tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-375737802024-02-29T23:39:56.173-06:00soak up lifeCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14421438302474901935noreply@blogger.comBlogger1342125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-15160665876535208582016-10-08T21:03:00.001-05:002016-10-08T21:03:17.300-05:00I'm With HerIn what I feel could be a historic election, I am going on the record saying "I'm with her."<br />
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Who knows how November 8 will turn out. But either way, I want Cade and I need myself to know I voted for the most qualified candidate.<br />
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Is she perfect? No. Is she a shit ton better than the alternatives? Yes.<br />
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And even that said, I generally agree with her. Even if the alternatives were reasonable options, I'd still probably be voting for Hillary Clinton. Because she's very experienced, has an even temperament and sees domestic and family issues the same way I do.<br />
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If I had one wish for this election (but God knows I need about 10 wishes), it would be that the usually-vote-Republican folks who don't like Hillary Clinton could more often say "I disagree with her policies but she is a viable, generally fit to serve option." Notice I didn't say they would vote for her. That would be lovely of course. But almost more important I think is the ability to politely and intellectually disagree while still acknowledging that the person is not an unrealistic option.<br />
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In 2008 when John McCain ran for president, I disagreed with many of his policies. I did not vote for him. But throughout that election, I felt like he was a worthy opponent and probably a very good leader. He was just leading in a direction I didn't want to go. It didn't (and doesn't) make him a bad person, just someone who would tackle things differently than me.<br />
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I'd really like to hear more of that about Hillary Clinton. She's imperfect and she has a particular set of beliefs. But she's not a villain. And even if you are not going to vote for her, it doesn't take skin off your back to acknowledge her as a serious candidate and probably someone who truly wants the best for others (even if you disagree about how to get there).<br />
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Donald Trump, however, is not a serious candidate. He is an entertainer, a caricature. He is offensive and mean. He is quick tempered, irrational, prejudiced, out of touch and in every way unfit to be president. I'm sad for the GOP that he's what they have been forced to offer America in this election. For everyone's sake, I wish this were a better matched situation. But it is not.<br />
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So ultimately as voters we have three choices:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-52826341852163105692016-09-08T16:46:00.000-05:002016-09-08T16:46:09.047-05:00I'm Back!Back in action folks. At least for today. No promises beyond that. What's happened since we last met up, back in February? Well...<br />
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<li>Cade turned 3! He had a Curious George birthday party at the park.</li>
<li>I went to Boston for a business trip and got to see my roomies while there.</li>
<li>Ross and I went to Vegas. We saw Elvis and went out for fancy birthday dinner. And, best news of all, only lost a little money.</li>
<li>I went to a great great great conference in Nashville. It was really geeky. And the boys survived mommy leaving again.</li>
<li>I accepted the role of publicity co-chair for Chaps. My first order of business is email marketing.</li>
<li>We all went to Galveston for a family vacation. It was more relaxed than last year's beach trip, which though ultimately good, took some adjusting to. I was ready for Cade to need constant entertaining or risk meltdown and it definitely took a day to discover we could just vegge out. Ah, vacation.</li>
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<li>Sorta during all of that, Cade took swim lessons. It varied between "weekly torture session" and "wow - this is kinda fun." Given that last year it was 100% torture, I'd say that's an improvement.</li>
<li>I changed jobs. Still at Abila, now Digital Marketing Manager.</li>
<li>Ross has been uber involved in the union, specifically on a labor committee. He even spoke at an all-department meeting last month.</li>
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I feel like we've moved into a chapter in life where we are playing the long game. I'm not really a long game person by nature; I live to move fast and want fairly instant results. That's probably why I feel so aware of this shift. </div>
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For example, parenting is pretty much always the long game. Cade is three and I think my friend Rachel sums it up best "Three year olds are two year olds who have gone pro." He's pretty extreme in all his ways right now. As in he's extremely naughty or extremely amazing and adorable. He'll call me his best girl or "my love" but then lose his ever-loving mind if asked to change seats at the dinner table (actual thing that happened 3 days ago). So it's the long game, wondering which side is going to prevail and be the person he's going to be.</div>
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The ranch is the super long game. We bought it now but we won't build out there for at least 15 years (according to Ross), more likely 20 years (according to me). For now we're paying the bills and doing minor improvements. Don't interpret this as anything other than incredible excitement for the ranch. We're REALLY excited. It's a very cool, exciting and fun long game.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-59122427833717107382016-02-21T08:09:00.001-06:002016-02-21T08:09:59.943-06:00HiatusAfter almost 10 years of blogging, I think I'm taking a hiatus. There's so much wonderful living going on, I find it increasingly hard to take time to write about said living. Will I come back one day? Maybe, who knows. Will it be a lifetime hiatus that is better defined as just simply being done? Maybe.<br />
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So until we meet again dear blog readers! I have some livin' to do.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-36947232776856405132016-01-24T08:41:00.004-06:002016-01-24T08:41:48.232-06:00Painting PartyI'm aiming to finish decorating the guest room this spring. Or at least this year. Friday night I enlisted Cade to help me.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-38417955587145786622016-01-20T20:23:00.001-06:002016-01-20T20:24:59.033-06:00New Year Resolutions Update20 days in and still going! But dang, this <a href="http://soakuplife.blogspot.com/2016/01/new-years-resolutions.html">not touching the spending account thing</a> is harder than I expected. Top of the list as for why: vacations.<br />
