When Pigs Fly

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The last vacation the mister and I went on was August 2003. People? Do the math. That’s over five years ago. FIVE FUCKING YEARS AGO.  In that time we’ve a) purchased a house b) got a masters degree c) had a baby d) sold the house e) moved to portland f) moved to Seattle g) had another baby h) started a business.

My god, people, who out of anyone that you know, needs a vacation more than we do? Don’t answer that. This is about me, after all.

Flight of the Conchords offers Parenting Tips

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Some parents need help. As the old saying goes, “There is no manual.”

No, but there are videos.

Insecurities

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Most of the time, I walk around feeling confident, tired, irritated, strong. All these emotions cover my thirty-three year old self. I’m a mother, a wife, and a million other roles, almost all at the same time. Insecurity isn’t something I have time for most days.

Sometimes, though, it seeks me out. It finds me when I least expect it. And it brings me to my knees.

Feedburner Invalid GET DATA fix

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I was recently having some issues with my feed after, what I thought, was the update to this site.

When clicking on the link to the feed, you would see the following error:

Glazed Sweet Potato Wedges- Cooking Light

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Here’s the recipe we used for our Sweet Potatoes. I have to say, this is always one of my favorite parts of thanksgiving. But this recipe really made it so I didn’t miss the yams from a can one bit. The kids ate it up as well.

Ingredients:

Cranberry Sauce: Clean Eating Style

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Thanksgiving was a freakin’ success here at Casa-de-Flinger. Here is the cranberry recipe I used. Recommended: Use ALL the honey (I ran out) otherwise add some sugar otherwise it’ll be so tart you’ll suck your cheekbones in to the insides of your brain.

But aside from that: Delicious.

This is the way to Grandma’s house

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It’s quiet. It’s too quiet. I never realized you can hear the upstairs clock from the living room. In fact, I never realized you can hear each clock’s second hand tick in an off-beat pattern together. Three clocks in all ticking loudly.

“IT”

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I sat on the plane next to a young gal, mid-twenties she would tell me later, who reminded me a lot of myself at her age. Realizing “her age” wasn’t so far gone, but knowing it was still long enough away to form distant memories and wistful longings in my mind.

8/9/2009

Change- A Type A Mom Con Story Stories

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I stepped off the plane in Seattle to a cold wind and sun. When I left, only four days earlier, summer was still raging and children played in sprinklers. However, fall noticeably bustled in during my absece, taking over the breezes and leaves, making the air chilly and my unused jacket necessary.

I felt just as different as the weather.

Family Expectations And The Grass That Is Truly Greener

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I grew up in a suburb of Houston in a neighborhood with sidewalks and manicured lawns. I have fond memories of children riding our hot-wheels on the sidewalk, zipping up each driveway to someone’s house we all knew. Denise, Paul, Mercy, Carol. Kids spanning from 2nd grade to 6th, all mingling in the street playing basketball, riding bikes, coloring with chalk. The caste system of maturity as the older kids teased the younger and the younger kids gathering around toys.

This is my childhood and I love the memories. I can almost smell the air of a humid Saturday morning in October when the children begin to take to the sidewalk playing, knocking on doors, asking if so-and-so can come out to play.