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I know, right? It’s a new year, and I’m already trampling all over my Exclamation Point Embargo. Hey, you know what? If a girl can’t throw down a few exclamation points, what’s the point of anything? Okay. Sorry. I got carried away. But it IS, in fact, the sort-of-beginning of a new year, the Kids...
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Category Archives: ramblesRemember how I love the fact that I’m a stay-home kind of Mom? And that I have all manner of time to do whatever I feel like doing, such as baking things, and writing things, and planning things, and wrapping things, and writing some more things, and reading things, and napping and stuff? Remember? I... There is a lot of talk about boy readers out there, if you’re so inclined to hear it. Some of it is awesome. Some of it is strange. Some of it makes me desire to speak out. (For instance, I hear some talk that boys will only read a “realistic contemporary” book if it’s “realistic... New series coming up, or maybe starting now. Today’s post, how my life would be different if I liked to clean up after other people. * My computer desk would be holding none of the following: Kid 2′s pink iPod, with headphones; six sticky notes; the “On Line for Graduation?” flyer from the high school;... The house is quiet. Just the hum of the dryer and the snap of roasting potatoes in olive oil. Kids are playing in various other people’s domains. Snow total (can I call it that, when it’s nowhere near being finished?) approaching 20 inches for today. Canyon closed. Husband worked at home (in the quiet). Kind... Days like this I’m almost overwhelmed by how many people love me. Today, it’s the vacation rental adverts. They’re all over my blog comments. Husband said to me the other day, “Wow. Your blog is getting really popular.” I sort of looked at him with that “duh, huh?” questioning look on my face, and he... Because I could stop any time. I could. Hi. I’m Becca. And I’m a Slackaholic. (Parenthetical side note: Do you find it odd – or am I alone on this – that we add the whole “-oholic” ending to everything we consider a bad habit. Are you really addicted to choc-ohol? Really? And I clearly... It’s not like I go shopping all that often. Or really, almost at all. Once or twice a year, I’ll get the Kids new jeans and shoes, and somehow the rest just happens. But shopping is not something I do particularly often, or particularly well. And shopping with Husband? Is a thing of beauty, mostly for... |