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I went to pay our credit card today and thought "gasp! That can't be right! Someone has our card!"<br />
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Ah, no. You just booked a spendy (and lovely) hotel in Vegas Cheryl. Oh and you booked a condo in Galveston. You brought on all your vacation expenses for the year in the same month and before your annual bonus arrives.<br />
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Which leads me to the number two reason: bonuses. Not complaining! But when you know you have a bonus coming you so so so want to start playing with some of that money. Do things like you know, book a beach condo for summer vacation. But stop! Wait! Don't book it until you actually have the money!<br />
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At least that's what I should have said to myself. Live and learn maybe?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-51257039282289163852016-01-14T09:29:00.001-06:002016-01-14T11:22:47.243-06:0030 Must-Haves When You Turn 30Last night I read a Houston Chronicle/Cosmo article by reality TV star Lauren Conrad on <a href="http://www.chron.com/home-elegance/article/29-things-every-girl-needs-in-her-apartment-6491655.php">29 things every girl needs before she turns thirty</a>. And I threw up in my mouth a little.<br />
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Some were practical and smart, like a fire extinguisher. Others, like a cake stand or matching napkins, were depressingly inaccurate. If you want a cake stand, by all means, go buy one. But a <b>necessity</b>? I think not.<br />
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It got me all riled up. So in response, here is my list of things you really do need when you turn 30.<br />
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<b>1. 401k</b> - Only 30ish more years til retirement, so you better start saving now!<br />
<b>2. Education</b> - Whether it is a college degree, on-the-job training, by 30 you should have the education you need to support yourself. Even if you don't work out of the home, having the ability to if it all goes to shit is really important.<br />
<b>3. OBGYN</b> - For your health, find a doctor you trust and see them regularly. They'll know your medical history and can help you more effectively.<br />
<b>4. Bank account(s)</b> - No more money in your sock drawer. Be a grown up and put it in the bank.<br />
<b>5. Fire safe</b> - Even just a small one for your social security card and similarly important paperwork. You may even stick a few sentimental things in there; ours has the DVD of our wedding photos and our ultrasound pic of Cade.<br />
<b>6. Health insurance</b> - Hopefully with Obamacare we all get some help getting this.<br />
<b>7. Relationship with your parents</b> - As in a good one. Parents or whomever played the "raising" you role. Knowing you as a self-sufficient adult should be their payout for all the times they grounded you, helped with homework, etc.<br />
<b>8. Active activity</b> - One you can actually stick to. Swimming, running, yoga, whatever, you need an active activity to help manage weight, stress and generally be in good health.<br />
<b>9. Life insurance</b> - God forbid something happens, you should have at least enough life insurance to cover the funeral and ideally enough to help your family pay off any major debts like a mortgage.<br />
<b>10. Will</b> - While we're on the topic, you need a will. It should include end-of-life care instructions, and if you have dependents, a plan for their care.<br />
<b>11. Fire extinguisher </b>- I told you, I agree with some of Lauren Conrad's suggestions and this is one. You should really have a fire extinguisher, maybe two.<br />
<b>12. Designated driver</b> - Every time you drink, have a plan to NOT drink and drive. Your date, your friend, Uber, the couch at the place you are drinking. You are too old to risk the safety of yourself and others because of alcohol.<br />
<b>13. Family plan</b> - Not the "husband, 2.5 kids and a dog" kind. But the family planning kind. Want kids right now? Great, you know how to get them! Don't want kids right now? Great, you know how to not get them. Be an active participant in your sexual health and family planning.<br />
<b>14. Sense of self</b> - You probably tried on a lot of different hats in your 20s (and you'll probably keep doing that forever). By 30 you should sorta know who you are or at least be closer to figuring it out, and be COMFORTABLE with it. If you are a working woman, that's wonderful. If you are an incredible wife and mother, that's wonderful. If you are an enthusiastic patriot and community servant, that's wonderful. Just like it's OK to hate cooking, love cooking, really enjoy country music, love sappy chick flicks or hate red wine.<br />
<b>15. Confidence</b> - Right there with your sense of self, the confidence to be that person, to stand up for what you believe in and be a leader in your own way.<br />
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<b>16. Flashlight</b> - Again, Lauren Conrad wasn't all wrong.<br />
<b>17. Tool set</b> - Again, she did OK on this one.<br />
<b>18. Adult email address</b> - Please say goodbye to HotHon3y@aol.com. You can't apply for a job or mortgage with that. Use your name or initials.<br />
<b>19. Facebook privacy settings</b> - Understand them and put a few in place. Your boss does not need to see you in a bikini. Really.<br />
<b>20. Resume</b> - Especially if you work outside of the home, but even if you don't, a relatively current resume is always smart to have on hand. You never know when you'll need it.<br />
<b>21. Realistic Budget</b> - No matter how much or how little money you have, a budget keeps it in check. You should have one and be reasonably good at sticking to it.<br />
<b>22. Get outta debt plan</b> - Maybe it is to get 100% outta debt or maybe just to pay off your credit cards. Either is great and the less debt you have, the more freedom you will gain.<br />
<b>23. Passport</b> - Fingers crossed you have a really fun reason to use it. But if a last minute need to travel abroad (remember, that includes Mexico and Canada) comes up, you don't want to be caught in the cluster that is often expedited passport requests.<br />
<b>24. Roadside Assistance Plan</b> - Whether its your own two hands, a paid service or a few reliable family/friends, make sure you know how to bail yourself out if the car battery dies or a tire goes flat.<br />
<b>25. Negotiation skills</b> - Very important for salary, car buying, home buying or even just vacation rental. Or having a toddler.<br />
<b>26. BFF</b> - A girlfriend, husband, your mom. At least one person who you love and can share everything with. You deserve someone to celebrate your highs with and help you through the lows.<br />
