appendectomy? whatever.

Mama's Losin' It

Mama Kat over at Mama’s Losin’ It! hosts a writer’s workshop every Thursday. Being the aspiring writer yet busy mom that I am, I have finally gotten around to participating. I chose to write on the following prompt:

What was your medicine? Write about a time you remember being ill.
I was a healthy kid. No allergies. Not under or overweight. No reoccurring ear infections. No cavities. I even had perfectly straight teeth.
But I did have one teensy weensy problem. A faulty appendix.
The saga began when I was six years old. I don’t remember much except for spending the night in the hospital with my mom by my side. She was pregnant with my brother at the time and she told me that I was supposed to be visiting her in the hospital, not the other way around. 
They stuck an IV in my hand and managed to miss the vein. I remember that part too. Whether it was due to the incompetence of the nurse or my extreme resistance to the procedure, we will never know. But this little mistake inflated my little hand to monstrous proportions. They almost blew up my hand, the bastards. I probably would have been more freaked out if my older sister hadn’t saved the day by making distracting jokes to lighten the situation. I don’t know what she said, but it must have been good. Now she makes people laugh for a living. Go figure.
The overzealous doctors wanted to cut me open immediately and remove the potentially faulty appendix. My parents did not. I don’t blame them after the whole IV incident. I wouldn’t want them operating on my precious daughter either. So, they cut a deal. Wait until morning and if my blood pressure returned to normal, no surgery. If not, I would be wheeled off to the operating room.
Parents know best. I was fine by the next morning. 
Fast forward two years. Another short-lived episode of appendix pain. But it wasn’t until two years after that, at ten years old, that my appendix was removed. My mom drove me to the emergency room as I laid in the back of our generic, white mini-van, completely enveloped in excruciating pain. I would not again experience such physical agony until childbirth. The appendectomy took place in the wee hours of the morning. I wasn’t scared because the doctor told me that it was as safe as going to the mall. And I loved going to the mall. 
The surgery revealed that my appendix was, in fact, very inflamed. They removed the stinker just in the nick of time. The hospital pumped vials of pain medications into my vulnerable, developing body and sent me home with pills. Lots of pills. But they wasn’t my true medicine. I had a week of recovery before I was allowed to return to school. A week to kill. An eternity in the life of a ten year old. So, I watched “Clueless.” The movie that made Alicia Silverstone famous. I watched it over and over again. “Clueless” was my medicine.
Silly, I know. Very silly, but very true.
I memorized the best monologues from the movie. I practiced flipping my hair and prancing through my house in the same manner as Alicia Silverstone’s character, Cher. I idolized Cher. I started using her expressions, “as if” and “whatever.” I daydreamed about having a closet like Cher, complete with a digital library cataloguing every article of clothing. Very advanced for 1995. I yearned for knee high socks, short plaid skirts, and high heels. 
I was just a sick little girl wishing that I was a pretty, grown-up teenager who could drive, go to parties with my girlfriends, and talk to boys. “Clueless” made me feel good. Cher and her friends distracted me from reality. And in retrospect, I harbor no negative emotions or fear from that little blip in my childhood. 
I don’t know if my recovery would have been any more traumatic if my mother hadn’t allowed me to rent “Clueless” and watch it incessantly. It was certainly a guilty pleasure. But maybe there’s nothing inherently wrong with guilty pleasures. Maybe they shouldn’t even be called guilty. Life can be a pain in the ass, and we’ve got to maintain an equilibrium. Pleasure for pain. Especially in the delicate life of a child. 
I would say that enduring the pain of a near-ruptured appendix certainly merits a guilty pleasure. Next time you have a bad day or a broken heart, try it out. Read a trashy romance novel. Engage in retail therapy. Or watch a silly movie. Over and over again. Do something that makes you feel unabashedly good. 
In my limited experience, there’s no better medicine than feeling good. 


When I decided to get serious about my blog in March, I had no idea the social life that would follow. These days, the only parties I attend are blog parties. The only new friends I make are online. Don’t judge.

I used to be cool. Really. I went to bars and drank hard alcohol. Sometimes I walked home without my shoes on. But then I fell in love with the one, got married, inherited a stepson and birthed a daughter. With out drugs. Yikes.

Now, my idea of the perfect Saturday night is taking a hot bath.

I should probably mention that all of the above happened in less than 15 months. I never said I was boring. 

