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No good comes from blogging after midnight

Last night I read something on the interwebs that got my gander up. I won’t go into specifics, but generally speaking, somebody chose to describe her personal experiences using language that I found to be overly dramatic, and inappropriate to the level of hardship. I’ve heard her phrasology ascribed to other, more worthy hardships, including [...]

Chasing down the ice cream man

A few weeks ago my son (who is 10) exploded into the house after he’d been playing at a neighbor’s house. He was hot, sweaty, and angry. I braced myself for a report of some heinous act perpetuated by his friends, or an account of a tragic injury. Instead, he just yelled, “The ice cream [...]

How to be a mother when you are coughing up a lung

It’s been a rough couple of months over here at my house. At the end of January, I broke my foot, which was surprisingly traumatic, and definitely dramatic. The drama may have been a little overplayed on my part, but heLLO, my foot is on fire! I can’t walk! Maintaining even the smallest level of [...]

Something that I have never ever thought about

Discuss.

On not being boring

An old friend joined FB this week. I’m a little bit addicted to FB, and so when I saw his name pop up on another friend’s wall, I sent him a friend request. His response was polite but the message was clear–he was glad I was doing well, but we were not going to be [...]

Unholy combinations

Mormons eat weird food. I’m surprised this hasn’t come out in all the media hype about us. I mean, we worship Satan as the brother of Jesus Christ, we wear magic underwear, and we think we’re all going to have our own planets some day, but with all of that, not a single news outlet [...]

Mock me, please

I have a friend named Rick. Rick suffers from severe cerebral palsy, which means he can’t walk, talk, or control most of his limbs most of the time. When you first see him, he’s odd-looking. Like, really odd-looking. He can’t really sit up, having a body that resembles mushy applesauce, so by necessity he is [...]

Please read this after I’m dead

This isn’t my regular day for posting here on Segullah. That was yesterday. Er, I mean, Wednesday (I think). But on Wednesday, I was running all day that I didn’t even say hello to my husband until 10pm, and even then, it was a quick hello said as I flopped on the bed and flicked [...]

Dying on hills

My MIL and I were talking about parenting once. She mentioned, as she has before, how grateful she is that her grandchildren have such good mothers. She said it’s not a given, and that she is impressed with how we manage our charges, who range in ages and difficulty. That said, I’m not her daughter, [...]

Old and creaky

I have tendonitis in my hamstring. Or that’s what the doctor thinks. I have an appointment with a physical therapist this week for a full evaluation. I’m not looking forward to it. I try to avoid medical things as much as possible, not because I distrust doctors, but because my life is full of them. [...]

What a girl wants

Sometimes, I want my life to be different. I want to be tan. I want to be a serious writer. Or a serious speech therapist. Or a serious something . I want conversations like, “What are you doing? Are you sticking a rubber-band up your nose? You ARE sticking a rubber-band up your nose! WHY [...]

I read a men’s magazine today

And it brought out my feminist ire (if you can call it that. Mostly, I just got bugged, but “feminist ire” sounds better). Not for the reasons you might think, though. I was offended because it was funny.

Afternoon FAIL

It started out as a reasonably good day. Dh and I got some technical details hammered out with our new scanner, which plays a major role in the christmas gifts I’m frantically trying to finish before the magic free shipping disappears from Shutterfly. I pulled up my laptop, and went to town.

Welcoming outsiders

I didn’t serve a mission. When I was 21, I took a job working as a personal care attendant for 2 quadriplegic teenagers. I lived in their home, took care of them at night, and, if there was no nurse, during the afternoon as well. It wasn’t what I expected to find myself doing at [...]

Mad skillz

Music is one of those talents that sort of play well in the church. If you can play the piano, or sing in the choir, it’s a easy thing to point to that you can do well. It’s a visible talent, and one that is easily applauded. But what about talents that aren’t so visible? [...]

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