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<b>27. Wow outfit</b> - one outfit that you feel really good about yourself when wearing. Doesn't matter if it is work, date-night or what. You deserve to have something you feel fabulous in.<br />
<b>28. Comfortable mattress</b> - Another Lauren Conrad win. You spend 1/4-1/3 of your life sleeping. It should be good quality.<br />
<b>29. Boots</b> - Maybe they are cute, but they should definitely be functional for whatever your winters are like. Now if you live in Hawaii, you can probably substitute flip flops here.<br />
<b>30. Kitchen Favorite</b> - Depending on how you most like to use your kitchen, you should have something in your kitchen that you really really love. Cake stand (to each his own), wine glasses, food processor, margarita machine, it doesn't really matter. Eating and drinking are important, let's enjoy them.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-82352600309322362892016-01-07T20:28:00.001-06:002016-01-07T20:28:38.685-06:00Sunny Day JailbreakIt was a bizarre and wonderful sunny and 72 today. In early January. Crazy.<br />
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I left work early, picked up the Cade-man and we hit up our favorite park for sunshine and fun.</div>
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Totally worth the hour of make-up work I had to do after putting him to bed.*<br />
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*Note: putting him to bed. Not after he went to sleep. Because we're 50 minutes past bedtime now and I can still hear that crazy kid upstairs.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-3071300876182553862016-01-04T20:22:00.002-06:002016-01-04T20:22:25.560-06:00Cutting BackEvery 2-3 years, for like the past 10-15, I find that I haven taken on too many commitments. You think after all this time, I would learn. But no. I just get so darn excited about so many things, I sign up for them all.<br />
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The high school version: Join student council? Yes! Tutor elementary school students? Yes! Work part-time? Yes! Take AP classes? Yes! Try to have a social life? Yes! Sleep? ...oh I knew I was forgetting something.<br />
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The college version: Take a full course load? Yes! (Especially since it was costing a fortune either way). Join TriDelta? Yes! Work part-time? Yes! Host parties at your awesome apartment? Yes! Sleep? ....oh I knew I was forgetting something.<br />
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<script async="" charset="utf-8" src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js"></script>The mom version: Raise a child? Yes! Be a good wife? Yes! Work out regularly? Yes! Have a full-time job? Yes! Travel? Yes! Generally take care of myself by going to the dentist, doctor, etc? Yes! Blog? Yes! Volunteer? Yes! Watch trashy TV and drink wine? Yes! See friends? Yes! Visit family? Yes! Make Pinterest-worthy anything? Occasionally, yes! Sleep? ...oh right, that again.<br />
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So as I have had to continually do, it was time to cut back. And a handful of these aren't up for negotiation. My boys, for example, are (thankfully) here to stay. And though we all have days we'd rather not work, I never have days when I'd rather not have the income, and truth be told, I really do like my job. Cutting out the dentist and whatnot was tempting but ultimately not an adult decision.<br />
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This go-around, I cut back on blogging, specifically for the Austin Mom's Blog. I really did enjoy doing it but I found it was a solitary activity for me. Which is what I set out for initially but as I got involved I realized how social it could be with all the fun public and private blogger events that were held. Yet unfortunately, I never ever could fit any of those in. Literally the only other time I saw my fellow bloggers in person was at our group photoshoot last year and it was truly a three ring circus to get there during rush hour on a work day.<br />
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I was, of my own doing, having a half-assed blogger experience. Doing things half-assed isn't nearly as fun, meaningful or productive as doing things all in. I mean if you are going to raise a kid, RAISE that kid. If you are going to watch trashy TV and drink wine, well then damn it, make sure you chill the bottle and have some pajama pants ready.<br />
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I'll of course continue to be an enthusiastic reader. It really is the best place to find a list of 50 splashpads, events around town, kid-friendly day trips, hilarious stories in mothering and such. (For an example, check out my swan song, <a href="http://austin.citymomsblog.com/2016/01/04/mom-no-good-bad-day/">Mom and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day</a>.)<br />
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I'm hoping with my new found time, I can do the other things a wee bit better. I especially want to get more active in my new volunteer group, which being based in Round Rock, is relatively easy for me to participate in. Also, as part of my <a href="http://soakuplife.blogspot.com/2016/01/new-years-resolutions.html">new year's resolutions</a>, I'm hopeful I can work out a smidge more and maybe I'll do a few things, like decorating the guest room, with Pinterest-worthy flair.<br />
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Thanks AMB - it was fun!<br />
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Exercise four times per week: I know this won't happen every week, like when I'm traveling, but I think it can on the 90% of the year I'm in town. Mom and Dad gifted me with 10 classes at a yoga studio that has a class time perfectly for my work-from-home days so I am set up for success.<br />
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Complete phase 2 of potty training: Also known as really completing potty training. He doesn't have many accidents right now but he is also very reliant upon us to remind him to go. This spring, he needs to go on his own accord and start making it through naptime dry. The latter scares me but I'm sure we'll get there one day. The goal is by his birthday so he can move up from pre-primary to the primary class at school in April.<br />
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Don't touch the savings account: We're not awful about pulling out of our savings account but we do usually rely on it for vacations and Christmas. In 2016, no dice. We're going to pay for everything from our checking account and let that savings account grow, grow, grow. And of course, continue putting money into it at the same pace we do now.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-43717765248836832202015-12-24T14:12:00.001-06:002015-12-24T14:12:44.580-06:00Christmas TraditionsA few days ago I got very concerned with Christmas traditions. Cade is old enough to be totally in love with Santa and Rudolph now and I wanted to make sure this Christmas - and subsequent ones - was totally awesome for him. Ross' schedule throws in the monkey wrench of date inconsistency year after year and that was throwing me off. When would Santa come? How would we explain the ever-moving date? What could be consistent, even if the date moved?<br />
