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Sometimes, We Do What We Gotta Do…
…even when we don’t want to do it. This week is one of those times. I’m tired of working. I’m out of the mood, I’m burned out, I’m over it. I want to stop. I’ve had to work the last two weekends at the lake–something I really hoped to avoid doing. But, I have a deadline and a lovely client who’s paying me to get their project done. So, I’ll keep at it. It’s odd to feel this way when I love my job as much as I do. I know exactly how fortunate I am to be able to earn what mostly constitutes a living while sitting at home…
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Does Life Get Any Better?
We just got home from a 3-day weekend at the lake and we’ve discovered that it’s getting harder and harder to leave on Sunday evening. Tonight, we didn’t leave until almost 8 pm…we just hate for it to end. This weekend was special because I had a some other freelancers up on Friday for a day on the lake. It rained all through lunch, but we still had a ball eating at a great restaurant right on the water. The rain stopped by the time we got back to the cottage, so we decided to chance a boat ride. After we got the boat uncovered and started on our ride,…
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Guest Blogging…
at the Bettyverse again, folks. Come on by and share your “kid’s are a trip!” stories with us! All-new Bettyverse–hot red and very user-friendly. Hope to see you there!
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Update…
…on The Golf Cart Effect. Last weekend, the community had a fish fry, which was delicious and a bunch of fun, but it got cold up on the hill where we were picnicking. So after we’d stuffed ourselves, we all adjourned down to the Common area and had a bonfire. It was great, even the Marshmallow War was a hoot. Believe it or not, when a marshmallow hits a golf cart, it sounds a lot like a tennis ball thwacking against a house. Who knew? But, what made me smile the most was the circle of about fifteen golf carts around the bonfire. It was priceless! Particularly because there, dead…
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The Coffee Wars
This summer I’ve been wrangling with my sisters, PJ and Kate, over coffee. They claim that I don’t know how to make a decent cup of coffee–my coffee is “weak and bland.” I argue that when they make coffee it tastes like something dredged from the bottom of the Mississippi River. When we were on our wine-tasting trip in California last month, I woke up early on the first morning, so I made the coffee. They each poured a cup, doctored it with (ewww!) Italian sweet cream creamer, and promptly whined on the first sip. “Nan, your coffee sucks!” or “You do not know how to make decent coffee, sister!”…
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Save the Last Dance…
No, not the movie from 2001. I’m talking about the song from 1960 by Ben E. King and the Drifters. I just heard that song on the car radio yesterday. Wow…how can you beat that music? I was a little girl when “Save the Last Dance” came out, but some of my clearest childhood memories are of hot summer days in the 1960s, spent playing in our front yard while my big sister had the radio on at full volume. I can still smell the Sea & Ski suntan lotion and see PJ and her friend lounging on the porch. Music, a chatty DJ, and ads for Rambler automobiles, Pepsi…
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Guest Blogging…
…at the Bettyverse again today. Please stop by and share your thoughts on the power of forgiveness… The Bettyverse is all new–beautiful, bright red, and oh so Betty. It’s easier to comment now, too. so take a moment to cruise the whole site and enjoy the ride!
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The Golf Cart Effect
We just got home from a weekend at the lake, and are preparing for another work week. It’s hard leaving the lake–life’s so peaceful and easy there. Our comfort level increases each time we go up as we settle in and get to know our neighbors. We haven’t succumbed to getting a golf cart yet, but most all the folks in the park have one. Some are plain, some are painted bright red or have fancy additions like extra seats in the back or fun logos on the front. Yesterday, as I was cleaning the house, getting ready for guests who were going to spend Saturday evening and Sunday with…
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Note to Self…
I had another conversation yesterday with a friend about weight and weight loss and being disgusted with our bodies. Why do we do this to ourselves? How can we possibly expect to be healthy inside our selves if we’re constantly dissing the outside of our selves? A couple of months ago, I did a guest blog for the Bettyverse on this subject–loving who you are right now. I pulled it out and reread it yesterday afternoon. I’m reposting it here because one of the comments I received about it really hit home: Anyone with a daughter needs to show them this post. That comment made me wonder what we are…
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Pajama Party…
I’ve been flying high from the Cousins Reunion all week–so many incredible memories were made last weekend! We all connected on a level that can only happen when you are family. I probably have a hundred stories to tell, but this is one that particularly delights me. Names, of course, have been changed to protect the innocent, although we’d have to look long and hard for one of those… We spent the whole weekend in the lodge, talking, laughing, eating, going through tons of pictures and memorabilia. We’d all brought photos, so at any given time, you’d find a group of cousins poring over pictures, magnifying glasses at the ready,…