If you are here from the D-Listed Party and you want to read more about me, go here. Or read the posts categorized under me. Or maybe you want to hear about my recent trials and tribulations with dairy. Or my rant about the recent BP oil spill. Or my love affair with coconuts that began when I was living in Thailand. But if you leave my blog before tomorrow, the one thing you must understand about me is that I am a human pacifier

And I love. Love. Love. Being a mother.

the versatile blogger award

I am honored to be recognized by Miel Abeille over at Bons Vivants with the Versatile Blogger Award. Her name is actually Melissa and she’s an optimist and a bibliophile. Her blog is pretty much guaranteed to put you in a better mood. Check it out.

According to the terms of the award, I have to tell you seven random things about myself. So…here’s another lesson in the life of Lucy. Don’t get too excited.

1. I currently have a headache because I am sleep-deprived.
2. I like to wear dresses.
3. When I was a small child, I would only wear “round and round” dresses. This meant that my dress had to balloon out when I twirled. I know. Luckily, my parents are extremely grounded and never called me “princess” or else I don’t know who I would be today. And I don’t think I’d like her.
4. I think that all of my round and round dresses came from thrift stores.
5. I studied French for 7 years and I wish I had never stopped.
6. I am terrified to be more than 100 feet away from my daughter.
7. I love Thai food. Yum.

And now I pass on the award to seven (cuz that’s my favorite number) new blogs I have recently discovered.

1. Bry at EmbraceFire
2. The Dating Divas
3. Glowin’ Girl at Sugar Tails
4. Amanda at Natural Mommie
5. Holly Renee at Love Imagine Create 
7. The Empress at Good Day, Regular People

Happy Monday to everyone!

honest scrap award

Kate over at Mommy Monologues gave me the Honest Scrap Award. Thanks, Kate :) Awards pretty much make my day.

The award requires that I share 10 random things about me, and then pass on to 10 fellow bloggers. Here goes nothing.
1. I am breast feeding my baby as I type, thanks to a high-tech nursing pillow, My Brest Friend.
2. I spend a lot of time breast feeding my baby. As you may already know, I am pretty much a human pacifier
3. I am not only a mama, I am a stepmama. Lucky for me, both of my babies are as sweet as can be.
4. I graduated Magna Cum Laude from the University of Washington’s Foster School of Business. With a concentration in Accounting. Two quarters early. Boo-yah.
5. I was on track to be a CPA, but I hated it so much that I ran off to Thailand on a one-way ticket. I will never again be an accountant. So much for the fancy degree.
6. I woke up from a not-so-restful catnap yesterday with a very sore neck. The pain creeped behind my eyes to become a headache as well. I think my body is freaking out over the sleep deprivation because neck pain is not normal. Ugh. And it makes nursing and carrying around a baby that much more difficult. God help me get more sleep tonight.
7. Today, I went on a walk with my family to get vegan hemp-milk soft serve ice cream. Yum. On the way back, we stopped in an open house and I filled my pocket with (non-vegan) chocolates the realtor had set out. Double yum. I with I could be vegan, but I don’t think I’m cut out for that kind of work. Bummer.
8. I may not be vegan, but I’m a health nut. I like to cook fresh, organic, plant-based meals for my family. Much to my husband’s chagrin. So I throw goat cheese on top and he’s happy.
9. I declined all pain medications when I gave birth to my daughter. It hurt. Like a biotch. But it was so worth it. Read my birth story here
10. I make a badass cup of herbal tea. My tea cures hangovers and makes you more beautiful. What more could you want in life?
Now that I’ve shared a few things about my life, I’d like to learn more about 10 of my fellow bloggers. I bestow this humble award upon:
2. Kristin at A Few Things to Say
5. Nicole at The Activity Mom
7. Shayna at Life: Forward
8. Betsy at Funky Mama Bird
Now excuse me while I go bust a very sleepy toddler for playing in his room when he is supposed to be napping. 

happy 101

My bloggy friend, Ericka, at alabaster cow is a good one. Brains, beauty and wit. Not to mention that she gave me the happy 101 award yesterday. Complete with cupcakes, sprinkles, and a pretty sunset. Thanks, Ericka!

Here are the rules of the award:

1. copy and paste the award on your blog.
2. list who gave the award to you and use a link to her/his blog (or hyperlink).
3. list 10 things that make you happy.
4. pass the award on to other bloggers and visit their blog to let them know about the award.

