Once, when Lela was a baby, she took her diaper off and made use of her few moments of naked freedom by pooping on the floor. Carlie called frantically for me, and when I walked in the room, she pointed at the mess and said “Lela (GAAK) pooped (GAAK) on the floor (GAAAAAK)” and then […]
Category Archives: Getting Older
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I’m just like most people – I don’t really like thinking about my mortality. I get consumed by daily life and sometimes years fly by before I stop and realize how quickly time is passing. It usually takes something significant to get my attention, but lately I’ve actually been trying to think about death as […]
Sugar and Mercy
Sugar and mercy . . . I struggle with both. To you, maybe these two things have no relationship. But for me they are strangely connected. I am a “sugar-addict” and have been as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl, if my Mom was distracted with company, I would “sneak” […]
Perspective . . . parked by a dumpster, on a rainy day, at a tiny rural gas station
Well, 41 isn’t a big deal compared to 40, but I can’t say that I look forward to birthdays anymore. I have to pretend to be excited about it because the kids are excited and I don’t want to be “Debbie Downer,” reminding everyone that I’m marching toward death at a rapid pace or that, […]
Poop Shoes
I sent a picture of these shoes to a friend while shopping a few days ago and here’s a peak into that text: Me: “Look at these Keens – don’t they look like someone stepped in dog poop? That designer should be fired.” Friend: “Haha! Were you tempted to try them on?” Me: “Sadly, I […]
Posts that led to a blog: Turning 40
You know those girls on the beach that you notice for all the wrong reasons? The ones who should really rethink their bikini or become more intimate friends with their razor? Well, I used to think they were out of touch with reality, but the older I get, the more I’m starting to admire them! […]
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