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Mom. The Battle.

Let’s review my weekend. I was vomited on, bled on, and I carried fox pooh in my hand. I asked a child to please not put worms in his ear. And I was told that hot chocolate and fritos was a “good bwekfest cuz you get the milk and corn dat way”. I got up early and stood by while rambunctious boys sold popcorn outside a grocery store for cub scouts. I was an innocent bystander in a cub scout camping trip. I volunteered for a very fun fall festival involving a chilli (spilled on top of the vomit, blood and pooh) cook off contest, corn hole competition, face painting, DJ, moon bounce, and ghetto beer “tent”. I toured two homes for sale, one of which I will never be able to unsee, try as I might to scrub the images from my eyeballs. And I closed the weekend with a load of laundry which entailed pulling out 5 candy wrappers, 4 empty frito bags, half of a marshmallow, a stick, one used bandaid, and something that …

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Ask Me What I Did–Not What I Did Not

  Malala Yousafzai is pretty amazing. Malala was shot in the head by Taliban gunmen – her “crime”, to have spoken up for the right of girls to be educated.  She was 15 at the time.  The following year she won the Nobel Peace Prize and was named as one of Time magazine’s most influential people.  She says things like, Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world. I don’t want to be remembered as the girl who was shot. I want to be remembered as the girl who stood up. Once I had asked God for one or two extra inches in height, but instead, he made me as tall as the sky, so high that I could not measure myself… By giving me this height to reach people, he has also given me great responsibilities. The terrorists thought they would change my aims and stop my ambitions, but nothing changed in my life except this: weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage were born. But …

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10 Pennies

While my husband was at the U.S. Army War College I attended FLAGS–Facilitating, Leadership and Group Skills. It’s a one-week workshop for milispouses to refine skills in leading, guiding, and supporting work in groups utilizing our strengths. It was also known as the week where Mom went to work and Dad had to get the kids everywhere and take care of everything. While I was there we were told that we, metaphorically speaking, get 10 pennies each day to use how we wish. How we spend them is up to us. When the pennies are spent we are operating at a deficit–read We should leave mom alone right now. Pennies are to patience what calories are to food. These all cost at least one penny: Don’t eat that off of the floor! Where are all the couch cushions? Don’t lock your brother in the garage! Look where you are peeing! You can have a favorite shirt but not a favorite pair of underwear! Leave his butt alone! Please don’t carry the dog on your head! …

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Merry Go Round

I’m that kid running alongside the merry go round trying to get on, succeeding, getting dizzy, jumping off, spinning into dirt, hearing my friends giggling as they whirl by, walking lopsidedly home, getting called back, doing it all again. Hello. This has been my last few weeks.  Heck, this has been my last few years. Forget it, it’s been my life.  Dirty, dizzy, giddy, busy, going in circles? I’d like to at least think my circles are widening as I become wiser.  My merry go round is more the circumference of Pluto vs the playground equipment of childhood.  Whoosh–it still goes just as fast but more ground is covered. I have a friend who calls the merry go round ride the Joyless Go Round of Death, I think that is a little creepy extreme and possibly a tad negative. I prefer to be more positive. It is all about attitude, isn’t it? I am constantly preaching this to my young boys. There are many things in life you cannot change but you can always change your …

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Disco Tagged

  My iPhone is trying to tell me something. I was texting with my friend, we will call her Deirdre, and I was trying to do the “kdnvoiadjfnnlkjie” text which we all know means complaining with total frustration when my phone autocorrected it just as I hit SEND. Gagged bluefin shake   I couldn’t have made that up if I tried. I then tried to use the word “discouraged” and I was auto corrected–again. Disco tagged   I am disco tagged. We both agreed this was an improvement over discouraged. She told me she needed to get something done like take out the fishes. Which to me conjures up something way better than unloading the dishwasher. Naturally, the universe via my iPhone, is trying to tell me something. Lighten up. Life lessons are much easier to understand when watching someone else’s unfold in a movie, or in a book, when written by an author that you know doesn’t kill off the main character.  You know there is suppose to be that testing phase that is …

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Here.

