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Archive for August, 2007
…what to say today. I haven’t been posting much in the way of substance lately. Probably because life has been anything but substantial. Yes, I know how vague and cryptic that sounds, but give me a moment. By the time I’m done rambling there’s a wee glimmer of a chance that you might probably maybe have a clue as to what I’m going on about.
Tomorrow morning we’re going to load our two groggy girls into the[...]
I’ve nothing especially creative or original to say today. Not that I mean to imply I usually do. Because that would be arrogant. And we all know I’m humility incarnate.
I decided to strut my stuff and brag it up, because I’ve achieved a new weight loss low. Yep. I haven’t weighed this little since the summer of 2003.
Yesterday I climbed up the stairs. Two at a time. Back in the bygone[...]
I’m starting to think I might have psychic powers. Lately, my dreams have been verging on prophetic.
Example the First: I dreamt that Emma was refusing to go to bed and kept knocking on her bedroom door asking to be let out. What woke me from this dream? Emma knocking.
Example the Second: I dreamt that the girls in the church youth group I’m a leader of took up smoking. Later, in the waking world, when I opened[...]
Part One
As our characters played out their amusing storylines on the screen, Dave and I gradually got to know each other through private messages, and long emails. Handwritten letters and packages followed. There were even a few confusing phone calls during which we mocked each other’s accents and laughed a great deal. Laughter, after all, is universal. Dave’s accent? Barely intelligible.
His hand writing wasn’t exactly stellar either, but oh how his letters got[...]
While pregnant with Emma I cherished the hope of having a red headed baby. There was a tendency towards red on both sides of our family, so I thought there was a good chance.
Neil? Thought otherwise. And he all but rolled his eyes when I babbled cheerfully to friends and family about my hairy hopes.
When they first put Emma in my arms, I felt a surge of triumph. Purple scrunched up face, and vivid red hair![...]
I am married to a notoriously unsympathetic man. I’ve actually been in the midst of a serious dizzy spell, clutching at the wall for support, and had him give me a skeptical look and voice aloud his opinion that it’s all in my head.
Which really? Is an accurate diagnosis, considering that’s where the spinning seemed to be originating. Still. A wee bit of a pity please? A murmur of condolence? A pat on the back?
So today, there were two startling[...]
I’ve realized that despite being a professed lover of literature, my intellectual horizons are in severe need of stretching. For so long I’ve confined my reading to old favourites and what I like to call Fluff Fiction. My mind is feeling cramped and small, eager to push beyond my self-imposed boundaries.
I dared the library with both girls Tuesday afternoon. Becca was blissfully contented with chewing on the head of a plastic cow, while Emma reveled in the loot she’d found[...]
Who needs folded laundry right away… …when there’s cuteness like this to be had?You should have seen her face… …after I told her she was too little to go to school.
“No! I go a school!”“Sorry sweetheart, but you’re too little.”“I not too little! You too little! I a big girl! I wanna go a school!”“You can go two years from now, okay?”“Tomorrow? When a sun come out?”
That’s right, my darling. The sun will come out tomorrow.
I love my job.
