I have a rule about shots. I don’t do them. Ever. I am not a big drinker. In college? Yes. Yes indeed (we’ll go ahead and leave it at that). As a 37 year-old? Not so much. My husband doesn’t drink, and thus I rarely drink at home unless we’re hosting friends for dinner. From … More Eight. Shots. Later.
My day started out lovely. I got up at five to try to get myself together before I had to get the little girls up for camp which then involves breakfast, hustling them to get ready, packing cold lunches, packing up their backpacks, and dropping them at the bus by 7:20. For someone who, for … More I’m. About. To. Brighten. Your. Day.
You know how every once and awhile you have a moment in which you look around and really see things? Whether it’s how much you love your family, or how remarkable your spouse is, or how much you adore your girlfriends, or how well you really do your job? I had one of those yesterday. … More Standing. Appointments. With. Joy.
Last night I had one of those conversations you never want to have about your own child. I was out with the moms of some of my oldest little girl’s friends. After a few had left, one of them told me she had to tell me something. Insert scary music here. Last Friday, on the … More Girlfriends. Are. A. Girl’s. Best. Friend.
I don’t typically take or make personal calls at work. Recently, due to an increase in staff, I was moved from an office with a door back to a cube. This is where you picture me like Dylan McKay, after he’d learned of his wife’s untimely death, in the middle of the rainy street on … More Clutch. Move.
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While it’s been a long week, and today has been a particularly challenging day, in retrospect it’s been wickedly wonderful. All of it. So rather than talk about the rough patches (we’ll save that for tomorrow shall we?) I’m going to focus on the good stuff. Nothing screams adulthood like this does…alleluia I have finally reached … More A. Wickedly. Wonderful. Week.
When I was a little girl I had a small obsession with Disney. It wasn’t the princesses. It was all of it. With cousins in L.A., I was lucky enough to go to Disneyland each time we visited, so I was able to go several times as a kid. Disneyland was, in my mind, the … More Teensy. Little. Things.
This will be short. It’s been a whirlwind of a day and I will have a lot to talk about in tomorrow’s post. It’s Girls’ Night Out tonight. All day I’ve been lamenting about what to wear. Nothing felt good enough, or cute enough, or hot enough, or young enough. I was ready to settle. … More Leggings.
I fear this will be on the longer side…sorry… Eight years ago I was working for a local nonprofit managing one of their statewide programs. I loved my job but my boss was crazy. I survived a year with her while most of my colleagues ran for the hills after a few weeks or months. … More More. Like. Her.