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Meltdown
I was on track to have a load of pottery ready two days before Christmas, and then in the middle of firing, I heard a thud… the familiar sound of the fuse box. I went out to check the garage, and the kiln had shut off, but the kiln sitter had not tripped. It smelled like burning wires and plastic. I turned off the box fan and unplugged an empty power strip, and Joe flipped the fuse back over. There was a spark. He did it again, and there was another spark. With the fuse tripped, I went over to where the kiln was plugged into the wall, and it…
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Coming Unhinged at Target
To make a very long story short (because my three page post was deleted by the magic that is Blogger), I went, I walked, I searched, I growled at children, I was completely defeated, I put things back on shelves and donning a dress with Chacos and no umbrella, walked to my car in the midst of a torrential downpour with a sopping wet stack of unused coupons and not a single bag of goods after spending nearly an hour and a half in Target. About two minutes into my drive home, the rain let up and I called my mom sobbing out tears of self-pity and loathing of coupons…
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We Joined the Country Club
I can’t tell you how often I feel the envy rise in my blood when I see pictures of friends’ beach vacations or read about yet another date night or impromptu road trip via Facebook updates. I am just not good at being “not the jealous type”. Last week I was starting to feel a little sorry for myself, but then I realized, I’m 29 (yes, I am implying that is young). I have a toddler and am expecting another baby in several weeks. I have a husband who has managed to find that delicate balance of hard work and quality time with the family. I only work part time…
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Balancing Act
Having arrived safely into the third trimester, I realize that my giddy glow is rapidly transforming into a grimace. Coming off of two miscarriages, I’m reluctant to delve into the general “waaah” that many pregnant women feel is their right as the weeks count down, but I also realize that I shouldn’t manufacture a cheery disposition for the sake of proving my gratitude. I’m also learning there is a fine balance between being real and being rude. For instance, merging over into a lane when I clearly saw a car (plenty far behind me) flashing her brights at me to tell me she didn’t think my merge was timely, could…
