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When the Planetarium is made of Chicken and Stars- Someone is in trouble

“It’ll be fine, just this once.  I may even be able to make a phone call in peace.   If I’m really lucky, I will be able to relieve myself without little fingers wiggling under the bathroom door.’ I thought as I poured chicken and stars soup into plastic Star Wars themed  bowls.   I carried the soup into the den and…

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Prostate. Prostate. Prostate. Bad enough when the next word isn’t: cancer. But, it is.

“My doctor called. They want to rerun my PSA test. It was high.” “It’s probably a fluke….” I totally believed it was. Another appointment. Another blood test. Another phone call… “It’s still high. I need to go see a urologist. Dr S said he checked the box on a whim. They don’t usually check PSA until you’re 50.” I fought…

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World Aids Day- Enchilada Communion- an intimate encounter with AIDS-

I stared at the fork in my hand.  I stared at the steaming pan of enchilada’s in the middle of the table.  Through the steam, I saw the smiling, gaunt face of my red-headed, dying friend and his beautiful, gifted with hospitality-wife. I smiled back. I looked to my left and saw my husband, to my right sat my toddler,…

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In which I live out the story of the three bears…It’s all about the chair you’re in… isn’t it?

I reached back and struggled to lower myself into my long awaited place of comfort: “My chair.”  Everything hurt and all I wanted to do was sit down, put my feet up and take the strain off my neck and shoulders in hopes that the spasming would stop. It didn’t. Instead of sinking comfortably into my place of respite, I…

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Fresh Cranberry- Orange Relish tutorial

Fresh Cranberry- Orange Relish Ingredients: 1 large navel orange 1 12 oz bag fresh cranberries 1 1/2 – 2 Cups sugar Tools: 2 Bowls Spatula Strainer Measuring cup Food processor Zester/ vegetable peeler Wash orange.  Remove zest- set aside. (see link- if you use a zester you may skip the next step.) If you use a vegetable peeler to remove…

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Angry Birds and Angry Words… in which I am shocked by my kids humanity and my own.

I pulled back the slingshot and launched another volley- “I don’t hear you practicing!!” “”I don’t want to.” The pigs are NOT supposed to fight back. “I don’t have time for this.”  I said to my youngest, kind of. … When I looked at him I noticed he was only a box of popcorn from looking like a sports spectator…

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She’s Baaack…..with Post surgical Funnies and Facts and Questions, Questions and more Questions…..

Pain stinks. If you scroll to the last post- you’ll understand today’s fashion statement photos.  My surgery went well- My amazing Neurosurgeon fused my C 5 & 6 vertebrae. The mumbles and tingling are pretty much gone. I’m still struggling with a lot of upper arm shoulder pain- and pain my my neck from the surgery. I’ll be wearing the…

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Let’s not talk about: Degenerative disc disease. Because: It sucks. Enough said.

It sucks the energy our of your body. It sucks the fun out of your play. It sucks the patience out of your personality. (Not that I had much… but still.) It sucks the sleep out of your nights. It sucks the work out of your day. It sucks the use out of your body. It sucks. And I have…

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The Real Momma Bears of The Cul De Sac- In which Goldilocks is a 6’4″ man- and gets taken out by momma bear.

The whimpering, shaking cry was not the typical “I didn’t get to pick the game we play and my feelings are hurt, or the “Everybody hates me. I have no friends” Kind of cries I’ve come to expect midsummer. This was a “I am in mortal fear.” Type of cry. And I don’t mean mortal fear of grounding. I mean-…

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So I can dance…….MOPS Convention- a divine appointment I’m glad I kept.

“He takes the shackles off my feet, so I can dance” Mandisa’s words mocked me and brought tears to my eyes. I was afraid. I was in pain. I was on crutches and waiting for answers about what was wrong. “Do I have bone cancer?  Will I need surgery? Are they missing something? Will I ever be able to walk…

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