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The Centipede: Not Just A Fun Dance

You can’t have a good day everyday. If you did then you wouldn’t notice that they were good because you’d have nothing to compare them to. Bad days exist for the sole purpose of giving you context for the good ones. I’ve had gotten a lot of context in the last several days. Context that

This One’s For Renee

So the other day I made mention of Jay commenting sarcastically that it was hard for him to be at home while he was studying because he had to watch me put the girls to bed, do dishes and fold laundry (he forgot to mention what gets accomplished in the 3 post-work, pre-bedtime hours). My

Dear Cox Communications

Dear Cox Communications, You may not know this cause really you don’t know me all that well, so let me fill you in on a wee secret. Chances are at 8:42 p.m. I’m dragging my raggedy ass to the couch with every ounce of being I have left in me, which isn’t much at that

Here’s To Us: One Year of Medical School Down

I’m popping the top on the last does-it-count-as-drinking-alone-if-Lucy-is-sitting-in-my-lap beer of the first year of medical school with the sweet song of Bob crying in the background and Nola’s feet running down the hall I’m sure to lay the groundwork for her defense – man that girl is going to make a damn good lawyer someday.

In Celebration of Today I Ate Mayonnaise

It has been one of those weeks. I was kind of due for one. I haven’t had one in a while. I had kind of started to wonder if all that fish oil I had started taking  was just really really powerful, or if it has just been a while since I’d had one of

Teaching Nola the Code of Women

Last night while sitting on the cold tile bathroom floor at the gym getting the girls changed for gymnastics Nola says, “Mom you need to lose some weight.” And I just looked at her. And apparently my look told her that is was a rude thing to say cause she jumped right in with “But

There she goes

So I am officially a working mother. I mean, yeah, I’ve been a working mom for five years now. But there was always this daydream that we might win the lottery or find some way to make a lot of money that wouldn’t take A. any work B. any time or C. any upfront investment,