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The Kids Are on Spring Break This Week, Which Means I’ve Been Playing with Clay and Moon Sand and Building Towers out of Blocks and All Sorts of Other Things That Aren’t Blogging–Which Pretty Much Explains Why This Post Is Heavy on Pictures
This punkin’ right here had a sleepover birthday party last Friday night. As of this writing (the Thursday following the party), I’ve almost recovered. I’ll also attribute my slow recovery to the fact that Groom was out of town for a couple of days after the party, and during his absence I took the kids to…
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One of Twenty-Three Student Emails in My Inbox
Really, unedited does it best: Jocelyn: I do not know if you check the pager, but I have had a really awful three weeks. Without much detail, I think you would understand that I have missed a quiz due to misreading the due date as the 31st contributing much of my recent confusion to…
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Ten Years Since the Blue Moon
I beg the forbearance of my long-time readers with this post, as it’s a re-run (albeit updated) from three years ago. However, because it’s a personal favorite, I hope you’ll hang in there for a re-read…or perhaps for a first-time through. —————————————– “Ten Years Since the Blue Moon” I got engaged and pregnant on the…
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Call Me Scarecrow
We’ve been busy at the bathroom whiteboard again. The other week, I posed the question, “If you could attach a new body part onto yourself, what would it be?” Before answering, I did consider a hand with a goblet growing out of it. I also saw sense in attaching an arm that extends into…
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The Clock Struck Midnight, and My Every Dream Came True. For, Like, a Day.
You know how it’s impossible to guess Susan Lucci’s age–unless you look at her neck? And then you gasp and declare, “Why look at those deep grooves! Say there, you well-preserved soap sprite, you’re holding up nicely–but maybe wear a scarf, eh?” This is not a judgment. Personally, I’ve not only got some grooves but also…
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Child’s Pose
Admit it. When we were young, we had ideas about the future: “I’ll never be old like those dorks” “I can’t wait to live in a mansion” “I’m planning to harness ambition and power to make an impact in the world” “I can’t wait to drink legally” ———————— And now, here I am, in my…
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Don’t Even Bother with a Tickle-Me-Elmo
You better believe we can drive to Target blindfolded. What’s more, we’re members of The Birthday Club at the independent toy store. We’ve rocked Goodwill. We know how to hit the “pre-sale” at local garage sales. In short, we know where to find Playmobil sphinxes; robots with remote controls; board games for learning geography; scooters for knee skinning;…
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Also, Both Kids Have New Teeth Growing In
My college is on Spring Break. Ergo, it is rainy, grey, drizzly, and miserable outside–the kind of days where we have the lights on even at 10 a.m. since there’s not enough natural light coming in to keep us from tripping over toys on the floor. Another key element to any Spring Break worth…
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Seven Miles and a Side of Ketchup
The beauty of my husband is that, in addition to accepting my quirks, he comes up with ideas as to how I can bump them to the next level. A couple of months ago, for instance, I was thumping around the house one afternoon, kvetching about how Jocelyn’s Perfect Storm coalesces when free time for exercise…
