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A few years ago, I remember talking on the phone with my good friend Troy, while I was driving to pick up the kids from school (I know, I know).  In front of me was a car, and it had a white, round sticker (like those European ones) on the back with 26.2 written in [...]

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My vampire runners:

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If you give a mom a yoga DVD, she’s going to need a place to use it. Since she has four kids that are addicted to TV, she’ll have to use it in her bedroom. While she’s using it in her bedroom, she’ll notice that the curtains hanging in her face are dirty. But, having [...]

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Yoga (according to Wikepedia) refers to traditional physical and mental disciplines originating in India. Do you see anything in that definition about interrupting children? Angry outbursts? Loud background music? The spiritual benefits of being stepped on by a 3-year-old? Maybe I should start a new practice called Mommyoga where in we integrate obnoxious children into [...]

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I never really considered myself vain.  Okay, maybe a little in high school.  But that ended quickly enough and by senior year in college, I was voted “Looks most like she just rolled out of bed.” I grew out of the rumpled stage when I entered the work world and looking presentable was required.  But, [...]

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The last few days have been wonderfully warm here.  Everyone tells me not to expect it to last, as sometimes it snows as late as Mother’s Day.  But, I just pretend I don’t hear them and go on my merry way, lest I want to shoot myself. I’ve taken advantage of the current weather and [...]

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I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that I have two kick-ass sisters.  Well, I think they’ve out done themselves.  They bought me a Wii and Wii Fit.  Not for my birthday.  Not for Christmas.  Just because.  Because they are AWESOME.  (Let’s pretend it’s not because they think I’m fat, okay?) Seriously, though, I could not be [...]

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After complimenting my mom on her kick ass shoes, she bought me a pair of my own. Cool, aren’t they? I feel so fashionable wearing them. Previously, my fanciest shoes were my Avia running shoes. No, I don’t run. But I wish I did. I do go to the gym occassionally. Not so much for [...]

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Six weeks to Chicago? Nope. Six more weeks of hotel living? I hope not. Six weeks until we get our assignment? Better not be. Nope. Six weeks… to 100 push ups. Unfortunately, my lovely cousin Gwen pointed out to me that my friend Liz’s blog made mention of the push up program. Gwen said she [...]

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