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I'm normally not one to get all Sunrise-y Sunset-y and weepy or sentimental when it comes to milestones and the passing of time.  I mean, time passes.  Years pass.  The kids grow up.  Where there once were cribs and diapers and strollers and sippy cups, there are now (way too many) sneakers and sports balls and baseball hats and electronics.  I have always said that the days seem to crawl, but

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Dear Middle, Nine years ago today, at 8:14 a.m., you arrived in this world, screaming. And you screamed for the first.six.months of your little life.  But then, all of a sudden?  You totally grew out of it. And the world became a brighter place for our little family. Smiling.  Finally. You put the wacky in our Trenches, my little man.  Without you, there would be less dinnertime

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Oh, hi.  Is this thing on? I hate that it's easier to not blog than to find the time to blog.  But such is life these days. Methinks bullet points are gonna be the easiest way to spew out all this schtuff: *  Hubby is recuperating mightily from his neck surgery.  He has much better range of motion in his neck and his arms aren't going numb...as much.  It's concerning to his surgeon that his

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Disclaimer: This is a sponsored post. However, all thoughts and opinions are my own. Oof, those braces years were tough.  I first got them in sixth grade.  Having braces on my teeth just served to accentuate the Coke-bottle glasses and curly permed hair.  Alas, I'd show you a picture (I put in a request to my Mom to scan me a picture) but I don't have one (yet).  It's pretty frightening. *

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Isn't it horrifying, that first realization when your child does something or acts a certain way, and you realize, "Wow, he gets that from me." I swear, our worst character traits are manifested in our children.  Don't you think? For example, all throughout my childhood, and even now still, I don't really like to try something new.  Something that I know I won't be good at right away.  I hate

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Turning 40 has been relatively painless.  And not at all different from 39, really.  Or 38, or 37, or 36... (Except for the weight gain.  And slowed metablism.  And boobs that are lower than they should be.) (Oh, and increased gray hair.) But on the other hand, I feel more secure in my skin than ever before.  I know who I am.  I *like* who I am (most of the time!) The boyz are older and

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So...school is almost out here in New England.  Holy crap, right?! Usually, summertime in the Trenches is all about baseball for Eldest, with a few family vacays (Myrtle Beach and Cape Cod) thrown in. Except, this summer?  Notsomuch. We had been tiring of the hectic baseball summers and the up-in-the-airness of the All-Star schedule.  So we made the tough decision to pull the plug on our

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This here blogging thing is a double-edged sword, you see. On the one hand, YAY! PEOPLE ARE READING! On the other hand, CRAP.  PEOPLE ARE READING. Way back in the way back, when I first started this site, I spent six months keeping it a secret.  Just writing to my heart's content.  Drivel, mostly.  The day-to-day goings on of being a part-time working mom and juggling three little boyz. 

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Today's writing challenge stumped me a little at first.  Who am I to give advice?  About what? And then I thought about what's facing me/us these next few days.  As I mentioned before, Hubby is having surgery to replace a herniated disc in his neck.  It's tomorrow. Both of us have been frantically trying to get our "ducks in a row".  Him with work, bill-paying, and general house stuff.  Me

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1.  My children dying. 2.  My husband dying. 3.  Anyone in my family dying. 4.  Terrorists. 5.  Nuclear war. 6.  Kidnappers. 7.  Heights. 8.  Scary movies. 9. Clowns. (They're so creepy!) 10.  Failure. 11.  The unknown. (I like to know what to expect.) 12.  Tofu.  (Yes, really.) Ewwww.

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Silly me.  Thinking I could blog every.single.day this month! Soooo not happening, apparently. Oh well.  I go from Day 1 to Day 6 of the challenge.  No biggie. May 6:  "If you couldn't answer with your job, how would you answer the question, 'what do you do'?" This is a pretty easy challenge.  Probably best done in list form.  In thinking about my day, from the time I wake up until the

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The writing wheels (in my head) are becoming dusty.  Used to be, back in the days of yore when "blogging" was much more storytelling, much less commercialized, and much more interactive through blog comments, I had manymanymany ideas buzzing in my brain about what to write about.  And I ALWAYS got my best ideas while blow-drying my hair.  True story. But these days?  Notsomuch.  It's so much

