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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...
Last night we listened to Dr. D's favorite carol, O Come, O Come Emanuel. Tonight will be my favorite...
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 is with me/us? We keep making the same moronic decision year after year after ...
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...
