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Bites, Zits and The Speed Queen

I’ve got a huge red splotch on my nose from a bite-kiss that Maggie planted on me the other day. I knew that she got me pretty good, but when I woke up yesterday I was shocked to see the damage that she did. It kind of looks like a zit, but having a zit on the bridge of my nose isn’t exactly my idea of a dream. So it goes, right?

Things could certainly be worse, but they’re not. I came upon Maggie and Barry having a quiet moment the other morning and I about melted into a puddle because it was so cute. Maggie takes a while to wake up and they were having a quiet conversation about the upcoming events in our day….one of which happened to be the death of The Old Speed Queen.

Yep, our dryer broke. Maybe Maggie knew it was going to happen and was trying to prevent anymore dirty clothes from needing to be washed; none the less, we’re waiting until next weekend to get a new one because apparently there is a HUGE warehouse sale that we MUST attend, according to the sales guy. I figure if the sales guy is telling us to wait for the HUGE sale, we better check it out.

Either way, our laundry pile is growing, but so is the bite mark on my nose…maybe it is a zit after all.

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Up and Running or Down and Out?

Barry and MaggieTonight I really did a number on our blog. I tried to do a quick fix and for a moment I thought I lost all our content forever. I was upset, to say the least.

Barry, being the computer-nerd/genius that he is was able to rescue and restore all that I had lost. Perhaps I need to become a bit more familar with how to do things around here so it isn’t a huge disaster zone when I try to do a little clean up.

Anyhow, it is wayyyy late and our house went to bed long ago, along with Maggie and Syd. Barry is finally getting to go to bed and I’ve been told to see if I can get a quick post up and then I’ll go shut my eyes too.

So, test-test, one-two, test-test. Are you there? Is it working?

 

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On Making Assumptions

Oh, Christmas. It came and it went and some parts I loved, some I liked and some I tolerated. Isn’t that just life though? I’ve got moments that I really love and could relive a million times over, moments that I’m okay just remembering and moments that I only wish I could forget.

I recently had a moment, in which I’m not willing to share the details, that I wish I could forget. Of course, because I want to forget it, I most likely won’t and that makes it all the more painful to remember.  So, I trudge on and carry the moment with me.

I’ve been working hard to find my rhythm and I pretty much have. I’ve been living on Cloud 9, but when this moment happened – remember, the one I want to forget – it was a reminder that not everyone I come in contact with views this time in my life with rose colored glasses.

I assume that people see the joy that I feel in my life. I assume that people see that I’m more in love with my husband than I ever have been. I assume that people see the happy child we’re raising. I assume that people see the time I take to myself to maintain my health, body and mind. I assume that people see me becoming a better version of myself – with the new title “mother” attached. I assume that people see the pure happiness that is my entire life.

So, as I stash this moment away and hope that I never, ever have to dust it off the shelf, I’m wondering what part of that moment I’m supposed to keep. Because certainly there is a silver lining in there somewhere. Perhaps I’ll figure out what that is sooner than later, but right now I’m going to assume that keeping calm and carrying on is enough.