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Snow Big Deal
It’s January. In the Northeast. Temperatures dropping. It was inevitable that, eventually, we’d get it. You know. The S word. SNOW. Yup. Late last week, the news hyped the latest big storm to wreak havoc on our area. Weren’t you battering down your hatches, & buying all of the bread & milk you could get your panicked hands on?? Didn’t you hear of it?? Winter Storm Hercules. *Commence with eye rolls & gagging in disgust.* Here’s the thing. I understand that our area, following the devastation of Hurricane Sandy, is prone to waves of panic regarding any and all potential storms. But, c’mon. Do we really need to name… snow? It…
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Social Climber
So the holidays are over; Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and all that good stuff. Were the holidays good? Yes, they were, thank you very much. And I’m glad they’re over? You betcha. I’m tiirrred. But the holidays were great; kids were happy, I got lots of great pics to later prove to my kids that they had a happy childhood, and so on. I’m kind of glad it’s all over, though. And now back to our normally chaotic, hectic, and overwhelming scheduled programming! So even after the holidays, I’ve been slow to post. Why is that, you ask? Well, blame #5. Yup. Sweet, pretty, teeny #5. She might look sweet,…
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Go Elf Yourself
Sorry for the lengthy delay in posting, folks! No, I haven’t gone into hiding. Though sometimes, I’d like to. From my endless daily list of chores & responsibilities, that is. I blame the germs. Since Thanksgiving, we’ve had a series of child illness- mainly in the form of a never-ending cold that swept through the younger set here. I’m talking endless- several trips to the pediatrician, too many boxes of Kleenex to count, oodles of nebulizer breathing treatments, saline drops, nose-boogie-sucking devices, etc. etc, So the few minutes of quote “mommy downtime” that would normally be devoted to posting dissolved like the fine mist of a… nebulizer treatment. Anyhoo… My…
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Mamicure
Hard as nails…. I have found that that statement, when applied to fingernails (or mine, anyway) is untrue. My fingernails are not hard, if their frequent breakage is any indication. I am rarely able to maintain long, elegant nails because my poor stubby nails never get a chance to grow and flourish. I blame the little people. I’m thinking about nails because last night I finally polished my nails after a looong absence of TLC. I had plans to go out last night, something I also looked forward to after a looong absence. I wasn’t a frequent flier to nail salons prior to having kids, but I enjoyed the occasional…
