To say I have a lot to be thankful this week as obvious as saying a hawk thinks bunnies are a wonderful appetizer.
Our local hawk trying to make our bunnies his free meal
In fact I have so much to be thankful for that I am at a loss for words. Or maybe just the energy to write them. Hence my being MIA this week. Yet here I am wanting to share my week and a half of thanks: Continue reading
Driving home from Children’s the other day, I passed 15 men and women with cups in their hands asking for coin. Wearing signs that they were homeless and please, anyone help them. Before I hit the expressway I passed a bridge where 9 men were sitting in the shade all of their worldly possessions in the carts surrounding them. This led to my recent Facebook rant post:
I love the Patriots. But am I the only one who wishes as much research, money and attention were spent on rare syndromes, autism and mental health issues as have been spent on the amount of air in a football? Continue reading
Over the weekend I sent this text sent to my friends: Dear God I somehow have THREE dresses and one pant outfit in my shopping bag. And no shoes.
Am I the only one a little freaked by this news? Continue reading
Early readers of this blog will remember when I used pseudonyms for the girls. Bridget was known as Boo (my pet name for her) and Abby was Allie (after her then favorite TV character). I was so unsure about this blog world, I wanted to do what I could to protect my children. Then I went “public” to my friends and family with this blog’s existence. People around town (and in her school) began calling Abby by her pseudonym when we were out and about. She was a little confused, and so were they when she gave them an odd look and corrected them. Continue reading
A recent Facebook conversation led to a post wondering why women seem to have such difficulty accepting compliments. Click here to read why my feelings over at BlogHer.
It started simply enough. Since we met, we have always had a dog. First it was “my” dog, Max. Max was a terror. She didn’t like anyone but me. Until she was won over by David and then it was the three of us. We were happy. Then Max died and we broke a little.
Our family was incomplete. Less than a month later we had Baxter. Baxter was awesome. The dog that didn’t need training. Baxter was an only child until Abby came along. He went everywhere with us. If we were in the car, so was Baxter. He was our companion, our first born and one who would live in our hearts to this day.
To say February, March and April have been incredible would be like saying …. okay there is not one analogy I could make here that even comes close to the feeling I have in this moment. This is probably close to the expression I am wearing on a full-time basis.
But….(because there is always a but) I am conflicted with feelings of jumping up and down with joy with simultaneous worry that I am bragging or being obnoxious. Add in feelings of oh not worthy, crap when is that other shoe not only going to drop but kick me in the head. I’m a bundle of emotions. Continue reading
Okay, I admit it. I still cannot believe I am a Voice of the Year award recipient from BlogHer. Seriously I am still in awe and am frequently heard telling David, HOLY CRAP I’m going to New York and getting an award. The same award Wil FREAKING Wheaton is getting. I’m can now play six degrees of separation with Kevin Bacon. I promise I will stop gushing soon. Maybe not today, but I will try to stop by tomorrow.
Anyhow, here is the post BlogHer Voices of the Year chose for an award. Yes, I will be saying I’m an award winner for the next 80 years. Sorry, but you’ve been warned. “Sometimes” was originally published on 09-AUG-2014 when I had a really bad day. It’s not pretty…it’s pretty raw. I’m feeling much better today, I’m an award winner after all. Continue reading
The other day I wrote about a movement on Twitter, #ToTheGirls. The premise is what would you want a girl child to know? As the mother of two young daughters, here are ten things I want a boy in their life to know. Funny, how similar it is to my list for the girls: Continue reading
Today’s throwback post is in memory of Colby. A bright and beautiful boy who was taken from his parents by SIDS. Three years ago after they lost their first born son, my friends started Colby’s Crusade to raise awareness, money for research to prevent another parent’s worse nightmare.
I ask everyone reading this post to donate today to the Spring for SIDS campaign. A campaign Colby’s parents participate in every April. No parent should ever put their baby down for their last nap.
(Originally posted on 16-DEC-2014) Continue reading
(Un)Diagnosed and still okay 