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Today is our 24th wedding anniversary. 2/10/90 I was 19. He was 23. What were we thinking? Twenty. Four.Years. It’s a long time. A lifetime for some of you reading this, in fact. And in that time I’ve learned A LOT. Here’s a partial list, and yes it’s bugging me that there are only 6 …
Well, maybe this WILL become a regular thing since this is week 2:). Let’s see, since we gathered here last Tuesday, a lot has happened. I WAS STRICKEN WITH THE BLACK PLAGUE (ok, it was just the flu but seriously thought I was going to die). I took TWO sick days from work. I have …
So yesterday I felt great. Actually really great. I even said to my son on the way home from school “I feel really good! Do you ever just feel really good?” I believe in writing we refer to that as foreshadowing . . . I will spare you the details, but my evening progressed strangely …
I’ve decided from time to time to post just quick updates and musings from my ridiculous life and all it’s different aspects and excitement. And it’s Tuesday so maybe we’ll always do that on Tuesday. Or maybe not. I don’t like being fenced in. So yeah, here’s the first and maybe last installment of Running …
Me and My Groom, February 10th, 1990 Yes, that is a ridiculously bold name. But I thought “The First Installment On My Journey to Look Better in a Swimsuit for my 25th Wedding Anniversary Trip*” was a little long and obnoxious so I went with something simpler;). I’m not actually sure if I’ll loose any …
Is 2014 your year? I mean, I know you already have hopes and plans and ambitions. I’m not talking about resolutions, here. I don’t believe in them. Resolutions are “pie crust promises. Easily made. Easily broken.” Thank you, Mary Poppins. But maybe, just maybe, this is the year you put an end to the excuses. …
I woke this morning to news of more violence in South Sudan. More evil. More innocent blood being shed. It’s but one story in this world of ours that is full of evil and pain and injustice. Of violence and fear and atrocity. Of one million children freezing in Syrian refuge camps and young girls …
There are seven days until Christmas and I feel like I can say that to myself in one of two ways. The first, the one I default to, the one that feels the most normal this time of year comes through a mega phone a bit like Ty Pennington on Extreme Makeover Home Edition. “SEVEN …
I’ve been after Scott to write this post for over a year. It’s a miraculous, amazing, joyful story that definitely ends with a happily ever after because I have a healthier and happier husband. He’s been my best friend since I was 18 years old, and I cannot express my pride and admiration for his …