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I stressed sufficiently but eventually was distracted by something else. Like in the moment needs of caring for a family.<br />
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Today is Christmas Eve and what our tradition could be, should be, will be dawned on me. Since Ross is off for 48 hours, whenever it happens, our Christmas tradition is going to be just that. 48 hours of Christmas awesomeness.<br />
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It "came to me" because really, that's what we're trying to do this year. Ross is off Christmas Eve and Christmas Day (jackpot!) and I really wanted to make the most of it. So we're spreading the fun out over both days. And while it is really awesome to have Christmas Eve and Day this year, I realized we can always celebrate for two full days. Every year. So that is what we'll be doing.<br />
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This year that meant Christmas music and stockings this morning. Stockings, for us we've decided, are from family. No Santa involved and they are done just the four (Mom, Dad, Cade & Lexi) of us. That's our own little private slice of holiday time. So at 8 a.m. today we busted into our stockings.<br />
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Now we're laying low. Everyone is in pajamas; Cade is watching a Thomas Christmas movie, Ross is napping and I am drinking really delicious special Christmas wine. When Cade's movie is over, he and I will decorate gingerbread-man cookies for Santa and early this evening, we'll go to church with Nana and Grandpa Jack.<br />
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Tomorrow my parents will arrive, and after naptime, we'll have the big family Christmas party with tree presents and dinner.<br />
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It's all the normal things of Christmas, but I'm really enjoying stretching them out across two days instead of cramming everything into one. It also means we can do EVERYTHING: movies, stockings, tree presents, big dinner, and church. Literally all of the Christmas things.<br />
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In 20 years, when Cade is in college and everyone is talking about their Christmas traditions, I hope he'll say "we had Christmas weekend. It always lasted two days." Maybe he'll say "we did stockings just us" or "we had surf-n-turf for dinner," some of the little more traditional traditions we're slowly establishing. But if his story is we celebrated and had the best time ever for two days, I'll feel like I've done my mommy job on the Christmas front.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-33782055549557742242015-12-04T20:49:00.002-06:002015-12-04T20:49:26.150-06:00These Halls Are Decked!We're still working on the outside (long story) but inside, we are festive and ready for Christmas!<br />
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The Tree<br />
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The Living Room<br />
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The Dining Room & Kitchen<br />
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My Favorites<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-75504602840780760092015-12-03T20:53:00.001-06:002015-12-03T20:53:48.138-06:00Technology for the LossNormally, I love technology. The past 48 hours though, not so much.<br />
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<li>Work laptop was weird and SLOW. Took an hour to resolve yesterday.</li>
<li>Christmas lights tripped the electrical breaker. Again.</li>
<li>iPhone died an ugly and sudden death.</li>
<li>Conference call commands were wonky and caused 8 minute delay (with 100 people on the phone.)</li>
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....she wonders as she types on a laptop connected to the Internet to post on a blog that people across the whole world can read for free...</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-21792601186541051802015-11-19T09:57:00.001-06:002015-11-19T09:57:50.502-06:00Cade Black EyeCade Black Eye. That's what Cade told our neighbors his name was last week. Because...yeah he had a wicked black eye. He's almost back to normal now but, man, it was a doozie!<br />
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Almost two weeks ago now, he was running to the bathroom ("You can watch a movie after you go potty.") and tripped on the bathmat that is in front of the toilet and next to the tub. He tripped and went face first into the side of the tub. Talk about a big owie.<br />
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It didn't look too bad at first. He was screaming and crying his little baby head off but the actual bump spot was really mild. See?<br />
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But then he woke up Saturday morning...<br />
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By Sunday morning the colors were vibrant. Fuchsia, black, blue. All kinds of colors that are beautiful in a painting but less than ideal on your child's face.<br />
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I took him to an urgent care clinic that afternoon just in case. And thankfully all was as our parent instincts told us that first night. He was fine. Banged up for sure, but nothing broken or fractured, no vision problems. Just an UGLY bruise.<br />
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We've gone through the bruised banana look now and though he's not back to perfectly normal skin tones, he's really close. And it certainly isn't bothering him. In fact, other than the first 5 minutes, it hasn't seemed to bother him at all (another reason we were fairly sure he was actually fine).<br />
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So yup, that's what's been happening around here. More blogging to come; I'll do my best to be less of a slacker on the blog front. Not just for you, my dear committed (five) readers but for us too. Because it is nice to have all these little stories recorded in-the-moment and easy to revisit.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-22867622774486364542015-11-08T20:31:00.000-06:002015-11-08T20:31:15.572-06:00Cade saysCade has cracked me up today. Two gems<br />
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<i>While watching the mommy and baby scene in Dumbo</i><br />
Me: Oh look at those big birds and their mommy<br />
Cade: No, that's ostriches<br />
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<i>Getting into bed in red Christmas footie jammies</i><br />
