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Men’s Work

My grandma warned me about men’s work.  “You keep lifting/shoveling/digging like you do, and you will feel it when you are my age.  That’s men’s work!”  She’s probably right, but I am stubborn and impatient, so I end up getting myself into all sorts of mischief I really shouldn’t (there was incident with replacing the toilet seal, and then installing laminate flooring while in my first trimester).

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The Long of The Short of It

I don’t have a lot of hair. I wish I had a lot of hair. But, instead, I have a few thin strands that I keep coloring and moving around my head to create the illusion of thick, luxurious hair. My mom refers to it as ‘cat fur’… puny, malnourished, mange-infested cat fur.

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Father’s Day

I hate to say it, but I have spent most of this Father’s Day not thinking about what day it is.  Between my husband’s crazy work schedule and our other responsibilities (volunteering, t-ball) I knew we would not celebrate until his weekend, starting tomorrow.

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Exhausted

There are times when you are tired. Tired as in, “I’m going to sit down and take a load off.” I’m not that kind of tired. My 7lb-2oz.”load” was taken off April 2nd at 1:36am. That’s why I haven’t been around. What? You never even noticed. I’m just going to chalk that up as you, too, are having a”tired” kind of month. Oh, I’m not tired. I am exhausted. Exhausted is when you don’t remember your name. Exhausted is when your phone rings and you hit the timer on the microwave to stop the ringing in your head. Yes, I am exhausted.

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I was a spoiled little sick girl.

In a way, I kind of feel sorry for The Husband.

It’s not his fault that my mother was the absolute BEST caretaker in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD when I was sick.  It’s not his fault he can’t read my mind like she did and know just when I wanted a perfect grilled cheese sandwich, or when I just wanted to sit and stare mindlessly at the television. 

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Falling Apart When I’m Putting Myself Back Together

I can’t feel my left shin.  Let me rephrase that, my left shin is numb.  It has been that way for four days now.  Is this the beginning? 

What is around the corner for me, having a bottle of Tums on my nightstand?  A medicine cabinet full of aspirin and liniments (because that is what you call it when you get to a certain age)?  Metamucil taking up permanent residence on the kitchen counter? 

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Motivated Mondays – I Wear no Pants

Yes, today is Monday. It’s another one of those, “Where is my cup of hot joe so I can burn my mouth, days.” And I’m not talking the gardener or the pool guy either. Of course, to have a “Joe” I’d have to have a feasible garden or a pool (other than the blow up kind). Again, sadly I do not. You, on the other hand, might. If so, your Monday may be going better than mine. I’m sending you a virtual clap, that is if you don’t already have the real one from “Joe”. I digress, as this is a family show…

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I Am Toast

Look, there’s no revelation or light bulb that goes off. When you are pregnant, irrational thoughts such as “I don’t know why World War II couldn’t have been solved with a slice of chocolate cake and a pint of Chubby Hubby” constantly bombard what is left of your sanity. For some with a rotund belly, they dream of donuts or funnel cakes… under a blanket of powdered sugar. And yes, sometimes that blanket of powdered sugar also gets put on those fried delights as well. Given the circumstances I am craving toast; I think it started with this…

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Will a Britax Fit in that Sportscar?

Thirty-something and I find myself in counseling.  It has been immensely helpful and a positive experience.  Who knew that it is okay to talk about your feelings?  Feeeeeeeee-lings.  Maybe it was that horrible song that led me to view them as the “F” word.  Then again, it could be events of the last uhhh, thirty years or so.  I’ll stick to my song theory and blame Morris Albert (file under: One Hit Wonder). 

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Women vs. Men

Why do men have to be such…MEN! Why can’t men be like…well, US every once in a while? It would make life much easier.

When a woman is hungry, a female friend will say, “Let’s go get something to eat” or “What do you feel like? I could go for some chocolate right now.” By the time you nod yes, her coat is on and she’s grabbed her purse. Next thing you know, you’re sharing chips and salsa and waiting for you’re margaritas at the local tex-mex joint; it doesn’t matter if it’s 10:30am or 10:30pm! A man may look at you but then will return to watching tv or checking his blackberry. Sometimes, if you’re lucky and he’s starving, he may ask you what you want to do for lunch. Often communicating, “What will we be having for lunch?” Meaning, you’re making it or deciding where to go to get it.

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