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Oh Dear God, Don’t Sit On the Pineapple!!

You are about to be the first to find out.

I’m dumping Bob.

He’s just not hot anymore.

I admit that I have been rough on him lately – using him around the clock, over and over. I suppose I had to expect him to just get tired and stop responding the way I need him to. He was there to listen to me, to agree with me and even comfort me. He made each day seem clear – vivid…giving me the energy I needed to make it through most days…

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Woody and Harry Talk Behind My Back!

Woody and Harry Ranidae

Woody and Harry. My buffers between the chilly floor and my feet. Without them the countless trips up and down all the stairs in my house would be boring. The little frogs’ arms waving wildly as I run up and down the stairs to check temperatures, administer medicine, clean up the vomit in my six and eight year olds’ room (that my two year old stepped in), and remind me not to take life too seriously. This too shall pass.

It’s snowing out – nothing massive, just messy and annoying. In the backyard, our pool stands lonely, abandoned, a bit of the covered still visible through the white stuff. Ghost laughter from the memories of the summers we spent around that pool seem to echo in my ears. Barbecues, parties, hiking trips through the “enchanted forest” behind our house – so many fantastic memories. Woody and Harry and Bob and I had another private grown-up moment while the girls continue to recuperate and there’s a lull in their insistent demands…er polite requests. Time for another pep talk from Randi on skype. Continue reading

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C’Mon Baby, Light My Fire!

As Bob helped me do the laundry this morning, a plastic tub caught my eye, labeled in my daughter’s pretty handwriting, “Summer Clothes”. Inside I could see my black and white paisley bathing suit and sundresses waiting patiently for June. Or maybe even July – depending on how warm it got out. The heavy clothes I was shoving into my washer was putting me in a bad mood.

“Mommy!!! I’m in the baff!” screamed my 6 year old as I filled up the machine with hot water, “the watew’s fweezing!” She was trying to warm up after playing outside. Sign number two in as many minutes that Myrtle Beach is where I should be. Continue reading

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