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you can't make this stuff up...: April 2015
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Monday, April 6, 2015. For the last 3 years, I have been in a state of holding my breath. I feared we would never hit "normal" again. Nothing could be normal. Without Daddy . after learning of my Mom's dementia. after losing friends to death. after feeling like we lived in a continual state of loss. And yet here we are. Normal. This is what my new normal looks like:. I have a mother who is constantly losing who she is. Her face and sometimes mannerisms remind me of days gone by, but her current demen...
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you can't make this stuff up...: September 2014
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Friday, September 19, 2014. Doing Good, 2014. I have been mulling over this post for a few weeks. I have started it 3 separate times tonight. For some reason, the words just aren't easy. I'm struggling to make words on my computer screen match all of the emotion in my heart. Please bear with me as I take you on a tour through the jumbled-ness that is my mind these days. Next week is September 24. That would be my Daddy's birthday. It also would be the first birthday of a baby I didn't get to meet. We col...
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you can't make this stuff up...: Blaming Germs
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Thursday, March 13, 2014. My Facebook feed has blown up the last little bit with people posting of their families' various illnesses. It's just that time of year. But in all honesty, is it not always " that time of year. I've already gotten a text this morning from a friend I've spent time with recently who was worried she was the culprit for bringing us the germs. I expect that more than one of my friends will assume that guilt at some point today. as loads of people I know have had this recently. Withi...
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you can't make this stuff up...: do good.
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Thursday, June 21, 2012. One morning when I was in third(ish) grade, my Daddy drove us to school. Against the backdrop of Scotty Rhodarmer on WWNC, Daddy slowed his car down to offer help to a man walking along the road with his young son. Now, where I went to elementary school, people did not just. Walk along the road. Daddy knew there had to be some reason this man- and his son- were walking. as he noted to me that there had to be another. Reason they didn't have on coats. And then he went on his way&#...
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you can't make this stuff up...: September 2013
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Monday, September 23, 2013. September 24, 2013- #dogood. I made some new friends last week and attempted to explain "Do Good" to them. I told them that it started as a saying from my Daddy, but has become so much more. That made me have to go back and explain a bit about who my Daddy wa. S, and to tell that he died last year. This was met with the usual condolences. It was followed up with "How is your Mom handling that? As she is battling dementia. (ugh.) My Daddy had remarried (yay! Do Good, y'all.
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you can't make this stuff up...: June 2014
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Thursday, June 19, 2014. Self Care and Washing Machines. My washing machine makes this noise as it's going from one cycle to another. It sounds kind of like an airplane taking off. The moment it hits the next cycle (rinse? I dunno), it has this very anticlimactic "THUD" and then it kicks into a lower gear. Before you become concerned about the well-being of our appliances, let me assure you that it is fine. This is par for the laundry-washing course. That seems to happen less and less. Realizing that the...
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you can't make this stuff up...: January 2014
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Wednesday, January 8, 2014. My life has been dictated by numbers. Forever. At 7, I wanted to be 10. At 10, I wanted to be 13. At 13, I wanted to be 16. it continued until I grasped that the age I am now is all that I'm promised. I love 38, even though I've only been it for 1 month. because it's all I'm promised. The number on my scale. The number of things on my to-do list. The number in my bank account. And yet there are other numbers that are critical. Links to this post. Thursday, January 2, 2014.
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you can't make this stuff up...: November 2013
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Saturday, November 23, 2013. In 2010, I started taking cues from my friend Gina and posting a daily "Top 5" of things I enjoyed about my day on Facebook. This was after that random tumor surgery. When I brought back the Top 5, I got several private messages about how others "needed" to see them. that they encouraged their children/spouses/friends to do the same. and how a mental redirection was just what they needed, too. Life of mine with my dear Reader Friends. 2 Papas and Beer. 6 My Book Club. 13 Work...
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you can't make this stuff up...: 2 weeks.
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Friday, February 7, 2014. 2 weeks ago, we went to meet a sweet baby girl. One in the Foster system. One who needed a little love. 2 weeks ago, we left that meeting smitten with her cuteness, but unsure what would be next. We did, however, stop by Target to pick up a few things she could use just in case. She came to live with us. 2 weeks ago, in the time span of a couple hours, we said emphatically "yes" to a sweet little one. and pulled a crib down from the attic. and prepared E even further for...2 wee...
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you can't make this stuff up...: Doing Good, 2014
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Friday, September 19, 2014. Doing Good, 2014. I have been mulling over this post for a few weeks. I have started it 3 separate times tonight. For some reason, the words just aren't easy. I'm struggling to make words on my computer screen match all of the emotion in my heart. Please bear with me as I take you on a tour through the jumbled-ness that is my mind these days. Next week is September 24. That would be my Daddy's birthday. It also would be the first birthday of a baby I didn't get to meet. We col...