Cade: I llama llama red pajama and you llama llama mommy!<br />
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<i>A few minutes later after calling me back into his room</i><br />
Cade: I not llama llama red pajama any more. I big boy.<br />
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That little guy makes me laugh!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-91067843777069226372015-10-29T20:38:00.003-05:002015-10-29T20:38:52.443-05:00Ah...ImprovementGood news folks! It seems that late last week was the low point of my eyesight (knock on wood). Since Sunday things have been much better. Not "better every day" but on average better. I do notice that after a day of working, these new eyes are tired. So I am trying to take breaks during the work day, either to have a laptop free meeting or go for a walk outside. Walks outside of course have triple benefits since 1) my eyes get a break, 2) the weather is lovely and 3) a few calories burned. The weekend is super good to me and Sundays feel pretty awesome.<div>
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Another weekend is almost here so I am looking forward to that. And actually on Tuesday I am in an all-day meeting. I'll definitely need to listen actively but I can probably get away with not reading the whole time so that should be a good break in the week too.</div>
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In other news, Ross has a week off! This time he's actually getting to rest on his vacation unlike his last one where he chauffeured me, did parent heavy lifting and helped his mom move. This one is more along the lines of play (video & board) games, have a Saturday night out on the town, laze around with Lexi, do Halloween things with the kiddo, experiment with new meals and cocktails. much more relaxing for him and way more delicious for me.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-1397552529755816472015-10-24T19:55:00.000-05:002015-10-24T19:55:11.331-05:00Post-OpSo I had my eye surgery on October 13. I can see but I am definitely still in the less-than-impressed phase.<br />
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I had advanced surface ablation, not traditional LASIK. I knew there would be a longer recovery time but I missed some piece of info somewhere. I was cleared to drive and go back to work after 4 days as expected. But my vision wasn't magically perfect after four days. I'm still dealing with variable vision and from everything my doctor and Google tell me, this is depressingly (though somewhat comfortingly) normal. And only time, the great healer, can fix it.<br />
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Patience and inaction are not my strong suits. This morning I did LOTS of Googling and besides a dozen articles that said "variable vision for 5 days to 6 weeks" with no cause, action, etc, I found one article that recommended staying hydrated to help keep your eyes moist. Since my doctor has told me to use artificial tears liberally, this seems in line. Thus I swear I have drank two gallons of water today. Like my potty training toddler, I've been running to the bathroom every 30 minutes.<br />
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The best analogy I can give for where my eyes are now is it feels like I should be wearing reading glasses. So if I don't blog for a few more days or weeks...now you know why.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-74479123290343016542015-10-11T20:16:00.002-05:002015-10-11T20:16:52.001-05:00The Eyes of TexasWow - so much has happened since my Dallas trip!<br />
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The constant, and inspiration for this post title, is that my eyes are contact lens free. On Tuesday I have corrective vision surgery. Yay! So it's been glasses every day, all day for the past two weeks. I wish I had spent a little more on my frames and purchased something cuter but in a few days, that won't matter at all.<br />
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Next let's jump right to the best of all. Last weekend KEVIN WAS SENT HOME FROM DEPLOYMENT! Yay! Last Friday he texted me from Spain where he was waiting on his connection. Then to Virginia late that night. Saturday he was able to catch an earlier flight than expected and was all the way back to Seattle by lunchtime-ish. Yay! Carly and their dog Holly picked him up from the airport and they are all staying on Whidby Island for a week or so while he goes through all his discharge paperwork. Then back to northern California where she'll return to student teaching, he'll get to do some relaxing and hopefully quickly find a job. He has a strong lead in Southern California so we're all hoping that comes through soon and that he can start before Christmas. His Navy experience will be a real asset for that, or any, gig. And while he learned a lot and saw/lived in some new places, and truly had as positive an enlistment as one can have, I think there are smiles all around for his transition to civilian life. Yay Kevin! Welcome home!<br />
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Now know that that cannot be topped...<br />
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In other news, last weekend Ross worked a double. Boo! Cade declared it no nap Saturday but thankfully I had a sitter for the afternoon to help us get through that fun time. Sunday we went to the fire station to visit Ross and deliver football snacks.<br />
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Monday Cade was sent home from school sick and Tuesday he and I hunkered down at the house with movies. Ross had to be back at work so by the end of that day, we were all running a little thin. Hubby gone for 72 out of 96 hours and a sick kid will do that to a family. So I took my maiden voyage with Instacart and had groceries delivered that day. A bit too pricey for every day life but it was a unique circumstance, I had a $10 coupon and the first delivery is free. A perfect time and place. I'm pleased to report Cade recovered quickly from his little cold and was back to school on Wednesday.<br />
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Yesterday was the return of the famous Mustache Party. The party was skipped last year as the hosts were prepping for the arrival of baby 3. But that's behind them now and it was time to party again. For the first year we brought Cade. All and all, he did OK. He declared yesterday no nap Saturday again (an unpopular trend) so I knew he'd be touch and go all afternoon. He had fun though, chasing their chickens, enjoying his first ring pop and playing with the awesome truck and dinosaur toys. He and I managed to stay until almost 6 p.m. He dozed the last part of our drive and was in bed by 7:15 p.m. yesterday. In fact, asking to go to bed.<br />
