my brain.  Now as I made my journey to my Sister-in-law&amp;#8217;s  mother&amp;#8217;s funeral, I tried desperately to capture her voice in my head,  and remember her smile.  I had known her since I was seventeen.  (No,  I&amp;#8217;m not going to do the math for you!)  She was beautiful, kind and  loving.  She always embraced me when I saw her at family gatherings.   She was special.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Continuing on my road, on this journey to something so bitter sweet, I  couldn&amp;#8217;t hold back my tears.  They were not tears of sadness, but tears  of what will people say about me when I should pass?  I have not always  been the perfect person you see today (kidding!)  I have lost friends  to misunderstandings, whom I miss dearly.  I have talked behind the  backs of others and been caught.  I have spoken from both sides of my  mouth.  I have said unkind words to get others to like me.  I, was a  follower.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two Fridays I have written my posts, &amp;#8220;Sorry I&amp;#8217;m not Sorry&amp;#8221;.  This  week, I am sorry for the person I was when I did those things.  Bullying  has been in the news so much lately, and many fail to realize bullying  isn&amp;#8217;t just in the cyber-space or between kids or teenagers, it happens  to adults.  Many of us are bigger than these people, however, at the  same time, it still hurts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My reflections while driving to a funeral opened up a lot of  feelings.  Looking back, memories of family, laughter, friends come and  gone, and most of all, looking at myself as a person.  I&amp;#8217;m more  congniscent of this person every day.  Making sure she finds time for  her self, and for the people in her life.  What do you reflect upon when  you are alone?  How do you see yourself today?  What have you learned  from the past person you were?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Boston Sports Woman loves to hear from you!  We have many fun and exciting things happening in October.  Please keep posted!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Stay healthy, be fit, and have fun!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/kathysignature_copy.jpg" alt="kathy mcconnell on Boston Sports Woman" height="72" width="162"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/editorphoto1.jpg" alt="Kathy McConnell on Boston Sports Woman" height="175" width="234"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1298624042</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1298624042</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 09:06:00 -0400</pubDate><category>reflecions</category><category>friday</category></item><item><title>Ing-ing!</title><description>&lt;h2 class="art-postheader"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bostonsportswoman.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=1601:bsw-thought-for-the-day-inging&amp;amp;catid=7:whats-new&amp;amp;Itemid=5"&gt;BSW Thought for the Day:  Inging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/My-Time.jpg" alt="My-Time On Boston Sports Woman" height="300" width="300"/&gt;Sunday,  the second day of the long weekend.  Noting that I have little to do  other than laundry, bathroom cleaning, mopping, sweeping, raking, bed  making, dog walking&amp;#8230;that&amp;#8217;s a lot of -inging! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I  first saw this clock at a shop in Newport and fell in love with it,  clearly it is a statement of how I feel today!  Except here in Boston it  should read &amp;#8220;What-evah!&amp;#8221;  Not much for words on Sunday morning, I  figure that I&amp;#8217;ll sit back and watch my family and tell you what they are  -inging today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;NOTH-ING.  Watch-ing TV.  Scream-ing.  Begg-ing. Sigh-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;That&amp;#8217;s doesn&amp;#8217;t seem terribly productive.  But, they do look happy and relaxed.  Do you think I can get them moving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why, why should I when they are so content in their couching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All my -inging is making me think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why should we do any thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So, today, we will do WHAT-EVAH-ING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stay healthy, be fit, and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/kathysignature_copy.jpg" alt="kathy on Boston Sports Woman" height="45" width="102"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/editorphoto1.jpg" alt="Kathy McConnell on Boston Sports Woman" height="156" width="208"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1298615666</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1298615666</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 09:03:48 -0400</pubDate><category>sunday</category><category>whatever</category></item><item><title>"You can always forget yesterday, but you can never forget tomorrow!"</title><description>“You can always forget yesterday, but you can never forget tomorrow!