It is amazing how many uniformed people have such strong opinions, and such strong desires to share those opinions.
Under-informed and curious, good combination. Uninformed and angry, not such a good combination.
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Saith the dad… If two male bears live in the same cave, it might be time for one to find a new cave.
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Saith the mom… It seems it is time for a cub to move out – or at least vacate the kitchen.
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Saith the cubs… *Laughter*
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My son is getting his wisdom teeth out today. Due to the icy roads, my car in the shop, and my husband’s car not being as comfortable to travel in as mine, I opted to stay home and let my husband handle this one. Oh, the misery of recognizing your kids have grown and that dad can finally replace mom at the bed-side.
Truthfully, it is decadent this feeling that I was able to put my health first for once. Why did it take me 17 years to recognize that my husband is so much more calm than I am with these things? And his bed-side manner is much more “motherly” than mine. Still, the kids prefer me so I had better go prepare for the return of my drugged-up, chipmunked faced boy.
Don’t get me wrong, this turning over control to the dad is not fun, but it does seem to be much less stressful than the anxiety inducing road conditions and dentist scenario. And since the son will soon leave home, this may very well be good for easing the separation anxiety as well.
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Never let yourself get rundown or exhausted. If you do, writers block, self-doubt, and general malaise will be your companions.
Not to mention your writing will sound much better to your own ears when you are not a weepy, blithering, sleep deprived mess.
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The recipe for a good day…
A few quality hours spent writing my thesis.
A few quality hours being a mom.
A few quality hours spending time with my husband.
A few quality hours goofing off.
Now if I can just repeat this routine daily, I will survive my thesis.
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Inspired by the young people in my home. Advice given, rolled eyes received. There are just days when this kind of logic makes sense. Today is one of them.
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A great message to share in the upcoming year…
Be Kind…
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I woke up this morning after having a wonderful dream about being creatively crafty – yarn and fabric were magnificently arranged in delightful designs. Now I just need to find the energy to make my dream come true.
A dream can be just the inspiration and motivation needed to overcome.
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My daughter just informed me that when she searches online for ‘old’ quotes, statements written in the 1970s and 1980s show up. This, she says, means that people who lived then must also be old.
She may be correct as classic cars are between 30 and 49 years old. However, I prefer ‘classic’ to ‘old’, but will draw the line at ever being called ‘pre-antique’.
Success is not measured by the things we accumulate. It is measured by the love we share and by our individual growth. It is also measured by how much we are loved by others.
Pithy Ponderings 