If I had myself a monkey
Mar05

If I had myself a monkey

Slightly out of focus and too red from being burned to death by the flash, but, trust me, it will have to do. “Never work with animals or children.” – W.C. Fields Last week, my 11-year-old dropped a new word on me that had me running for the Urban Dictionary. As is often the case with my very communicative kid, my brain was tuned only into the keywords of the conversation. My mom brain has that scanner thing you know...

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Roller coasters
Feb28

Roller coasters

Moo.Photo from the Indiana State Fair newsroom photos on Flickr. I love the Indiana State Fair. I love the crazy fried foods the vendors provide, even though I generally take one bite and pass it off to someone else or trash the rest because my old, gall-bladder-deprived body can’t handle the fat. I love the animals. There is nothing better than looking into the deep brown eyes of a gorgeous Jersey cow and saying thanks for the...

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Heard at my house
Jul12

Heard at my house

Who said bacon? Photo copyright Ian Turton. Shared under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic license. Upon learning that we were having eggs and waffles for dinner (Andy’s night to cook. I tried to insist on broccoli, but no one else was having it): Colleen: “I demand bacon.” Me: “We don’t have bacon.” Colleen: “NO BACON??!?!?!?! WHAT KIND OF A HOUSE IS...

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Zany, zippy zone

As I wrap up the A-to-Z Blog Challenge, I am starting to realize what I different person I become when I write. I am not going to steal the thunder of my reflections post scheduled for May 7, but it has become obvious to me over the last month that I need to write more. For one thing, writing makes me downright zany. Oh, sure, I’m a bit of a nut-job most days, but when I write, it unleashes a giant goofball that sometimes gets...

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‘S’pinach smoothies are not for the faint of heart
Apr21

‘S’pinach smoothies are not for the faint of heart

I generally get in all kinds of trouble when I start talking to other moms. Usually, the kind of trouble I get into is brought on by my inability to filter information about myself. Yes, in the course of five minutes, you are extremely likely to learn that I’ve had breast cancer, that my child is about to have open heart surgery and that my parents were once rescued by boat from their flooding home. I don’t intend to...

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‘R’est stop

You may remember Lisa of “J” fame. As I said, she and I have a real Thelma and Louise relationship. Many stories would support this analogy, but the most perfect example is the rest stop story. It was 19mumble-mumble and Lisa was moving back from her Colorado adventure. Actually, it was more like she was dragging her feet and being pulled by her hair back to Indiana. She loved living in Denver and only felt like she had to...

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