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I'm becoming one of them. Those mamas with the cell phone poised, snapping low quality digital images. My kids (to post in Facebook), the coffee pot I might buy, so I can compare prices, the kids again. What fun!
I snickered at people like me...
Today was a first. The first Turkey day in which all the kids ATE some of everything, the first time each kiddo had his/her own dish to make, and it was, of course, Rowdy's first ever Thanksgiving.
What's the best thing about being a writer? The fame? The fortune? Ok, yes, those are wonderful (ahem). But one of the unsung pleasures is The Mail.
Quite a while ago, Dr. D and I watched the documentary, Sick, Fat and Nearly Dead. Not long after, we bought a juicer with the plan...
I needed a new bag with separate pockets for phone and keys so my keys don't, duh, scratch up my phone!
We've heard of racism and ageism, sexism and more, but over the weekend we experienced yet another "ism." It could be seen as a sort of reverse ageism, I suppose. It's nothing less than: "Kidism."
I'm having one of those days or weeks or lives where I feel like my head is spinning in a thousand different directions. I need to clone myself...
February or March, 2011 I read a screenplay. In many ways it's a whim. The writer said, "I love getting feedback," and I said, "I love giving feedback." So I read it...
"Mom, hey Mama? Is it possible to make a giant robotic stuffed animal to help old people but then the makers make it turn EVIL?"