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So, um, yeah. Here I am, having billed myself as a "runner" on this here blog.  Since, ohhhhh, about 2007, when my Sis and I ran our very first race together. I've written 147 blog posts that mention the word "running". The last half-marathon I ran was almost a year ago.  June 2012.  I was disappointed with my effort, and have really never recovered from that letdown. This year, I

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The very first time I met him, he was the 9th wheel of a group of 4 couples having dinner.  I was on a date with someone else. The second time I bumped into him, in a downtown Charlotte, NC bar, about a month later, we recognized each other and chatted.  Again, I was on a date with someone else (the same guy as above). There was definitely a connection between us.  He seemed like my "type".  I

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That moment when your eyes open yet you are still in that sweet spot between asleep and awake. And then, you remember. And your heart sinks. That's how I felt this morning. Yesterday was a rough day, for all of us. Patriot's Day.  Boston's holiday.  A day of festivity, of celebration, of the Red Sox.  Of the Boston Marathon.  Schools and businesses are closed, bars and restaurants are open

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I believe I've mentioned here before that Hubby is on the Surgery Every Year plan.  Knees (both!), his shoulder, and now, his NECK.  And that's not even counting the emergency appendectomy, or the other various aches and pains he experiences all.the.time. (I joke that I'm gonna trade him in for a newer model.  Or take him out back and put him down.  Either one, really.) As for me?  Oh hai. 

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Scene:  All 5 of us in the family truckster. Destination:  To visit friends about 40 minutes away. Dilemma:  Just as we left, literally less than a minute from our house, Hubby realized he had forgotten to bring some Advil (for his neck pain...more on his UPCOMING SURGERY in another post though) (Yes, you read that right, yet another surgery.) (My) Solution:  Turn the car around and run in the

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I've got a new "thing."  A new obsession, if you will. It used to be running.  Setting a goal, doing a training plan, and running a race. I still *like* running (as much as one can like something that makes you feel like ass when you're doing it), don't get me wrong.  But it's not my "thing" these days. So lately, I'm totally into crossfit workouts.  1.  There are a lot of acronyms in

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I am participating in a blog campaign with One2One Network.  I have not received any payment.  All opinions are my own.  I feel strongly about this one, my dears. I truly believe this, what Madeleine Albright so astutely proclaimed: There is sisterhood all around us, wherever we look.  Whether we bring in income for our family or don't.  Whether we breastfeed or don't.  Whether we co-sleep

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All in 6 years the blink of an eye, my handsome trio of boys on Easter Sunday went from looking like this: To this: This Easter was a bit different as we were celebrating Easter morning alone as a family of five.  Usually my parents and/or my Sis are around that weekend.  But with various schedules, it ended up being just us. Which meant there was no coloring of Easter eggs.  YAY!  I

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Sorry for the radio silence.  Sometimes I just have so much to say that it's just easier to not say anything, you know?  A day will go by and I'll think, "I should write today...." and then another day passes, or two or three, and my rational mind shrieks, "Write it down!" but my heart whispers, "Writing will jinx things.  Just hush." [I do still spend a lot of too much time on Facebook.  Follow

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I work full-time.  It's not always easy to work a full day, come home, and then plan a dinnertime meal for my family.  I try (and most days I succeed, especially with a weekly meal plan in place), but at least once a week, something will come up in our busy lives, and a family dinner will not be had that night.  For example: Tonight?  Chicken marsala was on the menu.  But this morning, Hubby

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As we all emerge rubbing our eyes and blinking at the bright orb in the sky after a long winter's hibernation, pudgy and butt-white, Victoria's Secret would like to welcome us to spring with a reminder of what we have to look forward to - BATHING SUIT SHOPPING SEASON! And because we know that Vicky totally has our best interests at heart as Moms and that we sooooo are that store's main

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If you are a New Englander, you definitely know where a "Cumby's" is....or, should I say, a "Cumbahland Fahhhhhhms".  I happen to have one right at the bottom of my street, so when I was contacted about Cumberland Farms' new SmartPay program, I was definitely interested. It's a new payment program that allows you to save 10 cents on every gallon of gas. Every. Day. Here's how the new

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