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Update

I’ve been in the midst of this and that and in the middle of here and there and thus I have not had time to post much.  So here is an update. I thought it would be easier to show you. We bought a house and are moving in a few weeks.  Important to note I bought the house without anyone else (Husband) seeing it and hoped they would like it after it was purchased. We, meaning me, have to move ourselves. Husband has to work. It’s not a military move–it’s just us thinking it would be great fun to move 1 mile. I work, helping you, fix your houses, and helping you sell your houses. I have two new realtors I work with who are wonderful. I just did this and I liked how it came out. Last summer we planned a huge trip that is taking place in just a few weeks. Backpacks only. You bring what you can carry. Kids too. Everything has to be well thought out. We are going There: We …

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Kid’s Swim Teams, The Olympics, and America. Love.

I love my kid’s swim team. I love the Olympics. I love the 4th of July. And right now they all feel a little bit like the same thing. What’s more Americana than elementary through high school age kids shoulder to shoulder cheering each other on despite age, gender, color, religion, ethnicity, or ability? Seriously. There isn’t. There is zero difference in the courage level between the Olympic swimmer and the 8 year old in regards to standing on that starting block waiting for the buzzer. There is zero difference between the Olympian’s Mom and the 8 year old’s Mom once that buzzer goes off and you see your baby racing his butt off putting forth more determination, drive, and strength of spirit than even you knew he had. And there is zero difference between the Olympic spectators and the local swim meet’s when you are screaming your lungs out as they are approach the finish and it’s so close it could be First, it could be Second. My whole family is involved in our swim …

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Moms and the Month of June

  June is always ridiculous. I called the orthodontist to see if she could reschedule my 11 year old’s appointment or give me an extra 15 minutes because I wasn’t sure we could make it on time. She said you must be having one of those busy days-and then I interrupted and actually told her why and what was making me busy– “You see I’m teaching about an artist at 2pm in this very son’s classroom and just before that I have to go see a lady about the 8 foot octopus that I am making for vacation bible school and I really shouldn’t move the appointment because there just isn’t any other day and can you hold on because I think the UPS guy is here with the knickers that I just ordered for the Colonial Days reenactment we are having at school Friday”. She laughed, albeit somewhat nervously, but that was all the encouragement I needed because I then launched into– “I have to melt paraffin. Have you ever melted paraffin? I mean I …

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Sound Your Barbaric YAWP

Bluk. I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.  ~Walt Whitman-Leaves of Grass Your “barbaric yawp” is like your battle cry…how you would announce yourself to the world and let them know who you are.  Reflect your inner self…loudly, explosively and truthfully! Again, Bluk. That’s how I feel right now when I think about Barbaric YAWPs. We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the …

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The Proclamation of More Travel

Oh Gentle Reader, I read the travel section of last week’s newspaper today. It should be telling that I am reading Sunday’s paper the following Saturday–it takes me that long. Or that I keep only the Travel and Arts sections. Yesterday I made a Proclamation to my husband. He knows when this happens that he must adhere because when I Proclaim then that is – it. “We are going to Denmark and Belize.” I should add a Dammit to that statement as well. You see, gentle reader, my soul gets a little lost moving. My soul gets sidetracked with kids. My soul gets hijacked with the plastic to do’s. You know the to do list that isn’t saving or seeing the world but organizes the produce drawer in the refrigerator. My soul takes a back seat to the rest of the household and when time is freed soul is too tired. I walked the dog last week (foreshadowing for The Proclamation) after a margarita infused meal and shouted into a cell phone (so sorry Althea) …

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Ridiculous is Good.

I told my husband he should take the Christmas inflatables down because it was going to rain. So he did, and then set them back up–only in a different place. I wasn’t expecting to see them when I innocently opened the door to the garage–staring back at me, motors whirring, all lit up in the dark–in the garage. It’s like the flipping Thanksgiving Day Parade. Inside. Our garage. Everytime I open the door I forget they are there. Every single time. So I’m yelling at my 8 year old to stop jumping on the couch and for my 10 year old to stop telling the 8 year old to jump higher and I start giggling because I just opened the door to the garage. *** Last night we watched the movie The Martian (awesome). The hero, Astronaut Mark Watney, played by Matt Damon, gets stranded on the planet Mars, by mistake. His crew accidentally leaves him behind because they think he is dead. So much is wrong with that last statement. I mean when you think bad day you at …

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  Things have been busy over here. In no particular order… My dog threw his back out (for real). I was carrying him up and down the stairs on an orange plastic cafeteria tray. I broke my index finger into a hundred pieces so I can only type with one hand. We drove to Florida for Thanksgiving which was ridiculously long but the trip was worth it–lots of family we haven’t seen in too long. My house was in full mode operation Christmas which translated into chaos. My dishwasher flooded my kitchen and basement–multiple times–while people were sleeping below it. We drove to Syracuse for New Years where I ate soap and experienced pickle back shots. We came home exhausted and with two sick little boys. And as I type this the dishwasher is flooding the kitchen, again. Amid the chaos was the good and the bad. Some self-perceived, some not. The Holidays are like the ultimate testing ground–any chinks in the armor are magnified 100 fold. And endings seem to be hauntingly present, by endings I mean …

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Happy Veteran’s Day

For a brief time, which lasted about 17 years, I was in a hurry. My active duty husband was always on the heels of a deployment or trip or an extended trip or a training or new orders that would mean lots of hours or tons of travel or something and it was always something. (I hear you saying Amen.) My life was defined by these catch phrases- …hurry up we need to get this in before you deploy. …hurry up we need to get this in before we move. …hurry up we need to do this before you leave. Time crawls for those who are missing someone. I know firsthand. And yet, how is it when the clock is counting down for the next departure–time speeds up and moments move at lightening speed? On our 10 year anniversary of being a couple I did the math and realized that in over 10 years—10 consecutive months was the longest we had ever been together, the rest of it was long distance. And all of that is normal for a military family. It’s been …

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You Can Be Anything You Want–Love, Mattel

I don’t know if it’s from lack of sleep (stomach flu in my house-AGAIN), or that I’m a mother of children, or that I was once a little girl, or that I flipping hate stupid-awful-sexy-everything-stupid-sexist-dumb costumes for girls and this is so refreshing to see, or that — to give hope and inspire is a powerful thing, or, maybe, it’s all of the above, but when I saw this it made me cry. Mattel you totally got this right. Happy Be Anything You Want Day aka Halloween #GirlPower Jen

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Dear Circadian Rhythm

  Dear Circadian Rhythm, You are not my favorite right now. I just found out that you are not a cricket nor something involving fertility. I didn’t know there was a reason (you) for why I am productive from 8 to 11 am and then not really again until 10 pm–sharp. I did not know that for most people, there are general times of the day when they feel the most energetic physically and when they feel mentally sharp and focused, and that these peak periods of physical and mental energy USUALLY DO NOT coincide. Seriously? And this all falls under your area Mr. Circadian-Let’s-Totally-Mess-With-Them-Rhythm. I’m really not trying to attack you. I’m not. But I feel like a total slacker everyday from 2 pm to 6 pm and apparently that is NORMAL. I could’ve used this information a bit sooner. Lapses in concentration are suppose to happen. Our mental acuity peaks in the morning! I’m suppose to feel tired in the afternoon because you set that up with the whole natural light fading and evening approaching …