Today is Voting day here in Massachusetts. There are many who think why bother?
I’m not sure if your realize this, but I am a tad outspoken. Just a bit, mind you. But one of my biggest pet peeves is a person who complains but does nothing to change their circumstances. Especially when it comes to politics.
There is no way that I am going to finish THAT sentence as one Halloween I did something so embarrassing there is no way I would want my mom to find out. Instead I am going to tell you how THIS Halloween I finished the 31 for 21 Challenge by posting every day. Continue reading
It’s almost Halloween. For a home that does not get one trick-or-treater it is quite amazing how much candy we eat. Or in Bridget’s case organize.
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I love to read. As in read anything as long as they are words. I sometimes embarrass Abby with my reading. Last week I was reading the new Rick Riordan book, Blood of Olympus. The fact that Abby’s classmates were also reading it made her question my level of maturity. The fact that I was having an involved discussion about the book with her friends upped my cool factor. At least I think it did.
She is probably still questioning my maturity level.
I am always nervous when it comes to school picture day. For years we received pictures of Bridget looking unfocused. She would look, for lack of a better word, off. Then she started her preschool/integrated program. Going to picture day with her therapist has been a God-send.
This year, with apologies to the grandmothers who will be horrified that I did not dress Bridget in appropriate school photo day dresses and bows, captures her spirit.
And her obsession with Elsa.
I knew 5th grade would be tough. I expected her to grow-up a little more. I expected her to gain some independence, start moving away from Barbies and Fairies to explore more of real-life heroes.
I expected this to change due to society. From her friends and classmates who seem to be growing up so much quicker than she seems to be. I did not expect her to lose the shine of innocence doing a Social Studies Project. Continue reading
You know how you cannot pick your family? Neighbors are the same. You never know if you are going to get the annoying Mrs. Cleaver or the Frat House when you move in. You just hope for the best. Continue reading
I have been blogging for about four years now. In my first year my friend Michelle at Big Blueberry Eyes began hosting the 31 for 21 challenge. Although Boo doesn’t have Down Syndrome she has a lot of friends that do. I have participated for the past three years and will do so again this year.
And this year I am starting on time, so bonus points!
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When 9/11 happened I remember turning to someone and saying in 10 years I do not want anyone to forget this moment when we were brought to our knees and then stood tall together.
Man, woman and child.
Christian, Atheist, Jew and Muslim.
Straight, Gay, Bi and Trans
Today I ask that you to remember that day when we all stood together and said we are One.
Remember where you were that day when the Towers fell. When the Field burned and the Pentagon was destroyed.
Remember those who gave their lives on that September morning.
Remember the families left behind that day.
Remember those who continue to stand for what matters.
Remember those who fought for our freedoms.
Remember those who run into burning buildings while others run out.
Remember those who keep us safe in our neighborhoods.
Remember those who keep us safe in our world.
Remember that day when the world stopped turning and we realized what matters most.
Last weekend I went to a bridal shower. The bride to be is gorgeous, happy and in love. Her groom to be is perfect for her. Together they make the perfect team. Yet as I sat at the shower I realized something.
Something that had nothing to do with love or weddings or the cake.
It occurred to me sitting there that I was not, technically (she might disagree) a “friend of the bride”.
I was a friend of the (gasp) mother of the bride.
When did this happen? When did I become that person, the friend of the parent and not the friend of the bride/groom?
More importantly, when did this little girl I have known since she was in diapers become a woman?
It is true that in a blink of an eye your child goes from crawling to driving the family car. When it is a friend’s child it is even faster. We do not see their milestones, their tantrums, their growth.
You see them around town. You go to their birthday parties and vacation with them. You see them off to college and graduate.
Then you see them meet their love and wonder…
How the hell did time pass so swiftly that I became the friend of the mother of the bride?
(Un)Diagnosed and still okay 