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Also of note yesterday was Cade's official ability to climb out of his crib. ....yay? No, not yay. Stress! I was really hoping we could do that transition next month post eye surgery but he had other plans. So this morning Ross and I converted his crib to a toddler bed. The rail doesn't fit quite how I'd like so we'll be getting a new one as well as some new dinosaur sheets for his "new big boy bed."<br />
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With the after effects of the Mustache Party/my at-home wine night and some wicked allergies (it feels like I have an elephant sitting between my eyes I'm so congested), today was a pretty rough day. Cade also decided to really embrace "terrible twos" which was rough on our already short patience. He went to time-out like five times and had one train taken away for bad behavior. We made it to bedtime though and an hour in, bedtime in the big boy bed seems to be OK. Only time will tell.<br />
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Tomorrow Ross and I are both off but preschool is open. So Cade's terrible two tush will be at school and we will be taking care of grown up things. Like my pre-op eye appointment, dropping off a bag of donations and packing up Nancy. Super fun right? Cade doesn't know it, but he's winning by being at pre-school. However after all that I'm really looking forward to taking Cade and Holden to Fuddruckers for $1 kids' meal night and to play in the arcade a little. Ross and I like Fuddrucker's burgers more than any two adults should and we're happy to return the favor to Jenny and Jeremy (who took Cade to Chuck E Cheese this summer) by taking the boys there for dinner. Mommy's last dinner before surgery! Wah wah!<br />
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Surgery is Tuesday afternoon and I'll be pretty out of commission until Thursday morning. I'm not even going to see Cade Tuesday night; I'll just be locked in my room on pain meds. By Friday though I should be cleared to drive. And these eyes of Texas will NEVER HAVE TO WEAR CONTACTS AGAIN!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-63474489618011645032015-09-29T13:25:00.002-05:002015-09-29T13:26:08.372-05:00Girlie GetawayLast Friday I hit the road for a girlie getaway to Dallas. Nik is probably my girliest friend so it is only natural that she planned the perfect girlie getaway. I ended up going to Dallas Friday morning and working the afternoon from her apartment (reverse of original plan). What a great remote office! City view, big windows, pumpkin scented candles. Totally perfect.<br />
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When both of our work days were done, we went out to a fancy girlie wine bar for drinks and appetizers. Then meandered down the block to rooftop patio and ended the night at a place close to her apartment famous for infused vodka/liquor drinks. Delicious! Super girlie, super different than a normal night out in Round Rock.
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Because we're adults (read: lame) we were happily home by 11:30p. She actually stayed with her boyfriend which you might think was weird for me to be at her apartment alone. But no. We've been friends for 15 years. I have no problem making myself at home in her home. She has a cozy apartment, perfect for one person but a little snug for two. So being there by myself meant I could watch TV as long (or not) as I wanted, putter around uninterrupted and without interrupting anyone and just enjoy alone time. It was like being in the best stocked hotel suite in town. I LOVED it.<br />
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Saturday morning we went to another cute neighborhood in town (who knew Dallas had so many cute areas!) for breakfast and then went to yoga in the park. Yup, outside yoga in a downtown park. Can you think of anything more me!? It was awesome!<br />
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Love love love. Hands down my best Dallas trip ever. Cannot wait to do it again!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-83244257681445002512015-09-24T20:06:00.002-05:002015-09-24T20:06:23.798-05:00Oh Those Terrible TwosNot to dwell on it because that's no fun but this past weekend, Cade was a hellion. Let me share one story to give you a glimpse of it.<br />
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Saturday night in the bath he splashed excessively despite me telling him to stop. So I pulled him out of the bath and angry about it, he hit me. Then I put his naked wet wiggly body down and he ran into the tent in his bedroom. I said "Cade, you come out of that tent to get your jammies on right now or you are going to time out."<br />
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He ran out of his tent, went behind the rocking chair (ie away from me) and then marched into the middle of his room and said "I pee." Then naked and defiant, he started to pee.<br />
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I ran toward him, put a towel between him and the floor and said "Why? Why are you peeing on the floor?" And do you know what that little naked butt stinker said to me?<br />
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<b>"I pee because time out."</b><br />
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Needless to say, that necessitated immediate bedtime. "You are done in this town!" I told him and he was jammied and in bed wailing by 6:15 p.m.<br />
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I poured a glass of wine and left Ross to have any further conversations with him. Despite that sassy awful behavior, I am pleased to report that Ross had a man-to-boy conversation with him and Cade did apologize to me for hitting me and peeing on the floor.<br />
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So...yup, that was our weekend. Monday morning started with more of the same. I'm not sure what they did to him at school that day but thankfully the right kid, the sweet happy one I've been busy raising, was waiting for me at the end of the school day. Thank God.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-36600425468407696492015-09-20T19:48:00.001-05:002015-09-20T19:48:12.240-05:00Day Out with ThomasYesterday Cade had a magical experience: he rode Thomas the Train. "A Day Out with Thomas" came to Burnet (about an hour from us) and Nancy got tickets for the whole family. So after naptime (though no nap) we headed out to Burnet to see Thomas and take a ride.<br />
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We tried to explain to Cade on the dive that he was going to see Thomas, like for real. Not on the TV, in-person. He didn't really get it but when we got there and he saw Thomas, he was really excited. And he was psyched to go for a ride.<br />
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In late October, Kev is coming to Texas for a long weekend. We're going to celebrate with a Houston Texans game! A "homecoming game" if you will. We are all SO excited!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-70763429329596624512015-09-10T20:45:00.000-05:002015-09-10T20:45:13.038-05:00Adventures in Potty TrainingOn Monday, Labor Day, we dove head first into potty training. Over the weekend we did little practices sessions, 30 minutes, an hour, two hours. But Monday it was go big, all waking hours in underwear.<br />
