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On Sunday, we drank and gambled

Because it wasn't exciting enough to go to the movies on Friday afternoon, followed by a gala here at the house, followed by a sleepover Friday night, followed by some serious time spent down at the pond welcoming Spring (via the time-honored tradition of capturing minnows, splashing through streams, talking to the geese, and attempting to build your own dam), yesterday I took Chickadee to a fancy tea party. We drank iced tea from goblets and ate all manner of fancy finger foods, and I know they were fancy because each delicious morsel was tinier than the next, and everyone knows that fancy...

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State of the Popcorn Address

Friends, Readers, Bloggyfolk: I apologize for the delay in bringing you both the status update and the scientific results for which you have so patiently waited. We realize that some of you---we're not naming any names, but consider investing in a hobby, is all we're saying---have been on the edge of your seat, just wanting, nay, NEEDING to know the conclusion to the movie theater snacks dilemma wherein one family (us) struggled with finding a gameplan that could harmoniously unite ethics, thriftiness, and a wild party for a small group of children. Before I launch into our report I'd just...

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. . . paved with Twizzlers

I'm afraid I need to interrupt Love Thursday to bring you a much more pressing matter. (Pssst! Do not fret! I am likely to give you Love Friday, instead.) Otto and I are having a small disagreement. I would like some input on our dilemma, and to make it fair I won't even tell you which side of the argument each of us is on. It will be TOTALLY BLIND, because there's NO WAY you'll be able to suss out who is who. What? Oh, look over there! Something SHINY! This is a matter of great importance---I mean, it must be, as it represents the first real argument of our nearly-year of marriage---and...

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Equality for all, even the deck

So last week I had a day where Chickadee was invited on a last-minute playdate and Monkey was just DYING from the injustice of it. I offered up half a dozen different suggestions of things we could do, just the two of us, without her, but the whining went unabated as he insisted that he NEEEEEEDED some time with his FRIIIIIENDS. I did what any good mother would do; I called up a fellow mom and invited us over to her house. (Don't you wish you lived here? I could be eating all the snacks in your pantry RIGHT NOW.) As it happened, they already had an extra boy-child over, so the three of them...

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Can I get an AMEN?

I've written before about our decision to seek a different church, because we just weren't feeling quite at home at the one we'd been attending. This was, you understand, a really difficult decision to make, both because change is hard and we'd been going to that other church for over six months, and also because my ex immediately pounced upon the news as proof that I was a Godless heathen who would soon be decorating the children's rooms with pentagrams. That's just silly, of course---pentagrams would totally disturb the feng shui in there. (I just have them put their voodoo dolls back in...

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Wild and crazy (but mostly crazy) in NYC

Do you know what I am? I am a small town girl. I like small town things. Like grass! And trees! And fluffy bunnies! And periodic silence! We are not having much of any of those things here in Manhattan. Go figure. And so I am trying very hard to find my moments of sanity amidst a very exciting, yes, but also very LOUD and BUSTLING and CLOSE environment. There are the people you don't want close to you who seem to always be right up in your face, of course, or banging into you on the street, or lurching drunkenly down the street (Dear UMass boys: You have alcohol back at school. Don't come to...

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Inject moment of levity. . . here

What do you do after a long week and a horrible day when the worry is eating you up and you wonder if you'll ever get your footing when it comes to this parenting thing? Well, if it's the night before Easter, you have to chat with the Easter Bunny and strategize, of course. But you're probably not feeling much like making trails of eggs to follow, or like writing little cutesy clue-notes. In fact, you may be thinking that you don't much care if the kids find the baskets at all. That's not TRUE, of course, but you're not in a very good mood. But then a thought strikes you, see, and instead of...

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Sometimes love don’t come easy

Otto has one of these, and this morning I played with it for a while. I wanted to take a picture of something I love that feels like it's hard to grasp, right now, because Lensbabies pictures always look like you've captured something fleeting. Last night I finally gave voice to something I've known for a long time, but I've been wishing really hard for it to not be true. I know I don't talk about it a lot here, because it's a lot more interesting to yammer on about swearing at telemarketers or whatever, but my involvement in church is a big part of my life. A big part of who I am, or at...

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Charter owes me a latte

We've been having huge problems with our broadband service, lately, possibly because all cable companies are run by soul-sucking incompetents, or possibly because my personal electro-magnetic field has thus far managed to disrupt my internet service, on occasion, everywhere I have ever lived. It matters not, I suppose. And so there have been countless calls to Charter to report the agonizing slowness of our connection speed, and all of the fabulously unrelated questions we get asked when we make those calls. Because, you know, whether or not I have a lot of MUSIC ON MY COMPUTER, that would...

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