Carolina
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Expletive Deleted, As This Is A Family Blog
Dear Tropical Storm Lee, I hate you. Signed, Me ******************************************************* I was supposed to fly to NC today, to join my sisters and mother on a fun jaunt in Brevard. Instead, I’m stuck in the house with two stir crazy kids and Backyardigans on repeat. Not quite the disappointment that poor Suzy JD suffered, when her long-awaited vacation to the Outer Banks was cancelled by Irene. But still – LAMESAUCE. So instead of cocktails and girl chat and wedding planning and seeing my beautiful sister in her beautiful wedding dress having her bridal portrait taken, I get to do laundry, listen to Thomas the Tank Engine, and trip over the…
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Fairy tale
Once upon a time, back in the days before my marriage, I still lived with my oldest younger sister. We lived together in a tiny grayish house in Hillsborough, North Carolina, a town that still holds my heart, though I try daily to forget it and devote myself body and soul to my new home on the Gulf Coast. (I will never give up hope that one day we’ll return.) We are sisters, she and I – close in age, in spirit, in friendship, even now with ten hours’ drive to separate us (thank god for g-chat). We are sisters and thus we sometimes get along like no two unrelated…
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A Question for the Masses
OK, so you have a 2 way stop. As you pull up to the stop, there is already somebody waiting at the other stop sign across the street from you. She wants to turn left, and is waiting for a break in traffic. You want to go straight. Who has the right of way? I always presumed it was her, because she got there first, and isn’t it the person who gets there first the one who gets to go first? She presumed it was me, and when I didn’t go she flipped me a double bird and screeched “You Fecking Barch” out the window at me. I…
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Subway Sandwiches and other Mundane Things
Another craving – Subway sandwiches. Oh. Man. Don’t tell my husband this (Professor, stop reading now), but I’ve probably bought 2 Subway sandwiches a week for lunch in the past month. Before being blindsided by hormones, I was a brown bagger – I bought lunch out maybe once a month, if even that. I was so good. But since I became a hormonal house of cards, and thereby a little lazier in virtually every aspect of life (hellooo, I’m busy building a human right now, I do NOT have time and energy to make a sandwich), I’ve begun cheating. Frequently. So this weekend I’m planning on buying some nice hoagie…
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Anniversary Adventures
Pizza and chips. That’s all I want. Morning noon and night. I’m shoving down fruit, choking down peas and broccoli, pinching my nose and swallowing tuna and other fish, but all I want all I want want want want is pizza. It’s crazy. I’ll be giving birth to Papa John in 6 months, just you wait. It’s raining outside – can I get a HEY YEAH for North Carolina! I’m working hard, catching up on all the stuff I didn’t do while chilling in the bathroom for the entire month of September, and it does feel kind of good, yes. So good, in fact, that I’m going to take a…