Tag: pain
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Wonders Way Over My Head
I’m an incredibly unbiased observer when it comes to youth soccer. Having seen at least a thousand games–slight hyperbole but close to the truth–I appreciate good soccer. And Ethan is an amazing player. Nana’s unbiased. The holiday tournament this weekend was fun to watch. Ethan’s team won two games, beating a premier team and an…
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When Layers Don’t Fit Evenly
I’ve made many a cake in my life. When the kids were younger, I ventured into the crazed area of character cakes. Making puppies, clowns and rocket ships from cut-up 13X9 cakes and assorted round layers. Not saying it was smart. Nor necessarily pretty to look at. The attempt was made. Success is always relative…
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When The Bucket Is Too Full To Carry
You’ve got to love refrigerators which give free access to water and ice. No unsticking ice cubes from a tray. No hauling out–and spilling–large pitchers of cold water. Just plop a cup under a dispenser and press. Pull it out when full. Unless you’re shorter than the top of the cup. You can’t see when…
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Soap Slap!
I have a passion for soap that comes out in a foamy cloud. It’s like a party for my hands. Mash it. Fluff it. Shape it. Play with it. Frankly it’s more fun to wash your hands the requisite amount of time–singing “Mary Had a Little Lamb”–when it feels more like play than hygiene. It’s…
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You’ll Have To Pry My Cold, Dead Fingers Off Those Plans
I’m a closet passive/aggressive control freak. That was so much harder to admit than I thought. I’m the adaptable one. The easy-going, go-with-the-flow kind of a gal who doesn’t stress over curve balls or wrenches thrown into the works. The one others rely on to be steady when the brown stuff hits the fan. As…
Tip of My Iceberg 