Tag: NaBloPoMo
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The day after…
I awakened this morning before my alarm, but I didn’t start writing a blog post in my head or on my keyboard. Instead, I promptly (accidentally) dumped my husband’s cooler filled with melted ice all over the kitchen and had an impromptu floor-cleaning session. Even while I was cleaning, however, my mind didn’t try to […]
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My reflections on NaBloPoMo…
My alarm awakened me at 4:30 this morning for the first time this month. I haven’t missed that blaring sound blasting inches from my head. However, today I definitely missed the extra hour I’ve typically had for writing my daily blog posts by not “sleeping in” till 4:30. Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo, […]
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Getting a bit more fit…
Thanks to my FitBit, I not only feel tired, but I also have proof that I had a terrible night’s sleep last night. On Black Friday, I purchased my first fitness tracker. Since it was a present from my husband to me for our anniversary a week before, I didn’t have to wait until Christmas […]
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SEO and so what?
In my work as a technical editor working on marketing campaigns for new inventions, SEO is considered an important part of the job. I’m beginning to see how important it is to blogging, too. I admit it: Before I worked in marketing, I had no idea what SEO was or why it was so significant. […]
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Black Friday matters…
In years past, I hustled to Walgreens on Thanksgiving morning with the sole purpose of buying a local newspaper — for the ads. The news in the thicker-than-Sunday paper at the daily price was largely ignored, but inner advertisements, on their slick, shiny paper were carried here and there as children wrote their Christmas wishlists […]
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Thoughts upon awakening Thanksgiving morn…
I awakened to the scale alerting me I’d gained 1.5 pounds since my last weigh-in 24 hours ago, and it’s still before sunrise on Thanksgiving morning. No exercise this morning, just cook, cook, cook — and overeat. Can’t wait for tomorrow morning’s verdict! I needed cream for my coffee and so headed out to the […]
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Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…
Am I the only one on American soil who isn’t thankful for Thanksgiving? The turkey cooks my goose every year as I anticipate the fun-filled day of planning, preparing, cooking, coordinating, jostling, juggling, and otherwise stressing and strategizing to make the perfect Thanksgiving feast. As I’ve attempted before. With fear and trembling. Of course. Thanksgiving is definitely […]
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If a gift falls in the forest…
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is near enough to hear it, does it make a sound? If a gift falls into the hands of someone who immediately forgets she’s received it, does it make an impact? I have to admit I have to remind myself that there is joy in […]
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When furniture shows your age…
When you have lived in one house for years and years, you don’t need much in the way of furniture. But this week I found myself in a furniture store I’d visited often in the past, attempting to find a couple small, sturdy pieces for a specific purpose. It was there that I felt the […]
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More time is not the answer…
My toenails need to be cut. My legs needs a shave. My eyebrows need waxing. My hair needs a trim. I failed to shower yesterday, and I’m beginning to think my body’s natural grease production may be just what my humidity-induced frizzy hair wants. I need more time. I need to take time. My brain […]
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The end of the twin era…
I always wanted twins until I got four children at one time. When I was young, I played with my dolls — which included Raggedy Ann and Andy, two redheaded twins named George and Georgette, and Velvet and Crissy, two dolls who could have short hair in the morning and long hair in the afternoon. […]
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In fact, we are not entitled…
I was with my two colleagues as we drove across the university campus. Because we were lucky enough to have an “Official Business” decal in the windshield, we were entitled to drive the campus roads typically blocked from vehicles and congested with students walking or riding bikes. It was a mixed privilege. The guards didn’t prevent […]
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My surprise “happily ever after”…
Today I made a new friend as I stood at the makeup mirror, and as I told her my professional background, somehow my conversation got more personal, and I started sharing my love story. As I neared the end of the story, I noticed the rest of the locker room at rapt attention. “And that was […]
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Don’t skimp on the showers…
While my friends add their “thankful” posts to Facebook daily in November, I am choosing to do something different. Complain. Sure, I can choose thankfulness; I’ve played “The Glad Game” along with the best of them. But that was last week. So far this week, I’ve managed to out my husband for criticizing my clothes, whine about […]
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Construction criticism (or where have all the detours gone?)
Constructive criticism is the art of offering feedback on work performance to help a person improve. Construction, specifically road construction, is an effort to improve the roads. Construction criticism is the art of questioning the timing and method of road construction with the seeming goal of making my route to work so ridiculous that any […]
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When everything feels like straw…
I left the meeting feeling overwhelmed. Sad thing is that I was leaving a meeting I led. Sigh. Afterward, I ran into a colleague in the hall who casually asked, “How’s it going?” To which I answered, “I think I’m going to quit,” an idle threat, of course, but I could sense the emotion pressing […]
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If she only knew…
Sometimes it’s better not to know. For instance, when your husband thinks the dress you wore to work that day makes your hips and hind end look larger than life, you’d rather he tell you after work, not on a lunchtime date when you have an entire half day yet to work while wearing it. But that […]
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How our Mitsubishi van became blue…
As I was entering my daughter’s new-to-her minivan yesterday, I noticed something. “Ah! It has a sunroof,” I stated. It was simply an observation, but my daughter made it so much more. “Well, I hope it lasts longer than the one we had on the Mitsubishi.” And that started the memories. ————— I married into […]
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