  We are a military family. Last June I moved to DC.  The previous June I moved to Pennsylvania. This June I’m not moving. It feels weird. I hate moving but it proves as a great distraction. I can purge. I can hope. I can say good riddance. I can use it as an excuse. I can put things off until I get “there”. So I’m here. I’ve got my kids acclimated. I’ve unpacked. I only get lost 50% of the time. Our moving claim was processed…umm yesterday, for real. Now what? It’s been almost 11 months. Maybe “now what?” could have happened earlier. But there were the holidays. And the snow. And all the flu epidemics. And the fleas. There were house guests. And mini trips. And stuff. All the things I said I could put off until I got here and it’s here, and it’s been here. Here is so right now. Here is so much more fun when it is tomorrow. Tomorrow is full of promise and here is full of all the …

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Memories of a Yard

I don’t really look back. It’s a waste of my energy. I let the good stuff propel me forward and I do my best to let the bad go. And every so often a mixture of the both will come back to visit. I say hello, learn what I can, and brush myself off. And nostalgia, well, that’s the same thing. I mean it happened. It’s over. Glad we had fun. Glad it was good. But you can’t live in the past. Even though, every so often I get nostalgic. I miss my old house. It was home. But I’m also glad we are free of it. To say that the house was labor intensive and required bags of money to maintain is to say that this winter Boston just got some snow or Donald Trump’s hair is just a little weird—it’s an understatement. However, despite all the work and money, the backyard was my oasis.  When Spring is in the air I remember my love hate relationship I had with it.  Oh the yard …

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The Month of Jen

  Dear Gentle Reader, I LOVE my birthday. Or I did. Up til a few years ago I celebrated my birthday for a full month. I was giddy over it like a flea at a dog show. And as I’ve evolved into my 40’s  higher numbers have not phased me a bit. What has phased me is incredible bad luck that has now been associated with my birthday month–causing me to want to shake it like a lousy rat. There’s more to this caper called March then I bargained for—and just like cheap bourbon I am going to put it on ice.  The month of March has been like a sewer and I’m going to lift the manhole cover.  The month of March has been like a sick cockroach in a greasy diner and I’m calling Big Al.  I don’t really know what that means but I like it. The facts. During the Month of March years past: -I woke up at 1:20 am on my birthday and proceeded to crawl inside toilet bowl expelling everything since …

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My Dog Has Fleas

  March 11, 2015 Are you there God? It’s me, Margaret…I mean Jen. Really? Apparently, if you put flea medicine on a freshly bathed dog it doesn’t work. And, yes, you can get fleas when there is 4 feet of snow. And, apparently, my dog is severely allergic to fleas. Also, potions and magic elixirs do not work with fleas. All those websites that say “Use Lavender!”, “Drown them with Soap!”, “Vacuum!”, “Peppermint!”, “Apple Cider Vinegar!”, “Sing to the New Moon on a Month ending in Y while sprinkling something that can only be purchased from Someplace Obscure for Money-Money-Money!”   Yeah. No. So after a trip to the vet and $276.00 I now have steroids, antibiotics, and Flea Pill 1 and Flea Pill 2. I also have a long list of more things to vacuum, wash, bomb, spit on, and study.  Study because that is what I do now. I stare at things. I dare the fleas to show themselves. Which they do, just only ON my dog while sitting on freshly washed you name it. My extra …

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Saturday Love #Unthwarted

Well Hello Gentle Reader, I bought some pants. Pants. Pants. Glorious Pants. They were marked down so much at TJ Maxx that they were practically free. I did not try them on. I guessed at the size and when I put them on at home they actually fit. Happy, happy pants dance. I would use exclamation points but remember I gave them up.  People over-punctuate. I got my hair cut and it did not suck. I do not look like a 6th grade boy, a muppet, or someone before an ambush make-over. I have a head cold that is allowing me to function today. I cannot smell but I still enjoyed my Colombian coffee regardless.  Side note: As I type this I just yelled at my kids “Hey NO talk like that!” as one told the other that they were, and I paraphrase, “…an unfortunate choice for a brother”.  Apparently drinking Colombian coffee gives me an accent. I bought a rug that does not exactly match my room and semi-clashes with my couch, however it works …