Today is the last day of school. I’ve always preferred the first day of school to the last day. Something about the smell of pencils and the feeling of potential jazzes me much more than the smell of sweat and the possibility of chaos. This morning, instead of going through the circle drive to drop [...]
Entries Tagged as 'Cucumbers aren’t always cool.'
She’s Come Undone
May 21st, 2012 · 19 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily
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Break-ups and Hoops and Gas and The President!
April 17th, 2012 · 32 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily
As you know, my orthopedic doctor appointment was scheduled for 9:00 this morning. (Fourteen people just clicked away. That first sentence isn’t very compelling, is it? Here. Let’s move faster.) I shaved my legs this morning. I dropped the kids off at school and hauled it to my appointment so I wouldn’t be late. I [...]
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I will say the only words I know that you’ll understand.
March 18th, 2012 · 22 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily
The phone rings. I pick it up. Me: Hello? Guy: Angela? Me: Yes. Guy: Hello there! It’s Ben from The Place Where You Bought A Car One Time! Me: Oh! Hi there! Ben: I’m just calling to wish you a happy two year anniversary with the Sonata! Me: Has it really been two years? Ben: [...]
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The Good, The Bad, and The Adorable
February 27th, 2012 · 22 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily
The Good News: I’ve been working on a new wrap. It will eventually look like this. My goal is to make it look like that before October, because the color seems to lend itself well to pumpkin patches and marching band competitions. (I really miss the faded out Levi’s that somehow ended up in my [...]
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Nothing is impossible, Daisy Fuentes.
December 12th, 2011 · 14 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily
Last Monday I received an e-mail from our pastor asking if I would be interested in participating in our Lessons and Carols Sunday by reading one of the lessons. Because I tend to flip out with this sort of thing, I quickly called Jeff and asked if HE would like to participate in Lessons and [...]
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Lachrymosity
November 18th, 2011 · 14 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., NaBloPoMo
You might not know this, but: A lot of things make me cry. Example: I love singing in the car to this song. BUT, when I get to the 2:48 mark? I lose it. AND, when the cat sings, “I know you’re strong”? I nearly have to pull over. (Confession: I just dragged the arrow [...]
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Shirtsicles will not earn me any coolness points.
July 14th, 2011 · 19 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily
A few days back, we had lunch with one of Meredith’s friends and the friend’s mom. It was delightful. As expected, the girls decided to plan a play date. (I still hate that term.) Because Friend wanted to meet Scout, we planned the get together for yesterday afternoon at 12:30. (I’ve gone on and on [...]
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Summertime, and the living’s not so easy…
June 14th, 2011 · 47 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily
You’ve known me long enough to know that a number of things make me even more anxious than your average overly-anxious bird. My relationship with food is totally cracked. I weigh myself at least four times Every Single Day. If my number goes beyond what is most likely a perfectly acceptable number for me, I [...]
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I’m more Woolly Spice than Sporty Spice.
May 20th, 2011 · 15 Comments · Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily
Today is the annual Field Day at the girls’ school. Because Jeff is The Athletic Parent and I am The Couch Parent, he took a vacation day to spend seven hours playing outdoor games with the kids. Sadly, yesterday he came home sick with a terrible stomachache and a fever. Because he has an assigned [...]
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There’s one (or more) in every crowd.
May 17th, 2011 · 17 Comments · A Dog's Life, Cucumbers aren't always cool., Daily
A few days back, we took the puppy to her first session of obedience school. We were instructed to bring three things to class: immunization records, a leash, and treats. One puppy owner didn’t bring any of those items. That particular owner (Shall we call her Eileen? Let’s do!) sat on a stool and watched [...]
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