Posts from — June 2009

For Father’s Day weekend, Molly and I drove to Brownwood and spent the weekend with PawPaw. Some random thoughts are available for your reading enjoyment.

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Today I have discovered yet another reason why I don’t want to live in Washington, D.C. They have no idea who’s hot and who’s not.
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By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept is the first Paulo Coehlo book I’ve ever read. I think most people get their first taste of Coehlo via The Alchemist, and I’m not sure why I chose to read this book first, but I’m definitely glad I did. Click through to read the full review.

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Those of you who know me very well might want to have a seat.  Consider yourself warned.

I.
Am.
Cleaning.
My.
Office.

Yes, those were pigs you just saw flying past your window. And yes, those are the four horsemen of the apocalypse charging down your street.

I want to make my office into the perfect little study cave. This is no small feat, but I’m happy to state that the office is on its way to being functional again.

Now pick your jaw up off the floor.

Have you checked out my 101 in 1001 page yet? I set 101 goals for myself to be accomplished within the next 1001 days, and as a part of that project I’m making blog entries as I progress and accomplish each goal. [Read more →]

After a weekend filled with blue eyeshadow, red lipstick, un-air-conditioned dressing rooms, and short fuses, I’m proud to announce that both mother and daughter have survived the dance recital. In fact, not only did we survive it, I feel quite confident that I didn’t get reported to CPS. Whew! [Read more →]

This is dance recital week. Or, as I like to call it, The Week When I’m Really Glad I’m Not Under the Scrutiny of Child Protective Services. I’m somewhat of a beast during this week, and the closer it gets to the actual recital, which is Saturday, the fouler I become. By recital day, I’m practically foaming at the mouth. Just ask the poor kiddo. I’m pretty sure that every year around this time, she has a real heart-to-heart with herself about whether dance is really worth it.

This year, the kiddo is in four dances: two with her regular class and two with the company. And the scheduling gods were not kind to me this year. Out of the first fourteen dances, the kiddo is in three of them. This means costume changes at the speed of light in a room full of dancers and moms and costumes and glitter and tap shoes and tutus and red lipstick and a set of risers and a grand piano.

But oh, is it ever worthwhile. Just you wait and see. I’ll post videos to prove it.