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What’s dat? What’s dat?

Posted on August 25, 2008

Last year’s fantasy football is this year’s impromptu lesson. Sean’s old cheat sheet was sitting on the counter and the girls were fascinated. Briar: What’s that? Me: QB. Briar: What’s that mean? Me: Quarterback. Briar: What’s a quarterback? Me: The guy who throws the football. Ave: What’s that? Me: RB. Ave: What’s RB? Me: Ummm, running back? Briar: What’s a running back? Me: A player. Suffice it to say the conversation went on for quite some time. I fear that they won’t know their wide receivers from their, umm, from the other guys, if they are left to learn it from me. But tight ends? Oh tight ends they’ll know 😉

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Sewn by murmurs and touch

Posted on August 25, 2008

There are neither the words to explain it, nor time enough to invent new ones to fill the void. Each of my girls has seeped into my very essence, blurring the lines between self and sensation, at times it is truly as if the love I feel is the person I am. Briar, with her never-beforeness and utter princessness, took hold of me the moment they laid her in my arms. Avery, with her shocking dark hair and striking almond eyes, arrived with an of course air, slipping into our routine and blazing her own trail. I love them with a fierceness that threatens to consume me, and now there is Fin. I am desperate to put pen to paper, to preserve in perpetuity,…

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Ladies Love Cool James

Posted on August 24, 2008

I may live to regret this as I have received nasty comments before when I have dared to say something not in keeping with my signature tender posts, but here it is: my workout music is no holds barred. I don’t care about lyrics, or more specifically, I don’t care if the lyrics are PC or even intelligent. I am looking for music that is transformative, something that takes me to another place, see, the thing of it is, I am a worrier. A big, hand-wringing, brow-furrowing worrier. It can really blow. The only thing that can truly chase the anxiety away is a hard workout. Don’t get me wrong, I love my girls and Sean, and, yes, they can soothe me, but it…

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Compliments of my aching heart

Posted on August 23, 2008

I unplugged this afternoon. Really and truly unplugged myself from everything but my daughters. We played in the backyard. Round after round of, “Mom, you be the shark and I’ll be the mermaid, ok?” It was incredible, but you know what happens when you play a game of mermaid and shark with two children? You, as the shark, receive a writhing 30 pound barnacle to manage as you try and bite the tail of the squealing (and surprisingly swift) mermaid in a wading pool too small for your 70 inches and so you pull yourself (and the 30 pound barnacle with breathtaking ringlets) by your arms, your poor, quivering triceps to be exact. I remember looking up at one point thinking, “Shit, I’m not…

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