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The evolution of the girlfriend getaway

It started with a couple of stolen hours.  We'd pick a date that worked for all of us, crossing our fingers for no last-minute work emergencies, sick children or childcare cop outs.  Our rendezvous destination was generally somewhere in the middle - north for them, south for me. On the given day, as I put … Continue reading The evolution of the girlfriend getaway →

Keeping up with the Kardashians and Duck Dynasty – reality?

I don't really watch a lot of television, but when I do it's either a series like Mad Men or Downton Abbey, or sports. The only reality TV I watch, other than American Idol or the occasional episode of The Amazing Race, is on the Home and Garden channel. I remember first becoming aware of … Continue reading Keeping up with the Kardashians and Duck Dynasty – reality? →

YOLO – NOLA

First, apologies for YOLO. I've never used that acronym before and I promise to retire it immediately.  The term, that is.  The sentiment? Not likely. I've got a little trip planned with three of my besties - a long weekend in New Orleans.  I'm rather ridiculously excited.  I've never been to this city before, but … Continue reading YOLO – NOLA →

Last Run and a good run

This past weekend may have been close to perfect.  One of my favorite girls arrived prior to the snow and we settled in to an afternoon of satisfying household tasks.  There was cooking, roasting and baking.  A tree was agreed upon and chopped down, by me. Later, it was beautifully decorated, not by me.  I … Continue reading Last Run and a good run →

Metaphors for life and random confessions

aka - thoughts from a run The sidewalks were slick tonight with ice and nuisance snow.  Not quite enough to shovel, but too much to ignore. Life can be a slippery path at times, but like the ice, it was just a caution - not a discouragement. Forge ahead.  It's the right direction. I love … Continue reading Metaphors for life and random confessions →