Sisterly love

I found myself very touched when I found this drawing that Scarlett made for Anabella on her birthday.

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It says “Anabella, I love you. You are the best sister ever. Kiss.”

Or so I thought.

After it had been hanging on the fridge a few days, I found myself looking a little closer. “Are those arrows?” I thought.

Me: Scarlett, what is this on the bottom of your picture?

Scarlett: A butterfly.

Me: No, the other side. The circles.

Scarlett: That’s a butt. (starts laughing hysterically) It says “Kiss this butt, Anabella!”


Ah, sisters. I will never, ever get it.

WTF? Wednesday

I was recently reading an article in the Wall Street Journal about the new trend in socks … which is apparently super fancy and expensive  (yeah, I’m not sure what attracted me to the story either). This is one of the sock lines they showcased:


I wasn’t really buying the fancy sock thing anyway, but now they’ve completely lost me. I’m not a particularly fancy girl … except when it comes to purses and sunglasses … but I can assure you that cured meat does not scream “fancy.” If you paid $10 for these, you are a dumbass.

Also recently came across this chair while looking for some new family room furniture.

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Really? The WOMB chair? First, I think I find that sort of gross and offensive (and I can guarantee a woman did not name this chair). Second, how proud are they of this thing? $3K for an ugly red chair. WTF?

And finally, I found this gem on Facebook:


Why didn’t I come up with this? I am totally inspired to carry chalk in my car. I’ll keep it right next to these.

I survived

But just barely … and I wouldn’t have made it without my friends Kim, Jeanne, Tracie and Kristy helping me man the ship. Who knew 10 little girls could be so demanding … and exhausting. Thank goodness for Pinot Grigio.

It was a super successful party … the girls had a blast getting glitter tattoos and colored hair streaks, in addition to consuming lots of sugar, singing karaoke and trashing my house.


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Hopefully it will be something Anabella will always remember. I know I won’t forget it any time soon. 😉

Happy birthday, Anabella!


She’s EIGHT!

As usual, I’m having mixed emotions … joyful in watching her grow into a confident, self-reliant little person, and yet sad that my “little girl” is slowly being left behind. I already feel like I’m forgetting her as a baby, so I decided to take a walk down birthday memory lane.

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She’s become such a thoughtful, intelligent, inquisitive and funny young lady. (Well, almost lady. Dan bought her a whoopee cushion for her birthday, and she played with that for two hours nonstop, so we have a little work to do there.) She is by far one of the best two things I have ever done in my life.

I love you, Anabella!



I’m back!

After a site redesign, followed by a hosting move and several other missteps, I’m finally back in business. There were so many times I wanted to blog …but of course, all those amazing post ideas are long gone. (Short-term memory loss is part of getting older, right?) Ha.

So it has been a busy five weeks. We were in Michigan for Jim’s funeral, then back home for my birthday (a spa day with all of my closest girlfriends … it was awesome), then I was off to Vegas and Wisconsin for a week-long business trip.

There was a little silliness …

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And a whole lot of this … (I rediscovered my love of cocktails)


Which led to a little alcohol-induced oversharing between me and my colleagues, but it was fun getting to know them better (which makes me love my job even more), and we stayed at the Bellagio, so that was top-notch.

Wisconsin was much more pleasant in June than in November, and I even tried cheese curds this time. They were yum.


But the best part of the trip was this …

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So here we are in July. We had a fun-filled, five-day family weekend to celebrate Independence Day (think Dave & Buster’s, Despicable Me 2, fireworks, lots of swimming…), and now we (being Dan and me) need a vacation.

But there is no rest for the weary, because Anabella turns eight this week, and we are hosting a slumber party this weekend. Lord help us! 😉