From the monthly archives: October 2011
Ever doubt whether or not YOU have a kid? Well…
You know you have a kid when:
You wake up with an eczema-looking pattern of little dots in your skin, stemming from those Legos you slept on – uncomfortably but too tired to care You completely melt when you ask for a hug and a little guy with a […]
It is Monday morning and the house is quiet. Hubby left for work and the wee ones are in school and kindergarden, respectively. We are now in the middle of October and the cold is setting in. I still haven’t been struck by a thunderbolt of enlightenment to tell me how I should proceed with […]
Because I grew up in a culture where it is very popular to search for God but you are considered a freak if you proclaim that you have found God, I hesitate to confess my inclination to pray. But here it is: I pray. It soothes me. When I am grateful and happy I need to direct my gratefulness somewhere […]
Hubby has a job that regularly takes him traveling. So then he leaves me with… everything. And never, NEVER do I love and appreciate him more, than when he is not here. When I am in his actual company I can sometimes barely stand him but when he is not there, I simply ache for […]
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I have a great love to share but I am afraid of opening that can of worms. I am afraid I will not be able to contain myself. And also, thinking about it makes me ache with longing. Nut a dull ache, more like a sharp pain right in my chest. But. Here goes:
I […]
From reading the headline of this entry, you probably think this is going to be about my husband. It isn’t.
It really IS about my substantial derriere.
The other day I was walking down the street and then passed from behind by a guy on a bike. As he passed me, […]
