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It Can Wait

September 18, 2011 By Leave a Comment

I didn’t get any work done this weekend.

I had a ton of things that had to be done.

But I didn’t do work this weekend.

What I did was even more important.

I watched a group of some of my favorite girls in the world play six basketball games, winning the tournament.

I bought chocolate for our house so Doop wouldn’t have a breakdown this week, and I gave my dog a bath after she spent Friday afternoon playing in the mud.

I took two crazy fabulous (or fabulous crazy… both fit) girls to dinner, shopping for shirts with our favorite pre-game ritual phrase “Don’t Suck” printed on them and then watched Ghost Hunters with them until they fell asleep because they were so tired.

I had a great lunch/dinner with my in-laws, who let Mommy Man stay the weekend with them because he was “missing them SO MUCH.”

I didn’t get a bit of work done until about an hour ago. There was so much that needed to be done. It just didn’t happen. I failed.

I think it was worth it.

Work can wait until Monday.

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The Stinky Ad

September 10, 2011 By Leave a Comment

He doesn't look stinky.

This conversation just happened in my house.

Fluff: “Son, what are you doing?”

Mommy Man: “I’m putting on my deodorant.”

Fluff: “Why is there so much talking going on.”

Mommy Man: “I’m making a commercial.”

Fluff: “We don’t have time for advertising, son. We need you to hurry up and get dressed.”

Gotta love kids!

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Cherished memories

June 9, 2011 By 6 Comments

We were sitting at the funeral home the day after my brother died. My sister and I, along with other scattered family members, waited in the lobby as my parents made arrangements with the funeral director.

“He was such a pest. He always bugged us,” I said to my sister. She chuckled in agreement.

“Yes, but if he wasn’t pestering you guys, you were pestering him, wondering why he wasn’t,” Uncle Bob spoke up.

The conversation played on repeat in my head when I saw the photo. It’s under a magnet on my parents’ refrigerator.

My sister and I are in bed, being awaken or gossip interuppted by a little brother ambush – Frank on her side, Trav on mine. Travis and I look a bit more like we’re posing for the camera than annoyed.

I don’t remember the moment. Now it’s a cherished one that I’ll never forget.

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