The summer before my sophomore year of high school, things were going well. My mom had a good job, we were settled in our rental house, there was money in the house for the first time in years – she made some comment about how positive things were and then followed up with, “Knock on wood.” And the dramatic DUN DUN DUN! should have been playing in the background. The following things went wrong in the next 7 days. Our…

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Once upon a time, there was a dorky girl who went to high school. A few years later, there was a reunion. She strangely had fun at events like this, and she was less dorky in recent years, so she decided to head westward to attend the shindig of the year. Her (awesome, hot, well hung, funny, best ever) husband declined to attend with her AND stated he would keep the tiny toddler tornadocane (TTT) with him, lest the girl…

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During our final teacher meeting on Friday, we were told that our school psych (who is rather tiring) was going to introduce two speech/debate students to do a dramatic interp (I can’t remember which category it was, but this is close) that she and several others had found quite moving and thought we should all see. Now I’m not really one to drag out a meeting so I was unthrilled about listening to more stuff. I also assumed it was…

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I didn’t know when I went to bed last night that today would be my last day of work. But when I got in the car this morning with Scout to go to work (late). I knew. When I walked into work. I knew. While I was reading the end of a book to my 5th hour class. I knew. While I was reading that book something shifted in me, and my mind wasn’t really there. Melissa looked at me…

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This is my story. It happened a couple years ago, but gets told in the present tense. I can only imagine how this would go with Alex in the mix. Why would I ever sit at my computer in a bikini top, shorts and the highest pair of boots in Scout’s closet I could find you ask? There is a MOUSE in my House. I was innocently sitting here working on stuff for a friend when this little tuft of…

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I’ve mentioned that my mom is just about one cat away from being the crazy lady on the block. I’m trying to at least disguise this fact from the neighborhood by working on her porch. Paint peeling, railing falling down, you’d think the person who lived in the house didn’t care at all about appearances except there are hand embroidered pillows on the porch swing and the cushions on the swing and the chairs are made by her hands. I…

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We’re going to have to upsize the car seat soon. Which sucks, because I’m still not over the trauma of installing the first one. We put the car seat bases in the vehicles at about Week 34. Not because we thought we would need them in the next few days, just because we were out of decent storage space in the house for 2 bases, a car seat and a stroller. Might as well put them in the vehicles, we…

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In Touchpoints, Dr. Brazelton says that when your baby does something, say pulls up on the TV and gets ready to mash the buttons, and then turns around to look at you, that s/he is looking for discipline. “Is this okay, Mommy? Are you going to do anything about it, Mommy?” I have this plant. It’s a peace lily plant. I don’t love it, because it’s a funeral plant. I got it at my grandma’s funeral, so every time I…

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In graduate school, I had a better half. Her name was Elizabeth (snicker). Elizabeth always had my back when it came to my men, my grades and my temper. She held my hand through tests, career choice, national boards, moving, my first real job. Elizabeth took care of my day to day nonsense and kept me from saying what I really thought to some choice teachers who I would have loved to give a piece of my mind. Picture one…

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Abby smiled. “It seems your daughter has donated her spice rack to the making of mud pies.” Leta wondered, “I wonder if she knows she’s donated it?” “Oh, look closer. Look at the corner of the house.” Indeed, there at the right corner of the house, right at the very edge, stood LaVerne, barely peeking around the corner to watch what the girl was doing. For a moment, she looked out at the land around her and it was as…

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