On the way to Dick’s on Saturday, Ryan and I had the following conversation: Ryan: Hey, so I talked to our friend and she’s going to put together a beginner’s tennis league for women and it’ll be on Sundays. She said that will be best for you and your schedule since you’ll be working. Me: That’s really sweet! Yeah, I talked to her a few … Continue reading There Are A Lot of Reasons Why I’m Crying. (But it’s probably not because of tennis.)
I just finished reading Night Road by Kristin Hannah. It was a really good book and, like all of the books I’ve read of hers so far, I highly recommend it. (I posted about it a few days ago with a quick description.) While I was reading this book, which is about a lot of things, including teenage drinking, partying in high school, and drunk … Continue reading Just Text The X
So apparently I have the thumb of a diabetic farmer with tuberculosis. I have been diagnosed with something called trigger finger… except in my case, it’s trigger thumb. This has nothing to do with an actual trigger, like on a gun. I’ve never even seen a gun in fact, let alone overused one to the point of compromising a digit. It’s the name of a … Continue reading Trigger Thumbs Down
Ryan and I have been married for almost twenty years. We have lived in a condo in St. Louis, three houses in Cincinnati, an apartment in Italy, and two houses in Atlanta. We have moved seven times. Seven. And except for the moves to Italy and our first move to Atlanta which were corporate moves, we have packed ourselves. We have become decluttering-purging-garage-sale-masters. And still … Continue reading Decluttering My Life
Kate’s actual birthday is November 7 and we were supposed to have her birthday party way back in November. You know, before all of this Christmas shopping and before it started getting dark in the middle of the day and before the weather became garbage. But then she got the flu. And then, Thanksgiving. And then we had a lacrosse tournament. So we actually held her birthday … Continue reading Throwing a Kid Party in the Middle of December is a True Delight.
I always think that life would be so much better if it contained actual background music. Just like in movies, the perfect song would start playing during integral moments of your life. You know, like… Whatever it Takes by Imagine Dragons at the pinnacle moment in your marathon, You Oughtta Know by Alanis Morissette after you get dumped and you’re drinking with your girlfriends, This … Continue reading Background Music Would be a Great Addition to Real Life.
When Emma was little, people stopped me everywhere to talk to me about her hair. It was so blonde that it was nearly white and in her early toddler years, it curled into ringlets. These strangers asked where it came from, commented on its color and texture, sometimes they even pet her. (The hair-petters were probably the same people who rub pregnant bellies without asking … Continue reading What I Learned While Dying My Daughter’s Hair
We got our Christmas tree tonight. We tried to go on Sunday, but by the time Kate’s lacrosse practice was over, Emma’s small group was finished, Ryan’s Cleveland Browns had destroyed my poor Bengals and the Atlanta United soccer game was over, we found out that Ace was closed. And, yes, we get our Christmas tree from Ace Hardware. In Cincinnati, we used to get … Continue reading A Little Ace Hardware Christmas Magic. On a Wednesday.
As I was packing the car yesterday morning, a friend walked by with her dog. She asked about our holiday travel plans and I told her that the girls and I were driving back to Cincinnati and that Ryan would fly up on Wednesday. “Awesome,” she said. “You’ll have so much fun bonding!” I laughed and we wished each other Happy Thanksgiving. And I thought, … Continue reading (Not Really A) Girls’ Trip!
When my oldest daughter was little, turning three, I had this great idea that I was going to write a letter to her and her sister every year on their birthdays. By the time they turned eighteen, I would give them this beautiful box filled with birthday letters. Doesn’t this sound amazing? They would open up the box and we would all be weeping at my … Continue reading What I Want My Daughters To Know