Here goes. 10 things that make me happy as a clam:

1. smiles from Giovanna
2. spring’s blooming flowers and cherry blossoms, making my daily walks far more pleasant
3. tickling Emile and listening to him giggle
4. Synergy’s Organic & Raw Kombucha tea, it gives you a buzz and it’s good for you
5. Spanish guitar music
6. my husband’s lips, which are so nice to kiss
7. Sweet Beauty baby products, completely natural and very yummy to smell
8. farmers markets
9. dark, dark chocolate…mmmm
10. traveling

And now, I bestow this award upon the following worthy recipients:

- Diana at Hormonal Imbalances for all of the hard work she’s putting into sleep training
- Heather at Gerber Days because she offers tips to simplify my life, and she likes almond butter too
- Hitha at Hitha on the Go because she’s a friend from college and she’s getting MARRIED
- Stacy at One Stylish Momma because I won her “Eleven shoes” giveaway and they are so damn cute
- Melissa at Love Me Daily because she gave me great advice
- Sarah at No, Don’t and Stop! for being a badass single mama, and we all know that’s hard work

I’d also like to point out that my blog is now located at If you use the old address (, you will be redirected. So it really doesn’t matter which you use. But now I feel a little bit more like a real blogger. Hooray.

Who am I?

I started this blog over a year ago, but I only recently started posting regularly and becoming addicted to active in the bloggy world. I am having a fabulous time making new friends, reading new blogs. And I’m learning. A lot. About myself. About others. About blogging. About writing. About life. To those of you who have recently started reading my blog, welcome! Please leave me comments. I would love to visit your blog, or if you don’t have one, I would still like to know that you were here. 

And now, I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. 

My name is Lucy and I am 24 years old. My “real” name is Lucille. This is strange to me because no one calls me Lucille. Except for the insurance companies and the banks. I like to think of “Lucille” as the adult version of me. Someone who I am, but am not. Because although I have all the outer qualities of a grown-up, I certainly don’t feel like a grown-up. 

Simply said, I am learning. I am learning how to be an adult, an entrepreneur, a wife, a mother and a stepmother. I am married to James. I am the mother of Giovanna. I am the stepmother of Emile. I love my family (from my husband to my cousins) and my best friends (I am blessed with several great ones) with every piece of my being. Every cell in my body. Every part of my soul. I am the creator and owner of Herbal Philosophy. Taking it all one day at a time. My blog documents this journey of self-creation and self-discovery. 

Why am I in the sky?

I was named after the Beatles song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.” My sister was named after the Beatles song, “Julia.” Just kidding. But wouldn’t it be cool if we were? This was a fairly common misconception during my childhood. In truth, both our middle and first names came from family members. Aunt. Sister. Mothers. Some of our parents’ most loved women. Which I guess is even cooler. 

So, the real reason why my blog is named “lucille in the sky” is because I am a dreamer. My head is in the clouds, and I want it to stay there. Don’t some of us stop dreaming at some point in our lives? Maybe we graduated from college, entered the real world, and realized how tough it is. Maybe we had a baby and felt like our life was no longer our own. Maybe we lost all our money and felt like a failure. So we started being realistic. Serious. Boring. We stopped working hard and we started to forget why we were working hard in the first place. We stopped playing outside and we started watching too much TV. We stopped caring. And we gave up on some of our wildest dreams.

Adult or not, I want to never stop dreaming of what could be, dreaming like the possibilities are endless and nothing is out of reach. Hence, “lucille” (my grown-up name) is “in the sky” (floating peacefully through life…in the clouds…dreaming). 

Plus, I like the Beatles.

Lastly, I wanted to share some of my fundamental beliefs. My philosophy on life. If you like what you see, stick around. We probably have a lot to learn from one another.

I believe in:

Dreaming big. 

The power of the mind. 

Leaving the world a better place than you found it. 

Giving thanks every day. 

Being creative. 

Making love not war. 

Celebrating the person you are. 


Following your heart. 

Doing what makes you truly happy. 

Living each moment to the fullest. 

Exercising your mind, body and soul. 


The value of education. 

The danger of judgment. 


Giving and taking lots of hugs and kisses. 

Not taking things personally. 


