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As I sat here thinking, contemplating, reasoning, mulling over what it is I wanted to write about it occurred to me that none of the things I could write about were things that I could write about. Further mental examination caused me to ponder what it is that I should
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I'm pretty tech savvy. Ish. I know my way around my laptop. I can troubleshoot my own problems. I know how to restart things and back things up and smash them against the wall when need be... but there are some things that I am just not equipped
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You know what we haven't talked about in a while babies? Underwear. That's right. Undies. Panties. Undergarments. They're a big deal. A really big deal. They're a fundamental part of your everyday life, whether you think about them or not. Wait, do
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In this digital age it's easy to get caught up in all the bits and bytes that make the world go round. It's easy to get absorbed in the going on of your screen. With the words falling from the lips of your ipod or phone.
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As a child I hated any egg that was not hard boiled. Hate is not an overstatement. It might, in fact be an understatement. I loathed eggs that were not boiled. Easter eggs? Sure. Hard boiled eggs mashed up with butter, salt and pepper? Yes please. Deviled eggs? Yes, and
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When I think of that moment at take off when the wheels lift and the plane and all it's inhabitants are thrown from the earth, when I'm pressed back into my seat, I usually make a mental leap to moments later as I look out over
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There are things you know to be true about yourself once you reach a certain age. One of those things that I've learned about myself over the last 33 years is that I don't like musicals. Yeah. You heard me. I don't like them.
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I used to post every day, come rain or shine, good days and bad. There was a time that I was incredibly committed to ensuring that something new was here every day. It wasn't a commitment to you. To the internets. To this blog. It was a commitment
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It was one of those moments where I couldn't be sure if this was a June storm or the coming apocalypse as I hung up the phone. My eyes trained on the edges of the window where the blinds block out the least light as I watched the
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I sat down to watch something last night on hulu but couldn't find anything I wanted to watch. Nothing. Maybe it was my mood. But I was in the mood for some television style distraction so I thought and I thought and I thought and my mind went
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Over the last 5 years that K has been in school (2 year preschool, kindergarten, first grade and now second grade is ending) I have slowly weened her off the pack animal that is mama. When she was in preschool all I could think was "Seriously, she's
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Years can be such slippery intangible things, as we slide from one to the next. Season to season. Walking through our lives noticing so little of what the last year has held and what the coming years will bring. Except hair wet with rain in Spring. Skin glistening with sweat