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mimi&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1174591106</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1174591106</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2010 16:41:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;the center of the earth&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1174585691</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1174585691</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2010 16:40:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"What I am today, I am now becoming"</title><description>“What I am today, I am now becoming”</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1164514963</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1164514963</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 21:22:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Sweet Treats from Travel,Wine,Dine!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://traveleatlove.com/2010/09/sweet-treats/"&gt;Sweet Treats from Travel,Wine,Dine!&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;Travel, Wine, Dine’s Blog Post on Boston Sports Woman: Yummy Sweet Treats!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1164500050</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1164500050</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 21:20:00 -0400</pubDate><category>travel wine dine</category><category>sweets</category></item><item><title>BSW Thought for the Day: What The Past Has Taught Me Today</title><description>&lt;h2 class="art-postheader"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/chorus.jpg" alt="chorus" height="300" width="300"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What  inspires me most?  Hmm, maybe the people around me?  Or perhaps the  goals I&amp;#8217;ve set for myself? No, I have to be honest, it&amp;#8217;s music.  I&amp;#8217;m the  classic Shower, In-the-car, Rock Star.  Only thing is, I&amp;#8217;m the only one  in the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; My singing career started way back when I was about 5 or six, and I sang &lt;em&gt;Delta Dawn&lt;/em&gt; for my mom.  The problem was, I had to sing from the top of the stairs,  and she wasn&amp;#8217;t allowed to be able to see me.  She was so proud of me,  (I think because she couldn&amp;#8217;t carry a tune herself) she suggested I keep  singing and said that eventually I would get the courage up to sing in  front of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The  years passed, and in Jr High I found myself in the chorus.  A safe  place for a singer like me, lost in a group of people, singing among  several voices.  Until, well, until our first concert.  My voice is  somewhat low, like an alto or tenor-like lowness.  And I was only about  4&amp;#8217;9&amp;#8221; tall so I was placed in the front row of the choir.  Bummer, right  up front. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;However  nervous I felt, I didn&amp;#8217;t let my love for singing bring me down.   Closing my eyes, I belted out my parts, along with the other alto&amp;#8217;s and  happily sang my way through our Christmas Production.  What I didn&amp;#8217;t  know was that my reverberating voice was picked up on the microphone  more than anyone else&amp;#8217;s.  Several people came up to me after the  performance and congratulated me on my voice, the strength and  sensitivity to the mic.  Was this a good thing?  Well, needless to say,  the Choir Director moved me to the back of the choir for fear that my  voice would be heard &lt;em&gt;too much&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My  ego was crushed.  The thought that a microphone picked up my voice and  people heard me, felt great.  But then to have someone say, &amp;#8220;no, we&amp;#8217;re  going to have to put you in the back, so no one hears your voice over  the others.  It needs to blend in with everyone elses.&amp;#8221;  I was twelve.   My Rock Star Days were over already.  My fear became larger than life.   But, funny, as life is, I would be given another chance, and it was not  anyone&amp;#8217;s doing but the Gods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;High  School was an amazing experience for me.  I had great friends, from all  walks of life.  We didn&amp;#8217;t separate ourselves by the Jocks, the Stoners,  the Cheerleaders, the Fashionistas, or the Nerds.  Our class?  We all  blended into one big happy group.  That was the last time in my life  that I felt that way. I felt so good about the people in my life then  that I sang with one of the best sopranos in the chorus and a  guitar-strumming stoner at Graduation.  What no one knew would happen  was that the Soprano got nervous!  She stopped singing in the middle of  the song!  And my stoner-strummin-guitar player?  He forgot the song  mid-way through!  I was left up there, all alone with just my voice, a  microphone and 1,000 people watching my next move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I  giggled.  I asked him to go back and start again.  I sang alone.  For a  time.  She eventually jumped back in.  We held hands, smiled and  laughed our way through it!  The Gods had spoken.  So, where is my  singing career today?  Now I hold private concerts for people&amp;#8217;s  birthdays (on the phone) or for my family in the car, and of course, the  shower! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What  did I learn from that time in my life?  I learned that you can be  knocked down, pushed aside because of a strength you may carry that is  too much, but eventually, eventually your strength will be needed and  you will end up giving that strength to others in support.  It has never  been my plan to be the one to shine.  I am not the one who want to be  the one in the front row for everyone to see or hear.  No spotlight for  me.  I just want to support those I care for because it makes me feel  really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What gives you strength, or inspiration?  