I headed to a local running store today… I needed some beverage enhancement, and stumbled upon a “20% off all apparel” sale. Yip! I moseyed, whilst the Luc-meister moseyed – she spent quite a bit of time perusing the wall of “essersize shooooes”. You may be aware she has a “thing” for shoes. I found [...]
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2 eyes are NOT a “given” in this family.
Olivia (5 years-old) was given a homework assignment: Draw a picture of your family, with details and at least 5 colors. That sounds straightforward… She has a mom, a dad, a sister, a brother an a self. All digits and limbs are accounted for – in real life… Let’s look at the questions at the [...]
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My Boogie Shoes
Back in The November, I wrote about a coveted pair of shoes. When Converse spammed me with a soliciation for these puppies… I was moved to tears. Imagine. IMAGINE the river that flowed yesterday when the coveted red sequined lovlies graced my concrete porch yesterday afternoon. I squealed with such delight! Delight! Delight! Delight! Not [...]
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The Bruise (Reprise)
Remember how I told you about the bruise I got from trying to learn The Windmill? A 12-hour-old bruise is a whole lot less impressive than a 6-day-old one. See: I told you it hurt.
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*taptaptap*
“Is this thing on? “Screeeeeeeeeeeeee” “Oh, hot mic. Hot mic. Oh dear. Wow, well… hi there! I just want to say thank you. Thank you so very mauch! I am delighted to receive this major award fabulous award! Sleeping Mommy… you shouldn’t have, but I accept! Can I just say, super groovy – in a [...]
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Can’t Escape the Truth
Lucy (almost 3) said today, “You Yoocy. I Mama.” I said, “O.K. I’m Lucy and you’re the mama.” She raises a measuring cup just as a queen raises her scepter while making a proclamation. She authoritatively announced, “Get. Outta. MY. Titchen.” I am so proud that I fill my home with such love, acceptance and [...]
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I’m not trying to brag,
but I am. I’m like stinkin’ Houdini. Martha Stewart wants to meet me, or at least I think she would want to if she knew about my mad skillz. Why? I got Sharpie out of my beloved demin jacket. I did. Permanent marker. Black. Wide tip. Gzone. G to the O N E. Houdini Schmoodini, [...]
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On the “Injured List”
See that. Right there. No, it’s not a picture of my stretch marks. Well, if you look close enough… Stop that. It’s a bruise. Now, I had to crop the picture – so as not to transmit a picture of my mama-booty to the united world wide interweb… is that what the kids are calling [...]
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