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The following songs all have 112 beats per minute. As I discovered prepping my world for Kid 3′s science fair project. GO: Mozart’s Concerto for Piano and Orchestra #26 Cake’s “Frank Sinatra” Goo Goo Dolls’ “I Wanna Get Married” The Cardigans’ “Love Fool” Aretha’s “RESPECT” You never know when that information is going to come...
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Category Archives: happinessOh, come on. You know it will. Fun is what February is made of, after all. Fun and and pink frosting and gimmicky crap. Gimmicky Crap. Let’s make a band. Okay, so maybe not. But. Fun. We’re going to have it. In February. We are. And you’re invited, and so are all of your friends....  Okay. so you’re not so little. Eight. Really? Oh, yes. Really. And I never want you to forget that I tried to surprise you with the Angry Birds cupcakes, but you saw the file hidden on the computer, and you gasped and you grinned and you hollered, “ILoveYouMommyILoveYouMommyILoveYouMommy” just like on Kid History. (I did.... Thank you notes. Really. I’ve been about three thousand percent[1] better than any other time in my life in the writing of the thank-yous this month, but still not getting it done every day. But if I could keep up the 2-a-week thing, I think it would change my life. At least a little. But... Stirring through the Kids’ candy stash, I uncovered something I’d never seen before. As I often do with strange, unknown objects, I ate it. It changed my day for the better. Dear Almond Snickers, Where have you been all my life? Love, Becca  Hey, look: Here’s Kid 2. I love this girl. I love that she works hard to do the things she knows she should do. Like practicing the violin. And letting her daddy take pictures of her. That part makes us all happy. Also I love her blue fingernails. I may have been accused of thinking...  For the technologically fearful (that’s me, baby) this leap into the 21st century has carried a decade of shiver-inducing New Things To Learn. But can I say? I love texting. Oh. I do. For a lot of years, I have been a vocal proponent of email over telephone. Because, hey — if I can give... * Rainshowers likely. I love rain in the summer. * A little stalk of bamboo growing in a half-pint jam jar on the kitchen table. * All my fingernails are the same length. * Started reading the beginning of the work-in-progress. Maybe it doesn’t completely fail. * Road trip yesterday got us more than half-way... |