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My mom just sent me what appears to be the latest sonogram of my niece, Ava. Looks like my brother and SIL went for the 3D sonogram. At least, that's what I hope it is, because if this isn't a baby with enormous chubby cheeks and a head full of hair, it might be the Antichrist. Baby or microscopic view of Ebola? Isn't technology amazing?
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Sunday night, I unearthed a box with "Memorabilia" scrawled on the side. Inside I found birthday cards dating 26 years back, my 8th grade yearbook (the only yearbook I ever bought), handwritten notes from high school boyfriends, piano recital certificates, a congratulatory letter from a teacher to my parents about my "happy disposition", and my ( Read more... ) -
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Today I sent a simple email to one of my former rockstar students - one of my 8-year olds (who's 9 now) - to say hello and make sure he's still studying. His response warmed the cockles of my wee heart... the amount he's advanced is just awesome. This kid was learning, "I'm going to..." when I last taught him.
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I arrived late this morning, my stomach too upset from the weekend of unbashed, shameful stuffing-of-my-face. Which I shall write about later today. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, had to squirt Olive several times to get her to stop eating my lucky bamboo, and none of my pants fit right (I blame the red velvet cake ( Read more... ) -
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Sean and I were flipping through the channels last night (well, I was flipping and he was enduring it) and we stumbled across a musical production on PBS that so pompous and mystifying, it could only have been produced by the Irish (I'mIrishsoIcansaythat). It leaves Celtic Woman and Lord of the Dance in its wake ( Read more... )
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