And that all you need is love.

let me count the ways I love thee…

As not the most active blogger (wish I was, but I do have a very sweet newborn baby attached to my boob for most of the day), I didn’t know that we bloggers can *tag* one another, much like the now out-dated email surveys. Except those were pretty lame, asking questions like do you prefer coke or pepsi? But you learn something new every day and today I learned that my witty blogger friend, Ericka, has tagged me to complete a list of 10 things I love. And since I love LOVE, I jumped at the chance.  Here they are in no particular order…

1. my loving family, including my brand new precious baby daughter, doting husband, freakin’ adorable stepson, wise mother, super-smart dad, favorite sister, favorite brother, beautiful cousins, crazy aunts, cool uncles… (so what if it’s a no-duh, I couldn’t possibly leave them out of the list)
2. my best girlfriends who are also my family (you know who you are)
3. herbal tea especially Herbal Philosophy teas ;)
4. yoga, which after years of practice, is finally teaching me how to quiet my busy mind.
5. the Rockhouse Hotel in Jamaica, the most magical place on earth! OK, the beaches of Thailand are also pretty magical, but I never got to share them with the love of my life.
6. nursing my little one, especially when she stares up at me, rests her tiny hand on my chest, searches for the nipple with reckless abandon, gets milk-drunk and stretches in pure satisfaction post-feeding, and of course, smiles.
7. music. In particular, the energy of live music. Music that promotes peace.
8. my iPhone, making life so convenient (hello, it’s got a GPS and an iPod) and communication so easy. Almost daily, I snap pictures of my little one to send to my stressed-and-overworked-but-with-a-very-important job hubby via text or email. I can confidently say that this increases his quality of life ten-fold. Yes, Giovanna is really that cute.
9. Center for Spiritual Living, Reverend Kathianne Lewis is the shit and she makes sense of this crazy, crazy life in a language that I understand.
10. Trader Joe’s, their oh-so-affordable organics, and their lack of options (strange, I know, but my indecisiveness can turn a quick grocery trip into 3 hours). I love Whole Foods too, but my wallet doesn’t.

There it is! Now, I tag:

- Rebekah at Delicious Ambiguity
- Farrah at Baby Manual
- Judy at Judy in Her Natural Habitat: The Kitchen

As I sign off, I will leave you with a quote about love from the beloved William Shakespeare:

Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.”

Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

I, Lucy, come freely to this place

On July 18th, 2009, I married my sweetie, James Robinson. We had a small, charming wedding in my parents’ incredible waterfront yard. The whole thing was a bit of a blur, surreal at the time. I’m awaiting the professional photographer’s ( pictures almost as intensely as a child awaits Christmas morning. I can’t wait to relive the day. A preview photo that she sent is posted below.

The planning and anticipation stages for the wedding were exciting, but also nerve-racking and stressful. Not surprising considering that we only had a two month engagement period. From the beginning, I thought it would be just enough time to plan a simple garden wedding, and it was. In retrospect, I wish I had stressed less, enjoyed more, and truly trusted my intuition that the day would be perfect. Not necessarily because everything went perfectly, but because I was about to marry the perfect man, at the perfect location, in the perfect weather (thank you to my angels), and before (almost all of) my favorite people. So, these are the words of advice I will give to any bride-to-be. Your big day is all about LOVE. On this day, nothing else really matters, including the flowers, food and any snafus that may arise.

Although it’s only been a few days, I can already see why married life can (and should) be so great. You’ve made the most sacred commitment to this person with whom you share the deepest of connections, and of whom you can’t seem to ever get enough. This person you love so much, you want to sleep next to them every night for the rest of your time on earth. The love and the warmth that surrounds this one promise is enough to light a fire, one that becomes the flame that exists between a happy husband and wife. Where do you think unity candles came from?

I wish you (yes, YOU) the same happiness that James and I have found. A happiness that comes simply by being together. If you have found it, I pray that we can and will hold onto it.

All my sentiments aside, I’d like to share the vows that I wrote and the promises that I made to my husband on our wedding day!

I, Lucy, come freely to this place, before my loved ones to join my life with yours, James. I take you, my best friend, to be my beloved husband, to have and to hold in my arms, through the laughter and the tears, for the rest of our blessed lives. I promise to always kiss you good morning and good night, hello and goodbye. I vow to support every dream you have, and I will always be your biggest fan. I pledge my greatest respect, loyalty, honesty, and my purest love. I readily commit the rest of my life to you; my heart, spirit, and soul forever intertwined with yours. With every year, I will love and cherish you more than the last. On these words, I give my most sincere vow.


I was taking a bath last night when I realized it was TIME to create my blog that I’ve been thinking about for far too long. No more procrastinating. I love to write. One of my dreams is to be a writer – from non-fiction and fiction to screenplays. I need to practice, write as much as possible…and I like to share my thoughts and experiences as I have them.

So here it is. Enjoy! This blog is intended for myself and for any other curious persons…just remember that curiosity killed the cat.