I am finding it very hard to believe that, fourteen years ago today, I was evicting this 9-pound, 11-ounce baby from my womb. As expected, he’s much more fun out here. Happy Birthday, Rock Star!!!
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Yes We Did.
I couldn’t let today go by without putting some miscellaneous thoughts up here about the incredible events that occurred in Washington D.C. today. I taught class this morning and took the quickest shower ever, so I could get my hair dry and apply my makeup before rushing to work to try to get a live feed on the internet. As I was driving, I was able to listen to Rick Warren’s inaugural invocation. Normally, invocations don’t thrill me, to be honest. Being a Jew, I can’t usually find anything to relate to in a traditional type of invocation. Today though, driving in my car from class to work, I was…
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I Finally Feel A Little Like An Adult.
I had a good laugh this morning, seriously. I checked my Sitemeter as I often do, to see who’s been reading and where people are coming from. On the “referrals” page, I noticed a website I didn’t recognize, so I clicked on it. It was a blog, one I have never seen nor heard of before. Today’s post was entitled “Worst Blog Post I’ve Ever Read”, and the body of the post said “Don’t ask how I found it.” That’s it. The one sentence linked to this post on my blog. Seriously? I laughed my badonkadonk off. And then I went to my Facebook page and immediately changed my status…
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Doing Grandma Proud
I went to a memorial service last night for one of our salon clients. She was not just “any” client, mind you: she was one of my boss’ very first clients. They started their relationship about twenty-five years ago. Fittingly, it was not just “any” memorial service, either. Before I tell you about yesterday, I have to back up a little bit to an event that affected my life in a major way. My grandmother was a great lady. She was very much involved at her temple, and she was a school crossing guard for years and years; everyone in the neighborhood knew her. She was a loving wife and…
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Alright, Alright…Birthdays Aren’t THAT Bad, Especially When They Last A Week.
I have done a lot of bellyaching over the past couple of months about turning F…F…Fo…Forty, and although I am still not thrilled, my chosen new attitude is helping me to settle in, along with the wonderful birthday WEEK I just experienced. My friends and family tossed so much love at me, how could I be anything but warm and fuzzy? Last Sunday evening, Jim surprised me by taking the entire Fab Five (if you’re a newbie here at the Scrawl, the Fab Five is me, Jim, the boys, and my sister Julesie) out to dinner. Everyone knew where we were going except for me, the birthday girl. I was…