Tag: mom
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5 years without Mia
I call myself decent at remembering birthdays, but I’m terrible at remembering dates of tragedies. I suppose this is mostly a good thing. However, Facebook Memories was here to remind me at 3am when I woke to let the dog out that 5 years ago today, I was lying in bed beside my grandmother, Mia,…
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Fear of committment
I received a wonderful compliment from Stephanie yesterday – she told me that she admires my committment to fitness. This said during the same day that I a) had committment on my mind, (namely, people who commit to things and then disappoint) and b) started a new workout journey – boot camp classes at this…
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Nothing good ever happens after midnight
My mom used to say that all the time. I completely disagree. In fact, plenty of good happens after midnight: – The best parties don’t even start until then. – The likelihood you’ll get dinner and a show at an all-night diner certainly increases (I’m thinking of a specific instance that involved Waffle House and someone…
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It’s all relative.
About a week and a half ago, I decided to attend a new yoga class at the studio I’ve been attending. This class was different for two reasons: it has been called the most difficult yoga class the studio offers, and Stacey was unable to make it so I would be attempting the new challenge alone.…
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Pink ballerinas, freight trains and talking mice; and yet no, this is not a post about drugs
Severe weather had been predicted all day yesterday, but in the morning the news was calling it merely a “slight” chance for tornadoes. So I didn’t worry too much about it, and I even thought that my plan for an evening run probably woudn’t be affected. I tend to keep the news on in the…
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Have a bucket list. Check it off. Life is short.
I was hanging out with Mom and Dad last week in Scottsdale, Arizona, and Dad had a rather awkward trip down the resort’s water slide. I felt badly that I’d convinced him to give it a try and he’d clearly not had a good time, but at the bottom, he turned to me and said,…
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It’s not about me. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.
It’s not about me. It’s not about me. It’s not about me. I keep telling myself that, but it doesn’t make this any easier. Things are changing too fast. In the past four weeks My grandmother died. My parents who live with my grandmother now have to decide what to do. And what to do…
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Things are always better with your mom
I won’t be spending Mother’s Day with my Mom because she is busy being a “Mom” to who she calls “her ladies” today. My mom has made a career out of being a mom, that’s how good at it she is. After raising three wonderful, successful, perfect children (haha, ok, Kevin’s not perfect), she decided…
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‘My Cabooooooodle!!’
It was 1992 or 1993. We were in the family’s Astro van, driving out west. All five of us in one car, and two of us were teenagers. So yeah, you can imagine the highs and lows of that trip. Some notable things: = Dad got a speeding ticket. That was when I learned that people are…
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‘like peeing in your pants’
Ah, I turn twenty-thirteen today. Love being in my 20s. I was going to write a post going on and on about how wonderful all those in my life are (yes, I am talking about you!) but I have been doing that a lot lately. Instead I’ll show you some of my super-cool presents. Pampering…