Monthly Archives: May 2011

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.”

This thought came to my mind this morning not long after I woke up.  And I have a question: am I the only one who has heard or thought that and then immediately rolled my eyes and thought, “Good God, give me a break with this sanctimonious crap”?

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She smiled when she thought about the times they had shared. That crazy night when they won tickets to the concert and ditched work to go… and she had been introduced to Jose Cuervo. The night she had run interference and kept the roaming hands at bay. Another night when she stepped in just in time to stop a Best Bottoms contest from turning into a Best Thong contest (or worse). The night of the dancers and the Meg Ryan moment. The time they had been pulled over for her climbing in the truck back sliding window – while they were driving down St. Thomas Drive. Kids at the beach. Dancing all night and watching the sun come up from the car on the drive home. Cooking and drinking wine. Marathon conversations. The surgery and the dinner. Painting bedrooms. Meeting guys. Crying and smoking and laughing and shopping. Being understood and accepted. Sharing and discussing every detail of their lives…IN exhauting detail. Having adventures. Flowers and weddings and a funeral. Somehow they had lived through it all. She was not sure how they had made it, but she was pretty sure it was because they had had each other. It had been the 90s, they had been in their 20s and it had been divine. Read More

I know it is coming.  And a part of me is sad about it every single day and with every kiss Ezra spontaneously gives me.  I read a post on Rants from Mommyland and realized that I had put off writing this post for too long.  No matter how hard it is, I have to do it.  If I don’t, I might forget or put it off too long and never do it.  And in the time that is coming, I will desperately want these memories. Because one day, a day that I know will be here much, much too soon, memories of this are all I will have.  Read More

1. If you think we are high maintenance, you really need to rethink what we put up with from you. Clothes beside the hamper.  That damn toilet seat.  And the ultimate example: ‘You men have no idea what we’re dealing with down there. Teeth placement and jaw stress and suction and gag reflex and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don’t call it a job for nothing!’ (Samantha, SATC) Read More

For the last week or so I have been hearing people scolding those celebrating the death of Bin Laden; people pissed because Bush is getting credit; people vehemently pointing out that Obama did not pull the trigger and is therefore gets no credit; and people accusing the government of lying and making the whole thing up.   

None of this was on the news or partisan talk shows.  It was from friends and co-workers I interact with everyday.  Yesterday I was pissed and aggravated.  Today I am just resigned to wonder why we even bother. 

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I just read about a blogger who is going through a divorce.  Her husband decided he did not want to be married anymore and left her and her one year old son.  It brought back the memory of my own separation and divorce.  I wrote this piece shortly after getting my own life back from a failed marriage.  It took almost a year for me to do it and, while it was gut-wrenchingly hard, it was the second best thing I have ever done.
One Sentence.
It was that one sentence that stuck with her. Just one sentence and she did not know if she would ever forget or get over the sting. It wasn’t even the worst thing he had said about her. Not by far. He had said some pretty horrible things, but that one sentence struck to the heart of her and changed her perspective. She supposed she should be grateful for it, but the sting was still there. Read More

It is official.  The first maternity clothes of the pregnancy have been purchased and worn.  No going back now. 

Jay asked me what happened to all the maternity clothes I had from Ezra.  Well, ladies, we all know, now don’t we?  I did what we all do: gave those things away to the first pregnant woman I came across so I could (as quickly as possible) forget how huge my ass had gotten in a ridiculously short amount of time.  Read More