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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…
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Let’s Not Be Catty
November 23, 2013 Memo From Management to Fellow Management & Employees: re: Company Feline Protocol ____________________________________________________ We are writing in order to update you regarding our new policy concerning the company’s feline entity, who shall for the purpose of this memo be referred to simply as “the cat”. A formal complaint has been lodged by “the cat” against lower level employees regarding the consistent lack of maintenance and productivity on “the cat’s” behalf. In investigating these claims, management has also observed numerous infractions against company protocol. Harassment in the workplace: “The cat” has alleged that on several occasions, she was aggressively accosted by employees. She claims that she has been harassed numerous…
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It Just Doesn’t Add Up
Yesterday was one of the first nights in awhile where only two of my older three kids had math homework. One of them didn’t, because she had a unit test in math. Thank God. Because after the previous night’s study session, I’m doubly appreciative of the break from math today. I don’t know if said child passed the test. And I’m not sure that I would have, either. Yeeeaaah. Math. Ugh. Confession to make: I’m math-phobic. I’m terrible with numbers. Absolutely horrendous. While I adore words- both reading them and writing them- having to use numbers is enough to put me into a cold sweat. Right now, an indignant math lover…
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Birthday Boy
Another busy week… and another birthday in the family. Yup, we end up celebrating a birthday roughly every five seconds or so… Tuesday was #3’s- a.k.a. The Boy- 8th birthday. Ah, this guy. #3 is a sweet, kind little boy with a gentle heart and extreme love for his family. When asked what he wanted for his birthday, his response? “Oh, mom, you guys are so great and always get me nice things. You can me whatever you want.” *Heart melts* And he truly meant it, too. He’s the quiet guy, unless it comes to Wii games. Then, back away. Because you’re liable to get hit, either with a remote,…
