Cooking Under Pressure...

Cooking Under Pressure...

It's football practice season, which means meal planning or eating out. I prefer to eat in. #1 there's leftovers, #2 it's healthier, #3 it's cheaper, #4 my son can be in bed at a reasonable time (provided I've planned and cooked ahead of time). But who plans and cooks ahead of time?

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The Lollypop Throw Down

The Lollypop Throw Down

He willingly gave me each piece of chewed gum but didn't not want to relinquish the stick as if more candy would appear. In an attempt to redirect traffic to the water hose, Christopher had a dirty diaper and war broke out. 

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It's Mother's Day in July...

It's Mother's Day in July...

I’ve virtually written and crumpled several posts over the past couple weeks. But today everything was just right in Mama Bear’s world (headlines excluded) and that is when I like to write. Today’s weather and writing in it was like biting a piece of chocolate when I've been on a diet - except chocolate is never excluded on a diet. 

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Hot Flashes and a Rambling Brain

Hot Flashes and a Rambling Brain

I didn't know what to title this one. I am up in the middle of the night taking advantage of a hot flash and a rambling brain. I'm talking about wine, allergies, asparagus pee, uninvited guests, To Kill a Mockingbird, the N-word, the Confederate flag and the KKK.

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Let's get together and feel all right...

Let's get together and feel all right...

I didn't realize how badly we needed a vacation until Papa Bear and I were in the middle of the ocean giving one another salt water kisses. One Love is the theme song for the vacation we just had...

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Hate in America

Hate in America

Hate in America is not just about crime. If you read any of the comments to news articles online, you'll see how insensitive people are. It spells H-A-T-E to me. There's been a lot going on this week and I just had to vent somewhere...

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My Daddy: Roasted & Toasted

My Daddy: Roasted & Toasted

We aren't mushy, chatty, huggy, or kissy. It just hasn't ever been our thing. I mostly remember him saying, "Gimme five" and me slapping his hand in return. And yes there was that once upon a little girl who talked him to death...

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"Love you to pieces."

"Love you to pieces."

It was bedtime and we'd had a one on one evening because it's Papa Bear's bowling night.

Since there's only two days of school left I let Christopher play outside until 7:45 then we went to run an errand and go to Sonic (our new favorite place). 

As I kissed him on the cheek he said,

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