September 2007

Creating The Perfect Cuppa

September 7, 2007

It’s been far too long since I’ve dedicated myself to that blissful cuppa that begins my day. Grind fresh beans. Use clean, filtered water. Brew slowly. Inhale deeply. Smile wickedly. Taste the love.

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I Was Content With The “Tampon Talk”

September 7, 2007

I no longer pull out glue sticks and finger paints to do activities with my children. They’re just getting too old for that so our time is spent doing other things. We play family friendly video games at times, play Guess That Movie By This String Of Quotes I Have Memorized, and once in a [...]

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My Sisters, My Sons…

September 6, 2007

Historians run in my family. I come by this honestly as witnessed by my sister, Tracy, who mentioned her role as a historian (Do you have a historian as a friend, dear reader? Because they are worth knowing. Go on and get you a sister who KNOWS EVERYTHING. Ok, I kid. My sister teaches me [...]

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Coffeelessness

September 5, 2007

Two days with no coffee. Two days of not getting enough sleep and not getting up in time to make coffee and not having time to stop before work. Two. Crappy. Days. Send help.

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Just A Little Girl

September 5, 2007

There once was a girl and she was little. Not in the sense of her height. In fact, in that sense she was not little at all. She held her head high and it made her seem all the more colossal. She was little in age, but again, not in her wisdom. She was a [...]

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Almost Ready For Chai

September 4, 2007

Damn if the weather hasn’t changed almost instantly in the mornings and made me ready for chai. Panera makes an iced chai that I got one day this warm weekend, but it was sickly sweet and too much. This morning I’m making my own chai from this blend that I got toward the end of [...]

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The Church of Baseball

September 4, 2007

Most people spend the Labor Day weekend grilling food, swimming one last time before the neighborhood pool closes, and soaking up some sun. I spent it with a gooey substance dripping from my eyeball, sleeping after taking Benadryl, and taking my boys to the Abraham Lincoln Library for a lesson in the consequences of hatred. [...]

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