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There was SO SO much pee. Like gallons of pee. How does one little toddler boy body hold so much pee?<br />
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Ross and I took shifts but with all that pee, even with parenting breaks, we ended the day by ordering pizza and not saying much for fear of saying something not nice. Margeaux and Ryan stopped by in the evening and Cade proudly told them "I pee on the potty and on the floor and on the couch!" equally proud of all three locations.<br />
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Then at bedtime Monday night...well let's just say we had a miscommunication about potty training bedtime attire. I'll let you fill in the blanks about what resulted in the wee hours of Tuesday morning.<br />
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Tuesday at school Cade went through every single change of clothes I packed. All five of them. Again I tell you - so much pee! But I gotta say, I am so so thankful for preschool. One day under house arrest with the peeing boy nearly broke our family. Without preschool, who knows where we would be.<br />
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Yesterday he went through four changes of clothes but two of them were like half accidents. He sat on the potty, said he was done, got his shorts on and then oopsies - went a little more. So school changed him (as they should) but it wasn't a full on pee all over everything.<br />
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Then today. Oh today. Little Cade Daniel woke up on the WRONG side of the crib. He was a sassy pants. He yelled at Ross, fought getting dressed and had to go to time out, all before 7:45 a.m.<br />
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He did OK during breakfast but then screamed, cried and yelled "I wanna go back home!" the whole drive to school. I had to carry him kicking and screaming. Let me tell you, carrying a kid who is melting down into school is not fun. Carrying a kid who isn't potty trained but is wearing underwear, well, that's stressful too. Combine the two and I broke a sweat going into preschool today. Thankfully a classmate was wearing a football shirt (just like he was) and discovering that was enough of a distraction for a successful hand off to his teacher and a Mommy escape. Then I went to Starbucks for a big drink. Too early for booze so caffeine and sugar would have to do.<br />
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Ross picked him up and when I got home, Ross says to me "no accidents!" That's right ladies and gentlemen, our boy had ZERO potty accidents at school today. ZERO! He came home in the same clothes we sent him in. HOLLA!<br />
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He'd gone to HEB with Ross so was in a Pull-up after school but when he told us during dinner that he needed to go, we made the pleasant discovery that the Pull-up was dry too. CHAMP.<br />
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We ultimately had one little (messy) accident today. But he was so close! We were playing outside and he told me he had to go. But we couldn't run into the house, get around Lexi (who decided the bathroom doorway was the only place in the whole 2700+ square foot house she wanted to stand) and to the potty in time. But he knew he had to go and he told us. I still take it as a win.<br />
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When we started this adventure, we said "Monday-Friday, then we'll see." If it wasn't taking, I wasn't going to drive us all to the looney bin to get it done. He isn't even 2.5 until Sunday after all. No pressure. But we're making definite, significant progress. So potty training continues - to infinity and beyond!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-49440118266411868872015-09-04T21:25:00.001-05:002015-09-04T21:25:47.740-05:00Friday Date DayI took a vacation day today for a very important activity: date day with the hubs.<br />
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Our second date was FABULOUS. Like set us on the road to marriage wonderful. We recreated it once a few years ago and today we did it again, with very minor tweaks.<br />
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I had the same entree (shrimp stuffed avocado salad) partly because it makes me all nostalgic but also because it has become my favorite dish at Maudie's and we maybe make it to one of their locations once a year. I gotta get it when I can!<br />
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On the original second date, we walked around Zilker Park and had sno-cones after lunch. On our recreations, we go swim at Barton Springs because, well, it's just too hot to walk around the park in the middle of the afternoon and we know better now. So we hopped over to Barton Springs and went for a quick dip in the icy icy water. We haven't been down there since the first date re-run so it was a nice Austin-y outing before summer ends.<br />
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Sounds like an awesome day right? It was and even better than everything I just told you is that Ross surprised me with a huge bouquet of flowers this morning and chocolate Blue Bell ice cream. I'm telling you, this guy is a keeper.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-4450853334638482932015-09-03T16:00:00.001-05:002015-09-03T16:00:35.130-05:00Book-tastic SummerI have been a reading FIEND this summer. Though I wish I could say its because I'm expanding my horizons and bettering myself through reading, in truth, it is because of the dismal summer TV lineup.<br />
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One of my <a href="http://soakuplife.blogspot.com/2015/01/new-and-improved.html">New Year's Resolutions</a> was to read a book per month. I'm not sure if I'll keep up that pace in the fall with the return of trashy TV, my eye surgery and the holidays but the net-net of this year is easily 12 books.<br />
