Abigail has no true interest in potty training. I mean, she has two potties, and will talk about going, but putting it all together is a hill we’ve yet to climb. This, however, doesn’t stop her from asking to join me every time I go. The worst part – and it is, I’m sorry –…
Category Archives: NaNoWriMo 2013
NaNoWriMo: More Randoms
*The whole “I’ll-Give-You-A-Number” and you share things no one knows about you meme that’s going around on Facebook is decidedly difficult when you’re a person who has few secrets. I mean, I have them, but the sort of secrets that most people share are ones I’ve already revealed. I found myself digging deep about mustard-and-sugar…
NaNoWriMo: Random Things
*It’s Dinovember, people. Abigail is not into Barbies or princesses or dolls. There was a short spell where she loved her Bitty Baby doll, named by our original nanny, “LaLa,” but affection for whom wavered immediately after my parents bought LaLa a doll stroller and a crib. Because of course. Anyway, like a lot of…
NaNoWriMo: Small Truths #3,765
When Abigail is sick, she is kind of a jerk. I mean, all toddlers are, and I understand that, but at some point this week, when it was another middle-of-the-night, can’t-sleep, feeling-awful tromp in the dark, and Abigail insisted on sitting in my lap so she could scream at full-tilt inches away from my face,…
NaNoWriMo: Race Time
This has been The Year of Running. Though I’ve spent a goodly portion of my life running, 2013 has included two half marathons, a Ragnar and countless 5Ks, not to mention a dedication to getting up and getting out there, regardless if I had something to train for or not. (Admittedly competing in two half-marathons…
NaNoWriMo: Happy Birthday, Mom
Today would have been my mother’s 65th birthday. In years past, I’ve written extensively about my mother. We had a complicated relationship, even by regular mother/pre-teen daughter standards. She was a deeply flawed person, in the way that we all are, but likely due to a rocky upbringing and no real parental compass, those flaws…
NaNoWriMo: A Meditation on Sadness
So I started meditating this year. This summer, in fact. I’m admittedly the sort of person who is drawn to hippie things like a moth to a flame. I attribute much of this to the fact that what feels like my true calling in life – service, personal growth, health – is not anything I’m…
NaNoWriMo: This Kind Of Kid
She is the sort of kid who will say, “Mama, don’t worry. You’re a great friend.” …and the sort of kid who will demand to join me in the bathroom, sit on my lap and bark, “YOU HAVE TO GO POOP!” She is the sort of kid who, when you offer her more of something,…
NaNoWriMo: An Ode to Online
I probably should stay off of Facebook, but I can’t. After 20 years, it’s just no use. I should back up. Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows I’ve spent the good portion of my life behind a keyboard, specifically one attached to a computer. My parents were (for my taste),…
NaNoWriMo Begins
I have no intention of writing a novel. I don’t have one in me. I don’t know that I ever will. I’m just not that type of writer, or at least blogging for 14 – FOURTEEN – years turned me into the sort of writer that seems to only produce if the end result is…
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This stuff is amazing. Get it. Your dry, cracked skin will thank you.
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This sits proudly on my desk. I love it so much.
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I saved up and planned for these puppies. Some of the best money I've ever spent. I love these more than I can say.
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I decided to try enhancement products when I was training for my second marathon this year. I chose these and love them.