Every year I write about my Christmas tree. I know – other people write touching annual posts in honor of their children on their birthdays. But not me. I write annual taunts about how my Christmas tree kicks your Christmas tree’s ass. Because tree decorating is my thing. I won’t re-write my Christmas Tree Nazi…
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I think I flush the toilets in my house approximately 25 times a day. And I can count on one hand how many times I do it for myself. It seems like almost every time I walk into a bathroom, I find yet another un-flushed toilet. Often stuffed with the equivalent of an entire roll…
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First, the good! I’m going to write regularly (twice a month) for a new website, HealthNews. And no – I don’t have any knowledge of or experience in the health industry. Unless you count two maternity ward stays and a hernia repair surgery in the hospital. I haven’t confirmed this, but I actually don’t think…
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Last week, I had one of those increasingly frequent inexplicable physical ailments that make me think my body is literally falling apart. It’s age right? I’m just getting old. As if wrinkles weren’t enough of a reminder… This time it was my knee. Not my favorite body part on the best of days, it decided…
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I don’t think it’s possible for me to not post about my Christmas tree. It’s the highlight of my holiday season and a photo shoot inevitably takes place the morning after it’s trimmed (I always decorate at night – much better for testing the lights). This year was a little bit different as we had…
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It was a beautiful early autumn day in our suburban corner of the Northern Virginia woods. And instead of spending the afternoon at the playground with my children, I sat on our back deck sterilizing vacuum cleaners. Now, I’ve always made an effort to keep my vacuum cleaners in good condition since I finally figured…
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I have been SO busy with life lately. I mean, now that my twins go to preschool three mornings a week I have a whole 7.5 hours of alone time to devote to examining my new wrinkles, making myself snacks and reading Project Runway recaps online. All of this distracted meandering around my house is…
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Sometimes I feel like I’ve spent most of my life obsessing over my size. Which is kind of ridiculous since I’ve always been rather medium about everything. Medium height, weight, hair color, popularity level, dance floor talent, parking mojo… I’m actually very average. So really – why all the worries about “looking fat?” Well –…
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*See my last post for a full BlogHer post disclaimer. I know these are annoying and writing multi-parts constitutes pushing the envelope… But I promise I’ll try to keep it interesting (to me). This is day two of a three part account. I’ve already covered Thursday, my first day in NYC, and am now picking…
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This summer, I’ve been going to the community pool quite a bit during the week. And as I toss, swing and ferry small children who seem determined to pants me with kicking feet, I look around and experience this strange wave of everything in my life coming full circle. I’m in my late thirties, and…
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