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March 23, 2014

Freckles & Curse Words

In my current very pregnant state, one could accurately describe my emotional well-being as fragile. Iffy. Psychotic. I don’t pretend to be stable right now; the tears fall when I repeatedly drop my razor in the shower, and the curse words fly when the dogs lick the sliding glass door I just friggin’ cleaned. I […]
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Published on March 23, 2014 07:17

March 22, 2014

Potty Training’s Got Nothin’ On Us…

…except maybe that whole consistency thing. You may recall, my little peanut was NOT on board with potty training. In fact, she was pretty adamant that she just wanted M&Ms and I was to leave her alone. The adorable designs on Huggie’s Pull-ups didn’t melt her Disney-loving heart, nor did the allure of a post-pee-pee […]
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Published on March 22, 2014 04:55

March 21, 2014

Husband: WTF?

Even though Facebook continues to be a thorn in the side of bloggers everywhere, I’m holding out hope that my pals and I will be given Mark Zuckerturd’s blessing to rant, rave, and laugh as per our usual. Especially because I’ve started a new “trend” (in quotation marks because I believe a trend requires more […]
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Published on March 21, 2014 01:00

March 18, 2014

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Growing up, I never missed an episode of Mister Roger’s Neighborhood. His adorable cardigan sweaters, the whistling trolley, and Daniel Tiger were the fabric of my childhood. I learned words like empathy and patience, and took trips to crayon factories without ever leaving my living room. I knew the theme song by heart (“won’t […]
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Published on March 18, 2014 13:35

March 16, 2014

Primanti’s, Yinzers, and Black & Gold: Mapping My State

Allow me to introduce you to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: gritty city, full of heart and and pride, and while most of our collars are blue, the rest of the place is draped in black and gold. Da ‘burgh, as it’s affectionately called by its inhabitants, boasts 90 different neighborhoods. My brother-in-law and his beautiful wife actually […]
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Published on March 16, 2014 12:20

March 14, 2014

#NakedMoms: Growing Into Motherhood

When I received the #NakedMom’s prompt for this month, Motherhood & Growing, I immediately interpreted it in the most literal sense: the bulging bowling ball that is currently rolling around in my belly is a present reminder of exactly how much I havegrown in motherhood… Belly shots aside, I stoppedto really reflect on […]
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Published on March 14, 2014 03:00

March 12, 2014

I’m Going to Alaska

As I type this, I’m wearing jeans and a tank top, and my swollen feet are donning flip flops for the first time in what feels like years. The sun is shining and–wait, what’s that?–BIRDS. Birds are chirping. My windows are open and a warm breeze is slipping through just enough to gently sweep my […]
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Published on March 12, 2014 03:00

March 10, 2014

Introducing: The Leading Ladies of I Just Want to Be Alone

All classic movies have’em. They’re unforgettable, they’re repeated in social contexts, and they make for awesome one-liners when you can’t think of anything else to say: “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.” –Casablanca “Go ahead, make my day.” –Dirty Harry “There’s no crying in baseball!” –A League of Their Own “Heeeeeey you guuuuuys!” –The Goonies Okay, […]
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Published on March 10, 2014 11:33

March 6, 2014

Five Years Ago

Thirty-three years ago, I was the first grandchild, the favorite. You actually called me Number One which made me wonder if you were just trying to remember the birth order of your grandkids or if I was, truly, Number One. I think we both know the answer. Seventeen years ago, when I got my driver’s […]
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Published on March 06, 2014 18:49

March 4, 2014

This One Time I Took Stuff Without Paying For It…

I was in seventh grade. Maybe eighth. I was having a hard time “finding myself” as I watched those around mesubmerge,never to be seen again, in the various social cliques of middle school. Preps? Brains? Jocks? Bad Girls? I owned an argyle sweater, had a 4.0 GPA, played softball, and had a smart mouth. Where […]
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Published on March 04, 2014 05:51