Archive for August, 2013

It’s definitely not the moonwalk…

August 26, 2013 1 Comment

Every night when I was growing up, my Dad would play his old 45s. The Temptations, the Four Tops, Marvin Gaye, Kool and the Gang, the Spinners…any and everything Motown. And of course Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin.  In the car with my mom, it was Elvis, Janis Joplin and the Rolling Stones. I vividly […]

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Cheerios and a sprint to the altar…

August 19, 2013 3 Comments

On Sunday mornings, I’m often asked this:  “Oh…where is your son?” I usually grin and just say, “at home with his daddy.” Oh my sweet son. He’s the one who does not want to eat Cheerios in the pew….he wants to throw the entire plastic travel bowl into the aisle. He’s the one who doesn’t […]

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That 6-letter “C” Word

August 13, 2013 1 Comment

I’ve been called many names in my lifetime. And I have heard a multitude of bad words. But there is no word that terrifies, angers or saddens me more than CANCER. The conversation always starts the same. My dad calls and asks, “Where are you now…is someone there with you?” That’s the code for “I’m […]

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And the Oscar goes to….

August 12, 2013 3 Comments

My daughter is an Academy Award-winning actress…at least in her own mind.  Since it’s almost time to go back to school, we’ve been trying to get her into bed early… that way it won’t be like taming a beast on that first morning of school.  I spent an entire afternoon preparing her…”Giana, tonight you have […]

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Is that another black jacket??

August 7, 2013 2 Comments

I saw a Facebook post the other day about me. A man said, “I hate her. She has worn the same outfit everyday. Stop wearing black jackets.” Ouch. I never knew my choice of clothing would cause so much hatred. I feel like I need to explain a little… I am a black or navy […]

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I’m sorry…what’s that number on the scale??

August 5, 2013 0 Comments

I weighed myself today. Yep. What a great start to a MONDAY. I have on, what I like to call, my “moving weight.” You know when you move…you’re driving for hours at a time…you don’t want to stop and eat so you shove that burger down your mouth with one hand while your other hand […]

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