You&amp;#8217;d be surprised where you just might find it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stay healthy, be fit and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/kathysignature_copy.jpg" alt="kathysignature_copy" height="46" width="104"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/editorphoto1.jpg" alt="editorphoto1" height="186" width="247"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1164484502</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1164484502</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 21:17:40 -0400</pubDate><category>thought for the day</category><category>inspiration</category><category>strengths</category></item><item><title>BSW Thought for the Day: What's Gotten Into Me?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/womancleaning.jpg" alt="womancleaning" height="300" width="300"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nesting  is an interesting aspect of my monthly life.  When it shows up, it&amp;#8217;s  generally a very good thing, however, it does tend to tire me out!  It  hit me around 7pm Thursday night.  Minding my own business, I started to  re-do all of Annie&amp;#8217;s drawers in her closet, I then moved to Charlie&amp;#8217;s  room, and took out the vacuum.  Really?  Vacuuming on a Thursday night?  Whatever had gotten into me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The  kids don&amp;#8217;t particularly like my nesting.  It interferes with their  worlds too much.  (Honestly, I think its the fact that I make them  accountable to help me or things will get tossed).  So, Thursday went  by, Friday, more nesting instincts, of cleaning the basement (really!)  then on to Saturday.  On Saturday I purged several items from Annie&amp;#8217;s  room.  She forgets most of this stuff exists, so its no big deal.  But  then, I started in on my computer.  What a strange place I found myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lost  in blogger world for nearly three hours, Annie, I left upstairs to fend  for herself, then I realized it was time to go to the Flea Market!   Well, isn&amp;#8217;t this a statement?  Purging items to go buy more items of  no-use?!  That must be why I started nesting so much, ridding my  conscious of the old in order to accept the new?  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yes,  I was just slightly crazy at the Flea Market.  I bought six pashminas!   Three are gifts, but two, two I will keep for myself.  But that was  really it, other than the wallet clutch I purchased.  My kids were  shocked I didn&amp;#8217;t come home with a new purse.  Almost amazed, they looked  at me oddly and said, &amp;#8220;then, why did you go to the Flea Market if you  didn&amp;#8217;t get a new purse?&amp;#8221;  I&amp;#8217;m not sure why, I thought about it for a  bit, and realized, I just needed some time to be me.  Some time to spend  with a friend, listening, talking, and just being me, not being Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;See,  I&amp;#8217;m Mommy or somebody&amp;#8217;s wife 99% of the time.  That&amp;#8217;s my label.   Working from home is a whole new level of self.  It&amp;#8217;s just me and the  dog, unless I have an appointment or interview.  I&amp;#8217;m not in cubicle land  anymore.  I can&amp;#8217;t complain about the workload, or the Manager from  hell.  That&amp;#8217;s me!  I&amp;#8217;m the creator of the schedule, the keeper of my  destiny.  Wow, that&amp;#8217;s deep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;To  tap off the weekend, on Sunday I went into full-blown Helga the  Gardener mode.  With clippers in hand, dirt under my fingernails, it all  felt so great.  I hadn&amp;#8217;t weeded in so long, I forgot how dirty I could  get.  Back in the days of cubicle land, I weeded regularly, likely a  release of stress from work.  Now, now I don&amp;#8217;t remember what stress  feels like, and that&amp;#8217;s kind of nice.  The only stress right now is  getting what I need to get done on the site in 24 hours.  There clearly  aren&amp;#8217;t enough hours in the day to run a website on your own to keep it  fresh and entertaining.  But I try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I  get the idea that the nesting I was feeling was as a result of my need  for stress release, though I don&amp;#8217;t necessarily feel it, it lingers,  hanging out there in the balance.  No longer striking me and creating  the mad woman of yesteryear, but this  intense, gotta get it done,  can-do attitude of an entrepreneur.  What a nice change.  It&amp;#8217;s funny,  since I&amp;#8217;ve been talking of stress in this post, my eye has begun  twitching.  Funny, how memories impact our subconscious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ok,  well onto to more reading, doing and fun with the site.  the plans for  our event are coming together.  I hope to see you there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stay fit, be happy, and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/kathysignature_copy.jpg" alt="kathysignature_copy" height="57" width="127"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bostonsportswoman.com/images/stories/editorphoto1.jpg" alt="editorphoto1" height="110" width="147"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1164474010</link><guid>http://bostonsportswoman.tumblr.com/post/1164474010</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 21:15:59 -0400</pubDate><category>nesting</category><category>thought for the day</category></item></channel></rss>
