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This is Fifty… | midlyfemama
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Don’t mess with this Karate Mama. Camp Convo with Cooper, episode 1 →. July 7, 2014 · 1:18 pm. This is Fifty…. 50 years has passed. FIFTY YEARS. Half a century. Given the general life span of the human species, it is safe to assume I have more years behind me than ahead of me, although Tony DePasquale, my dear maternal grandfather, is giving the universe a run for its money at 95 years of age and still ticking. Today I am fifty. And so far, fifty is nifty. Don’t mess with this Karate Mama. You are commen...
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My Father’s Day post, a day late | midlyfemama
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I don’t always make it easy…My Mothers Day post a day late. Don’t mess with this Karate Mama →. June 16, 2014 · 6:55 pm. My Father’s Day post, a day late. So, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY GEORGE! I appreciate that he was supportive and caring even when he was hard to be around, when the migraines were taking over his brain or other issues were in control. He has always been a man of integrity, and made sure his family had all of the basic needs covered and then some. So happy Father’s Day. We love you! You should ...
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midlyfemama | Just another WordPress.com site | Page 2
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Newer posts →. May 8, 2014 · 1:13 pm. On being injured and powering through…but really I just want to lay down and take a nap. Posting once a month seems to be my game lately. We do what we can. What to do about it you ask? So here is to keeping busy, staying healthy and not getting injured any further. April 8, 2014 · 4:23 pm. Everything good comes to an end, so they tell me…but that just sucks. You know it’s not too late. We haven’t even interviewed anyone to replace you yet. You ca...I saw the orthope...
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umm. Hello. | 3limes
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A state of mind address. June 10, 2012 · 8:35 am. Oh shall we just not talk about it? How I ran away and needed some space and hid behind good books and watched such good TV drama and become intrigued with Breaking Bad and The Wire and continued my obsession with Mad Men? I might check back and visit 3limes now and again. 3limes will always be a part of me and I cannot let it go, not when it has been by my side for so long and through so much. So Hello. And bye, for now. Filed under Being brave. Fill in ...
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Trini Days | 3limes
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Here are some of the favorites from Trinidad. The tale of the dog and the BBQ. Trini style. A different cup of coffee. The little island that should. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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June | 2008 | Car Light Family Minneapolis
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Car Light Family Minneapolis. Learning about interdependence, intention and slowing down. . .as a family. June 30, 2008. How Green is Your Parade? Posted by Car Free Family under Uncategorized. Check out those polka dot Twister Pants! Met Al Franken’s daughter. She was a joy to meet. But the environmental factor? Big Diesel Truck and the excessive balloons:. The beauty queens selling bottled water. One of the hospitals giving away bags to hold your medical records. The saving grace: Bike Power! Who works...
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A state of mind address | 3limes
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Lists, old and new. Umm Hello. →. February 21, 2012 · 11:38 am. A state of mind address. Yes I have been quiet. Do you know that I have been writing 3limes an average of two times a week for close to four years? I work. I work hard, hello IB? I am in the garden of my dear A, back in her lushness in Kampala and we are sipping Espresso and watching our kids jump on the trampoline. Or bang! Too many worlds have happened too fast. I am shell shocked. Shall I tell you all this? My fantastic Latin Dance Class?
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: Climbing Out, or Learning to Swim
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Climbing Out, or Learning to Swim. I am doing one or the other. Have patience. I am still here, re-learning how to live, discovering how to navigate since the north star fell from my sky. Bear with me. I'll be back soon. It was a hell of a winter, but spring returns. In the meantime, say hello to Pip the Cat, Who Lives Upstairs. Pip is doing a pretty good job of expressing non-verbally how it's been going the past couple of months here in Doodlehem. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What a Fire Cat Is.
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What Do I Have to Say?: February 2014
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What Do I Have to Say? Friday, February 21, 2014. Teri, like us all was beautifully flawed. She was flawed in that cancer wreaked havoc on her body but not her beautiful spirit and soul. Flawed in that she had to leave much sooner that she would have chosen and beautiful in the way she chose to live her life even before her initial diagnosis of cancer. Godspeed Teri. You are already missed. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Learn something new everyday. Drink water - 2 liter daily. Learn uke songs (10).
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When What I Came to Say Is I Have Learned Who We Are: December 2014
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There Is Only One Path. That last is something, by the way, I'd advise against doing within twenty-four months of cancer surgery and multiple doses of radiation. It helps to have an immune system if you're going to be poking bits of metal into the soft parts of your body. Just a lesson from someone who didn't think that through at the time. As Dooce says, be ye not so stupid. Apparently my dream-self is kitschy? The, erm, excreta hit the overhead air circulation device with said beloved friend, not to me...
