Travel
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Examinations
. . . approacheth. More importantly, however, I have to register for classes tomorrow morning, and I’m having a devil of a time deciding what I want to take. There are tons of classes I want to squeeze in. I’m torn between Business Enterprises (every lawyer must know this, it’s on every bar) and Income Tax (blah, except the teacher is supposed to be the best at the school, really cool and funny and makes it fun, and not too terribly tough), and Employment Discrimination (I’d have a leg up, bc of my HR experience), and . . . blah blah blah. I could go on. You are not interested.…
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Our Walk
“Mama!” I hear from the back of the house. “MAMA!” “What, Jack? What do you need?” “Mama, we to go the dragon?” I am walking towards the sound of his voice, and I find him there in our back hall, sitting in his “dragon” – a cherry red Radio Flyer wagon that his grandparents bought him. He pats the bumbo seat that I had left in there from before. “Get da baby, mama. Wet’s go! Where da baby?” Note – if we, as parents, ever have a major brain fry and for some odd reason forget to take Liam somewhere, his brother’s got his back. I go get da baby…
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Burdens – Part 1 of a 3 Part Series
*Preliminary note – this ends well.* So if there is one lesson I want you to take from today’s post, it is this. If you go to the doctor, and the check-in nurse wants to take your blood pressure on an arm where you had blood drawn 48 hours ago (and you had blood drawn from both arms), and you hear a niggling little voice in the back of your head that says “Ask if you can skip the blood pressure cuff today,” and you hear another little voice that says “Nah, it’s probably fine, I’m sure the stick has healed after 48 hours” – LISTEN TO THE SECOND VOICE.…
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Who Da Wo-Man?
When we returned home from Christmas, we found in our collected mail among the bills and Christmas cards a letter from the City of New Orleans Photo Safety Program. When we opened the letter, it gave us the bad news – our car had caught the eye of a speed camera downtown, and we were being cited for speeding in a 20 mph zone. Well, it was actually a 30 mph zone, but because it is near an elementary school, it drops to 20 mph during certain hours of the day. It was at one of those special hours, during the afternoon “get on the bus” time, that our car…
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The Lost Week
So, this week was a wash. I came down with the bug Wednesday night, and The Professor followed suit about two hours after me. We were up all that night ill, and spent most of Thursday trying to do as little parenting as possible while keeping our children alive. I spent a lovely hour with Liam that morning, teaching him about his eyes, nose, ears, neck, back, legs, feet. He was pretty cute. I also had a nice moment with Jack, watching tv and eating popsicles together. But it was, for the most, part, pretty boring for all of us, parents and kids alike. It was a day of sloth,…