Memories
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Pick-y, Picky
As I’ve mentioned previously, I despise the fall, for a number of reasons. But in the spirit of the season, we embarked as a family on the customary, New England required fall family experience: Apple & Pumpkin Picking. For those of you that have not had the thrill of participating in such an event, please let me share it with you. You know the apples that come in a bag in the produce section of your local grocery store? Well, in the fall, those are simply not.good.enough. Why buy those when you can drive out of state, hit a field, and pick them yourselves?? Why buy 3lbs of apples, when…
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Go 4th And Prosper
This weekend we celebrated #4’s 6th birthday. As I was snuggling her to bed the night before her birthday, she peeked up at me with a smile and said, “Tomorrow, I will be alive for six years!” Her statement filled me with emotion; in the darkness of her room, I got teary-eyed. Because six years flies by so fast, yet paradoxically, six years is a long time. Let me tell you a bit about my #4. Six years ago, The Captain and I were at a stalemate over the size of our family; I was satisfied with three kids. Yup, that was good. Three was slightly out of the man-to-man…
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Tomorrow I’ll Follow The Sun
(Also appeared in Huffington Post Blog as “They Won’t Remember The Clean Towels”) I missed the sun yesterday. Not as in, “aw, I wish it was sunny today. I miss sun.” Nope- we’ve had quite a few decent days here in the Northeast since winter began releasing it’s vice-like grip from our weather. But our Sunday was beautiful; a made-for-order spring day where the grass is suddenly greener, the sun is warm, inviting, and glinting like diamonds off every metallic surface. Or so it appeared. Through the windows of my house. Weekends tend to be crunch-time for me; with everyone home, the laundry quickly piles up, the sink is endlessly…
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Nobody’s Perfect
I’m not cured yet, but I’m making greats strides in my recovery… by sheer force. Confession #1: I’m a reformed perfectionist. It’s not that I think I’m perfect; or near it, for that matter. Regardless, I still strive to do things well, in all areas. I’m a people-pleaser. I care about what others think of me, maybe too much. I want to do my job well- any job that I have. It was easy, way back when. Top grades. Good college. Met a man that swept me off my feet, loved me, & married me. Landed my first excellent teaching job using my degree. Made lots of money. Kept our…
