Archive - 2015

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The Look Of Big Girl Shoes WITHOUT Having To Tie Laces!
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Don’t Answer This Call—It’s A Scam!
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It’s Las Palmas Girl!
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A Simple Formula For A Happy Life
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The Home Run That Made Me Cry

The Look Of Big Girl Shoes WITHOUT Having To Tie Laces!

My daughter has always had petite feet (petite everything actually). Even now at the age of nine, she’s sporting size 12-kid shoe. In one way, this is a good thing. As a special kiddo with motor skill delays, tying laces isn’t an option. So, having small feet means there are still lots of shoes to choose from that have Velcro closures. The thing is, she may be little in the tootsies, but she’s a big girl—grade four this year. Fourth Graders tie up their own laces. Avery can’t tie up her own shoes (Yet! We’re working on it!). This is another thing that sets her apart and it frustrates her. So this year she went back to school with BIG GIRL LACE UP SHOES…with a helpful twist. The two pairs Avery got for BTS have the look up lace ups, but can easily be slipped on. 1. Skechers Girl’s Twinkle Toes: Shuffles – Heart N Sole How fun and funky are these sneakers? The high tops provide extra ankle support which helps to keep kids like Avery with weak ankles more stable. Plus, they have a flexible rubber traction outsole which makes them safer for running around on the playground.[…]

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Don’t Answer This Call—It’s A Scam!

  Working from home has its perks. For starters, the commute can’t be beat—it’s bedroom to desk in five seconds flat (give or take depending on hallway traffic and how many pets I have to step over). Working solo has its negatives too of course. Like, if I choke on a carrot stick nacho chip during my lunch break, it’s up to me to heimlich myself—there are no helpful bystanders standing by to help. As well, if a daylight thief should happen by to burgle me, I’m on my own to fend him off (yes, I said him. I’m sure there are female cat burglars too but in my head they’re always big scary men. Sorry men. No offense). And if a homicidal maniac should hideout in my basement, I’ll be the one to get the call to inquire about whether I’ve “checked the children.” Remember this? So the other day as I was working hard at my desk (absolutely NOT watching Jimmy Fallon You Tube videos and bookmarking hairstyles that suit my face shape or entering an online contest to try to win a food dehydrator…) the home phone rang. I jumped. In light of recent PTSD stimulating circumstances,[…]

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It’s Las Palmas Girl!

You’ve seen the “Las Palmas Baby” You Tube video, right? It’s a hysterical parody of a drunkardy tourist lady (the fanny pack? Ha!) in a bar—expertly played by an oblivious apple juice swigging toddler. If you haven’t watched it yet, it’s a must-do! It’s brilliant—the clip is at the end of this post. A few weeks ago at a special family celebration, Avery unwittingly provided a moment of levity amid the emotion by channeling her inner Las Palmas. My cousin and I noticed it at the same time. “Hey look, it’s Las Palmas Baby!” she exclaimed, laughing. Despite the unfortunate absence of the fanny pack, Avery nailed it. This post reminds me of…The Time Avery Took Up Gambling

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A Simple Formula For A Happy Life

We’re just home from a few weeks away and I’m behind in basically everything—work, errands, housework. So naturally instead of facing reality, I’m cruising the internet pinning recipes I don’t have the ingredients for, bookmarking household projects I’ll never get to even if I had the tools or skills to do them, and reading quotes—nauseating inspirational preachings that actually make me think. Dammit. I don’t have time for reflection. These toilets aren’t going to clean themselves. By the way, why hasn’t anyone come up with something for that yet? Not just that blue liquid that auto-dispenses into the bowl. I mean, a toilet that actually disinfects the scunge under the seat with blue light technology or something. The lady across the street has Molly Maid in once a week to scrub her scunge. I think it might be easier to just drop some Molly and maybe if you drop it (or do you smoke it?) you won’t even notice or care how dirty your house is. Hellohhh, Molly Maid. Anyway, I was reading some quotes just now and had an epiphany—maybe the way to live life in complete harmonious balance is all in the numbers? Instead of feeding my children[…]

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The Home Run That Made Me Cry

Though I enjoy peanuts and popcorn and crackerjacks, (and a cute baseball hat), I stink at baseball. It’s probably why my softball team called me “No Depth Perception Lisa.” My nephew however is a talented player. He plays on a traveling rep team in the states. He’s a pitcher. And a bit of a belly itcher. But that’s only because of the mosquito bites. 🙂 Zach’s team finished the season on top. They take their sport seriously and practise hard. What’s as impressive as their dedication is the coaches’ commitment to teamwork and good sportsmanship. For extra practise and for the love of the sport, my brother Mike built a baseball diamond in their yard. (Yes, there were lots of “if they build it, they will come” jokes.) They hosted a party for the team while we were there visiting. The coaches wrote something inspirational about each player to share while they presented them with a ball signed by every player. I was touched by their passion for this sport. Well, not enough to actually play in the parent/kid game they had that night, but certainly enough to watch. The day of the big game, my nephew took his little[…]

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