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Holy Crap
Randi with an i. No, really.
I am RaiselM10 at the gmails. Don't forget the 10 after my screen name.
Button box (Taken with instagram)
GPOY when I’m trying to decide what to wear.
Yesterday someone asked for our favorite pieces of art. This is one of my favorites, Degas The Little Ballerina
What’s your favorite piece of art?
Eating some Fig Newtons and wishing they still made these Raisin Bars. Does anyone remember these? Or was it just my parents who tried to pass off a remotely healthy raisin bar as a fun-filled cookie treat?
sigh
This has been another riveting episode of “Foods That Don’t Exist Anymore”
We’ve decided to cut this one loose.
So, I went to a neighbor, and soon to be ex friend’s house for this shrimp taco cook off. The kids came up with the idea at school and we decided to go along with it.
I am Facebook “friends” with her although we don’t hang out often. My daughter approached tonight with some trepidation. She says that my son is more of a friend with this girl than she is.
We had a nice enough time, and then it was time to go home. I told my kids to help clean up downstairs and I assumed they did. The mom told me not to worry about it so when they came upstairs I didn’t go and check that they cleaned up or not.
We left and two minutes after we got home the girl called my daughter to tell her she left a little snap bracelet behind. Then she proceeded to tell my daughter that because she didn’t clean up completely that she was throwing out the bracelet.
WT ever-loving F?
My girl is sobbing. I told her that the other girl was out of line and not a good friend. I am heartbroken for her.
One of the reasons we bought our house was that it was within walking distance to a little strip mall with a grocery store, pizza and Chinese restaurants, dry cleaner, card/candy store liquor store and drug store. As city dwellers, this appealed to us. We didn’t have to hop into the car if we needed milk or a fifth of gin. Now, the grocery store is closing on March 3rd.
This was my store. The first time I brought the babies anywhere other than the pediatricians’ office was a balmy February morning when I needed to get out of the house. I bundled them up, plopped them in the double stroller and walked them to the store. I used the basket under their seats for my groceries. The cashiers cooed over the babies. It became a regular ritual. I shopped there every day during my maternity leave. Afterward, I went there with the kids every Saturday. Our nanny took them there almost every day as well.
Now that they are older the kids walk there themselves and pick up whatever we need. They ride their bikes in the back parking lot, they walk the dog there. Every cashier, baker, deli guy in the store knows us. They can’t get into trouble because my kids are their kids too. They have been spoiled with cookies from Jenn, the baker who is also a substitute teacher in our school district. Deb the cashier knows my phone number and where we live. The manager knows my name.
I shopped there this past weekend stocking my pantry with discounted staples. I said goodbye to the deli lady who is retiring. I said goodbye to a piece of my neighborhood.
It’s cold
The comforter is folded at the foot of the bed. Trixie is asleep on it.
Plus, she’s snoring.
Jerk.
The first annual shrimp taco challenge. The Boy’s are on the right, the left is a friend’s.
5 Second Movie Review: Real Steel
The Boy and The Mister saw it in the theater and loved it. They convinced The Girl and me to watch it last night. We only agreed because of Hugh Jackman.
The movie had cool effects and a heartwarming story. The acting was good and the fight scenes were exciting. But mostly, Hugh Jackman.
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