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Eight years. Eight. Years. I honestly don’t know how that happened. The last time I posted here, my kids were still small enough that I could pick them up without immediately needing a chiropractor, and apparently, I still believed I’d be a “regular blogger.” Precious. A lot has happened since then, and because no one needs a 47-chapter memoir of the missing years, here’s the condensed,

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In the words of Monty Python - "I'm not dead yet!"  I thought I was.  I felt like giving up on my blog and clearly I did give up.  It was a trend of early 2000s that I got sucked into.  All the other stay at home moms were doing it and I felt like I was part of a tribe or subculture.  We posted our thoughts, we read each other's thoughts and cheered each other on. It

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i miss my art. miss it bad. like a dear old friend has left, never to return again. my passion is to throw myself into the obsession of the moment. all in. that's been me always. i find something of interest.  the interest grows.  i obsess.  i research, read and suck the marrow out of it and then i move on. was that my art?  was art so involved that it took from

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I work in an office where we have more than our fair share of intelligent, well educated people.  Often there can be deep (and I'm not joking here) discussions about proper grammar usage.  I fit right in.  However, they take it to another level.  Common every day conversations are open to grammatical correction.  Take, for instance, the everyday greeting of 'How

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To my dear friend in Jersey (you know who you are, I love you to pieces!) who heralded the first day of summer vacation and the excitement and fun that comes with it only to find yourself completely exhausted at the end of that first day of summer vacation… I thought of you late last night- I and many of our mom and dad friends can relate to this exhaustion brought on by fun.  You are a

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 Photo from another Jennifer with a blog post on being nice: http://www.jenniferkonig.com/blog/2008/9/2/is-it-really-that-hard.html “Kindness is more than deeds. It is an attitude, an expression, a look, a touch. It is anything that lifts another person.” -          William Shakespeare I’m a happy person in general; I wake up happy and

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I’m so un-girly that it’s really quite pathetic when I do make girly attempts.  These comments come as I’m looking at a photo that was recently taken at work.  I have ended my stay-at-home mom gig to go back to my chosen profession of Executive Assistant.  I am currently working as the Executive Assistant to the CEO and President of PBS.  I’ve just finished my first

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Peaceful photo I took at Colonial Williamsburg in 2008 Moments. We all have them.  The moment you *know* you’re in love.  The moment you look into your new-born’s eyes and feel that bond.  Life-changing and all –emotional moments when you discover something riveting about yourself or someone else. Moments. I had a wholly unexpected “moment” this past Friday; at work no less!&

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My fellow blogger and personal friend is hosting a giveaway on her blog, A Lil' Welsh Rarebit. The booty?  A handmade journal and you get to pick which one you want. I've entered to win and the chose the blue journal in the ones pictured above. Click Here to go to the giveaway. Good Luck!

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My two devil-spawn; don't let the sweet faces fool you!  ;) This post is shared in particular with that small group of sympathetic and understanding sets of ears out there who either have children or sympathize with my plight.  I say plight tonight because it became apparent to my husband and I today we have two spawns of the devil living with us.  I say this because it is true

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We’ve had a hard time getting back into the swing of things after the holiday break; as a result Peter has been late to school the last two days.  Today I was determined to get Peter to school by 8:00 a.m. so he could enjoy the full half hour of free-play time before the learning begins.  In hindsight I think taking that dose of Nyquil to help me get my Z’s last night was probably not a

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Mark is out of town right now, has been since last Wednesday and won't be back until this Wednesday.  You can imagine what it means being alone with two rambunctious boys; but we're fine over all.  The big luxury with Mark out of town is access to a car all day long.  Today I drove the boys out to a diner in Silver Spring, MD.  It's an old school diner that's small, dirty (

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Peter at 18 months, Excited at  4am! I don't get out much...no it's true!  I know I didn't have to add that last phrase, but I like to humor myself that the rest of the world thinks I'm out there movin' & shakin' and having a blast doing all sorts of creative fun things like hang gliding, mountain climbing, snowboarding, rowing the Potomac, lunching (if only I actually did use

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Oh there is  no doubt my kids are going to love me the most!  When I permit them to run around in their PJs (glow in the dark by the way) all morning, eat molten lava chocolate cake at 9:30 a.m., play in the rain and bring wet toys in and out of the house...there's just no doubt they'll love me the most! More after the video: But seriously, we're stuck in the house all day today

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It's not that I'm some tea connoisseur or begin to know the "proper way" to brew or even serve tea.  I can't tell you what tea is black or green (well OK, the green is easy to tell).  I have no clue what tea is the best; I just buy what I like.  Currently my favorite is Twinings Lady Grey tea purchased at the grocery store.  I ventured out once and ordered tea from a

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I've had many, many excuses in my lifetime of why I can't make it to the gym.  But today's excuse likely falls into the realm of TMI! My body hates cheese.  It's like poison that must be ejected quickly and violently (Think Meg Ryan in French Kiss....totally me).  However, my taste buds revolt against my body by often demanding cheese....LOTS of cheese....which is what I

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There is nothing more humiliating than being the sole beginner in a "Power" Yoga class.  Tonight I continued my pursuit for fitness by attending such a class.  These classes are supposed to be for all levels but it was apparent very quickly that I was the only one in the class who hasn't been practicing Yoga since birth! The class moves quickly between poses...

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The end of Summer is here and I see many sad Facebook and Twitter statuses mourning the end.  I am rejoicing!  I'm not a fan of Summer, I walk everywhere with the kids (I'm without a car during the day); in the summer those walks become horrible sweat-fests.  I also happen to hate sweating. My favorite seasons are the in between seasons: Spring and Fall. If I had to choose one

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I think that destination "where I've never gone before" was achieved with my second pregnancy and I reached a  size....well....I won't say exactly -  but I'll  share that at  my  peak (can you  say peak for something negative?) ... at my  peak I  had  to  shop in the plus size section. I'm  no longer shopping in the

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That's it!  I've made a decision, a well thought out decision, to deprive myself of sleep.  After the last kid goes to bed at 9pm and after a good hour of quality time with the husband I will not go to bed as I usually do, I will stay up.  I will stay up, I will play some inspirational music (not religious silly - artistically moving), I might even open a bottle of wine, but most

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"If you can't drive that stupid SUV - why the heck did you buy it?!""Lady, if you can't see over the steering wheel, you have no business being in that driver's seat!" These are among the more pleasant comments I've made about women who can't driver their SUVs - don't know why I never focused on the men who can't drive their SUVs but that's a topic for another post.  I live in the city where

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Weeping Woman By: Picasso It's true.  I cried at the gym yesterday.  Not for reasons you might think.  I've signed up with a local family-owned gym that has a whole different attitude and approach to things...they ask you personal questions, they forewarn you that they will harass you when you don't show up for your work out and they give much needed hand-holding and

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Ever since my first child was born I've been struggling to strike a balance.  I realize I'm not alone in this struggle and on some level that helps but it's still my struggle.  My oldest will be four years old in January and my youngest will be 2 in March and I've still not been able to quite find that balance.  I have a pretty good reputation as an incredible assistant and I'd

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This is an old blog-post but it's new to me and cracked me up so much I had to share it:Hyperbole and a Half: I AM THE CHAMPION!!!

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Self image. If you're honest with yourself about yourself (did you follow that) - to put it plainly when you think of you as a person are you honest with yourself?  I don't mean critical but honest?   Did you immediately think of your physical attributes?  I know I did.  I'm critical too and lately I've been very, very (bordering unhealthily) concerned with my over-all

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