Archive for January, 2015

“You’re considered Advanced Maternal Age”

January 27, 2015 1 Comment

I am considered to be “Advanced Maternal Age.” When I jokingly shared that at the dinner table one night, my daughter asked what that meant. My husband, who thinks he’s a comedian, quickly replied: “It means Mommy is old.”  Giana then said, “Well don’t worry…there was a really old lady in the Bible who was […]

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When I “found out.”

January 26, 2015 1 Comment

It was December 8, 2014. To be quite honest, I wanted to crawl in my bed and stay under the covers all day. It was the year-anniversary of my grandmother’s death.  Every time I thought about what happened “last year,” I started to cry.  I miss my Gramma Grace terribly. I had a doctor’s appointment […]

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Through a child’s eyes…

January 19, 2015 0 Comments

Recently at school, my 1st-grade daughter, learned about Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.  I wanted to bottle up what she said next. “Mommy, when Dr. King was a little boy, did you know that there were two other little boys who weren’t allowed to play with him anymore? All because Dr. King was a different […]

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It’s called RESPECT.

January 14, 2015 2 Comments

“Amanda, it’s clear you are in love with this joke of a President. You smile every time you say his name. You disgust me.” “Good grief Amanda, does your family know about your infatuation with the president?” Lovely posts that popped up while I was on-air today. Let me brief, yet clear.  I may or […]

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I’m a middle child…and I hated it.

January 12, 2015 0 Comments

I am a middle child and I hated it growing up.  Yes, I played the “middle-child syndrome” card A LOT during childhood. Not only did my older sister have all of the “firsts,” but my parents were just learning to be parents with her. Kind of like riding a bike with training wheels.  When I was […]

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Oh Christmas break…we survived

January 8, 2015 0 Comments

Christmas break proved one thing to me: I would be a lousy stay-at-home mom.  I have so many friends who stay-at-home and quite honestly, I feel compelled to give them a gift card for a weekend getaway to a spa. I don’t know how they do it.  There is absolutely NO break. No down time. […]

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