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Born without a Y: Today's post is brought to you by the Number 8.
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Monday, October 31, 2011. Today's post is brought to you by the Number 8. I've taken my fair share of risks in life. As a planner (understatement), I try to be as calculated as possible but there have been a few times - life changing times - I didn't see it coming.and did it anyway. It's not that there weren't tough times. In fact, those first years after jumping from the buildings, so to speak, were definitely adjustment periods. And there were times I questioned the choices I had made. But ...I'm alrea...
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Born without a Y: October 1, documented.
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011. October 1, documented. I'm still learning about my wedding day. If we haven't spent time together since the big event, I expect to hear all the details as you recall them to get a sense of what it was like. My wedding experience is a collection of stories from the people I love most married (hehe) with my own fuzzy recollections. It's these personal stories that I love, even the scandalous ones. Especially the scandalous ones. You think I'm kidding. Woman Behind the Words.
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Born without a Y: October 2011
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Monday, October 31, 2011. Today's post is brought to you by the Number 8. I've taken my fair share of risks in life. As a planner (understatement), I try to be as calculated as possible but there have been a few times - life changing times - I didn't see it coming.and did it anyway. It's not that there weren't tough times. In fact, those first years after jumping from the buildings, so to speak, were definitely adjustment periods. And there were times I questioned the choices I had made. But ...I'm alrea...
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All These Little Things: October 2012
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Friday, October 12, 2012. As I work from home this morning, happy to be horizontal and unshowered, I ponder how much this house has brought to our lives. It's done much more than provide a roof over our head. You might say it's predicted our fate. A little story for you. You see, my home is everything to me. It's my rock in the storm of life. My sanctity from all things that trouble me, and nothing can touch me when I'm in it. I am not stable unless my home is. In searching for a wedding venue, the Mansi...
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All These Little Things: Memories Echo
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012. I was born with a congenital heart defect commonly known as VSD. It means there was a hole in it. My ticker fixed itself spontaneously before I turned 10 (although I don't quite know when, something I probably should), and I went on to live a pretty normal life. Physically speaking. Being pregnant, I'm once again under a cardiologist's care. Who knew your blood volume increases 40-50% during pregnancy and your heart works twice as hard? Not so much. I was misinformed. It's the u...
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All These Little Things: House of Destiny
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Friday, October 12, 2012. As I work from home this morning, happy to be horizontal and unshowered, I ponder how much this house has brought to our lives. It's done much more than provide a roof over our head. You might say it's predicted our fate. A little story for you. You see, my home is everything to me. It's my rock in the storm of life. My sanctity from all things that trouble me, and nothing can touch me when I'm in it. I am not stable unless my home is. In searching for a wedding venue, the Mansi...
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All These Little Things: Mommy Fail
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013. As I sit here staring at my fancy night vision monitor, watching my baby boy sleep two hours after I arrived home (on his belly - failure #1, and an hour earlier than he should be - failure #2), the only thing that comes to mind as exhaustion takes over is this: being a working mom blows. Hard. Like a porn star. Sure, sure. I am a strong, empowered woman who is taking care of her family. Hear me roar! Ago, behind. The guilt is overwhelming. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Born without a Y: November 2011
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011. October 1, documented. I'm still learning about my wedding day. If we haven't spent time together since the big event, I expect to hear all the details as you recall them to get a sense of what it was like. My wedding experience is a collection of stories from the people I love most married (hehe) with my own fuzzy recollections. It's these personal stories that I love, even the scandalous ones. Especially the scandalous ones. You think I'm kidding. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Born without a Y: Mamma always told me I was special
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009. Mamma always told me I was special. In doing more research about my "type"- that INFJ thingy, I found yet another resource offering in-depth insights into my personality traits. My significant other, an ENFP (defined as my "natural" mate), and I had a lot of fun dissecting the types, learning about each other, and translating the characteristics to our every day lives. Until we came across this, in reference to yours truly:. December 16, 2009 at 8:17 AM. December 16, 2009 at 1...
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Born without a Y: One Week
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Saturday, September 24, 2011. Today I cried over my pumpkin pancakes. I managed to walk (slowly) up the street and have breakfast in a public place with my very soon-to-be-husband. They were exceptionally yummy, but something tells me they weren't the root cause of my tears. Those pancakes were warm and comfortable, safe. In comparison, while I am frequently warm these days, I do not feel comfortable in my skin. I don't know that I will ever be the same person I was before. I don't feel strong enough...
