Gut Check

Why is it we doubt our instincts?

When I had my first child in 2003, I doubted my instincts constantly. I read all the books and listened to everyone’s advice. But I always had my own instinct on how it should be done. Eventually I went with my gut. Breastfeeding, co-sleeping, all those issues everyone researches and debates…I went with my gut. It was based in fact, but littered with emotion.

Now, as my youngest turns three and my first born five…I am positive my gut was correct.

It’s really not unlike my gut decision to vote for Senator Obama. I read all the books, I researched the issues and listened to the advice. But in the end I went with my gut. It was emotional, but based in fact and information.

On February 5th I cast my vote for Senator Barack Obama. On February 12th I asked Senator Hillary Clinton to step down. On February 19th I am convinced my gut was correct. Seriously, go click on that last highlighted portion-Baratunde is my new blog crush.

While I watch the pundits spin tonight’s Wisconsin and Hawaii wins and hear them discuss the enormous weight of the next primaries, I’m packing for Ohio.

I’ve found my winter coat, which is good news because it’s been snowing.

This California girl also went out and got some tight/nylon type things for her legs thinking my usual sleeve-less dress with strappy, toe-less heels might not work so well in below freezing temperatures.

Why? Because another gut decision is proving itself successful and I’m off to Cincinnati to do some work.

To be fair, I also make some really insane, emotional, gut decisions.

For instance-look what I’m doing at SXSW Interactive Festival. It should be noted my Diva demands for my appearance include an 8lbs., pink, Hello Kitty bowling ball. Vodka Martinis-extra dirty, on demand. 4 bags of Fritos (which I don’t really like, but seemed like a Britney thing to do). Fiji Water-iced. And one of every t-shirt from, to be donated to the unfunded start-ups of my choosing.

Gut check says I should also go leave post-it notes all over the house for various reasons from exactly which child gets which medicine and at what dose to “the butt wipes are in the cabinet upstairs.”

My gut and I will check in from Ohio soon, if I survive the weather.


  1. I wanna go bowling with you!!! A Hello Kitty bowling ball…take photos!

    What no Pomegranate Martinis in that rider? Did I NOT school you properly?

    (or do you need a “creative consultant” to travel with you and prepare them special for you? I might be up for the job…)

    Have fun!

  2. I wanna go bowling with you!!!

    A pink Hello Kitty bowling ball – take photos!

    What, no Pomegranate Martinis on that rider? Did I NOT school you properly?!?

    (or do you need your “creative consultant” to come and make them properly for you? I could be convinced, you know)

    Have fun!

  3. Aw, it’s not so cold here. It’s going to be up to 25 today.

    Have a safe trip, and let me know if you have any time for a lunch or dinner. It’s only a 2 hr. drive to Cincy. (Do you still have my cell phone number?)

  4. Cripes, I suck at bowling, but I may have to round up a team.

  5. Oh, and you’ll like my post today.

    This one’s for you Wisconsin and Hawaii…

  6. Queen of Spain says:

    no idea why my comments are so borked kids…working on it now…let’s see how many times this posts…I vote 3

  7. Yeah, sorry for my multiple comments!

  8. Fly safely! And have a good time! 🙂

  9. Dude, I can’t wait to bowl with you. Our team is going to rock, pink balls and all. And I’m an excellent bowler, so if you need any help at all, I’m there for you sister.

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