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parent/teenager conferences

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When Peter and I went to school there was no Netflix and Hulu. Xbox and Nintendo DS’s were off in the future. We were killing ourselves for a song on our mix tapes instead of the instant play on Spotify. We had dial up and one computer per house was a luxury.

It’s not hard to understand how it can...

bowling balls the only balls in play

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Over winter break I took advantage of my new Groupon addiction at our local bowling alley. I was able to tell the kids to invite a friend to join us, already paid by the fun coupon.

I had suggested Nathaniel invite Luke his best friend but he was already going to be on a trip.

“Can I...

do the time warp again

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February went by with no posts. They were in my head but because of my eyes and overall laziness with typing they stayed dormant.

I didn’t write about my fortieth birthday, Pete’s fortieth-second went by too. Nathaniel turned 16 (all teenage girls that visit are automatically shot in the ass with a dart of Depo-Provera)(There’s a whole post...

blogging on purpose

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When I started writed in 2006 Peyton had just gotten sick. I blogged to keep friends and family updated, it slowly morphed into a place where I vented about the horror of watching my baby in so much pain, I could honestly talk about the good and bad of the life I found...

i want to be buried in my “i love jake ryan” shirt

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I’m pretty sure I’m dying.

I’ve had bronchitis since Christmas, I keep forgetting to take my night meds so my bp is wonky and Web MD said this strange mole is probable pancreatic cancer. So, it’s been real ya’ll.

I can only imagine the lectures brewing right now.

You forget your meds? Are you stupid? Do you want...

chubby bunny

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Peyton found this game we “HAD TO TRY!”

 

this girl is on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiire!

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Ok, so *I* wasn’t on fire but I started one.

With my wheelchair.

In my kitchen.

Accidentally.

We have a gas stove versus electric.

Peter ordered pizza the night before and we carelessly left the cardboard boxes on the burners.

Note: cardboard is really freaking flammable. 

 Part of my wheelchair experience...

isn’t this supposed to be fun?

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I can’t cut my nails. Fingers or toes, they’re a two-handed job that are beyond me.

So, I go and have a mani/pedi.

Which sounds great, used to be a treat, a moment to pamper myself.

But like anything, when it becomes a necessity some of the joy gets sucked out it.

I really thought about it this week,...

why you shouldn’t write on Monday

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There I am, laying in bed, thinking of the things that have changed in the past few years. The thing on my body that have stronger, things that have gotten worse.

I think, mostly, of my kids in relation to these changes.

How much longer will the weaknesses maintain before they just DON’T anymore?

I’m excited for our...

playing games in my mind

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I used to play MASH.

You remember that game from your childhood? Mansion, Apartment, Shack or House. Yes, I would live in a shack with Joey McIntyre. Even with our five kids in a Porsche.

I liked MASH, I never said I was smart about it.

But in all those daydreams, with fantasies scribbled in pencil on scraps of lined paper, not...

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