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And though I once aspired to write book reviews here regularly (like a million years ago, BC even [Before Cade]), I now have much more realistic goals. A quick run-down of the books I've inhaled recently and a simple yay or nay on if they are worth a read.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Sisters-Judy-Blume/dp/0440243750">Summer Sisters</a> - </b> Yay. Judy Blume, yeah like Judy Blume of the tween books fame. Who knew!? The prologue scene had me skeptical because it just sounded too much like every fluff girl book I've read about some rich girl who lives in NYC and works at a PR firm. But I was determined to read at least a quarter of the book before giving up and I'm glad I did because it got better. It reminded me of a Kristin Hannah book in that it centered around the story of a lifelong female friendship with between two really different girls who have lots of ups and downs. It ended much differently than I expected and in a less fluffy way.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Boston-Girl-Novel-Anita-Diamant/dp/1439199361/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1441313812&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Boston+Girl">The Boston Girl</a></b> - Yay. The life story of a Jewish woman who goes against the grain and works in an era when few women worked; who vacations with her single girlfriends and marries for love and only love.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Leaving-Time-bonus-novella-Larger/dp/0345544943/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1441313832&sr=1-1&keywords=Leaving+Time">Leaving Time</a></b> - Yay. A story of a teenage daughter looking for her long-lost mother with the help of a washed up psychic and equally washed up detective. But I gotta tell you, this one ends very surprisingly. Like if you are super mushy about motherhood, maybe don't read this one. I literally had to go into Cade's room while he was sleeping to look at him I felt so mushy when this book ended.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Big-Little-Lies-Liane-Moriarty/dp/0425274861/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1441313849&sr=1-1&keywords=Big+Little+Lies">Big Little Lies</a></b> - Double yay. First the author and characters are all Australian and THAT is always fun. It's one of those books with multiple plot lines that all intersect at the end. Much of the book is fun and light hearted but the story that is ultimately told is deep and serious. I liked the combination.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Yellow-Rose-Beauty-Shop/dp/147783060X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1441313869&sr=1-1&keywords=yellow+rose+beauty+shop">Yellow Rose Beauty Shop</a></b> - Nay. Truth be told, I couldn't finish it. Maybe I read a quarter? It's set in Texas and the accents and folksy sayings are just way way way too over the top. It made me gag.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rumor-Novel-Elin-Hilderbrand/dp/0316334529/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1441313886&sr=1-1&keywords=the+rumor+elin+hilderbrand">The Rumor</a></b> - Yay. This one was delicious. The author, Elin Hilderbrand, is one of those author's who has found her genre and sticks to it. Not quite a series but she did have a small reference to characters from another of her books because they all take place on Martha's Vineyard and, as the books rely on, it's a small island where everyone knows everyone. Anyways, this was a fun look at how rumors start ("she leased an apartment - did you know she's leaving her husband?") and how sometimes the actual truth is way different and even juicier than the rumor.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deep-Country-Club-Murders-Book-ebook/dp/B00PWE819Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441313908&sr=8-1&keywords=the+deep+end+country+club+murders">The Deep End</a></b> - Yay. Total fluff. Rich lady is swimming at the country club and swims right up to a dead body floating in the pool. The body of her husband's mistress. I mean, c'mon. FLUFF. But fun.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Room-Novel-Emma-Donoghue/dp/0316098329/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441313923&sr=8-1&keywords=Room">Room</a></b> - Yay. A young woman is abducted and held in captivity (the "room") for years during which time she gives birth (a product of the rapes). A totally creepy premise almost made creepier in the sense that it is told from the perspective of her son who for the first third of the book or so doesn't know that their situation is a bad one. The book has to distinct halves: before their escape and after (which is written on the summary so not a spoiler alert). Very intense but I liked it.<br />
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<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/At-Waters-Edge-Sara-Gruen/dp/0385523238/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441313939&sr=8-1&keywords=at+the+water%27s+edge">At the Water's Edge</a></b> - Meh. It wasn't awful but it did not captivate me. It starts with a scene that does not make sense relative to the rest of the book for a really long time. Instead of being intriguing, I found that distracting.<br />
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<b>Curious George Chases Waves</b> - Ok ok not my summer reading list but in addition to the above, we've read a LOT of Curious George and Thomas the Train books this summer. Given the frequency, I would have to say Cade gives them all a "yay."<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18184115268885321066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37573780.post-33867987230622522362015-08-31T20:12:00.002-05:002015-08-31T20:12:41.884-05:00Happy 90th Birthday Grandma!We spent the past weekend in Houston to celebrate my Grandma's 90th birthday and my Dad's 60th birthday. These landmark birthdays were extra special because Carly, my sister-in-law visited from California for them. Cade and I hadn't seen her since last January and Ross hadn't seen her since she and Kevin got married in May 2013.<br />
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Saturday we arrived in town and had a family dinner at my parents' house. After dinner Melissa joined us, only fitting since she is basically family. She just received a promotion at work so we had a bottle of bubbly to celebrate that too.<br />
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On Sunday we spent the morning playing and then after nap headed to the big 90th birthday party at my aunt and uncle's house. I think we had 12 adults and 3 kiddos so a pretty good crowd. Of the folks who could not join, the Alabama crew visits next weekend and hopefully Kevin will have a trip to Houston sometime after his deployment. Not sure when Alan makes it back to town but he's pretty good about visiting so I'm sure Grandma will see him soon.<br />
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For much of the weekend Cade practiced singing "Happy Birthday Great Grandma" which ended up sounding a lot more like "Happy Birthday Great Mama" and frankly, that is even cuter. In addition to singing at her party, he stood in his chair at the dinner table, in just his shorts, and showed everyone his muscles. "Grrr I big boy Cade" he said while flexing. As Robin said "I didn't know Grandma's party included a gun show." Ha!<br />
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Did I take any pictures? No. But thankfully my cousin Megan got this great one of the birthday Grandma looking her birthday best. Happy birthday Grandma!<br />
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