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You know what I like?  When the kids are getting along.  You know what I love?  When one is having a bad day, and the other does his best to make their day better.
 
We all have our bad days, I get it!  Today was a bit exceptional for me on the professional side.  It seemed the sky kept lowering bit by bit all day long.  It culminated with brownies and beer tonight.  A weird combination, but none the less a needed one.  But this is more about the silver lining.
 

Re-living the beginning of my journey. What was supposed to be my year in France.
 
Charles Dickens called it, oh so eloquently and precisely, the Circumlocution Office.
 
“…the Circumlocution Office went on mechanically, every day, 
keeping this wonderful, all-sufficient wheel of statesmanship, How 
not to do it, in motion.  Because the Circumlocution Office was 
down upon any ill-advised public servant who was going to do it, or 
who appeared to be by any surprising accident in remote danger of 
doing it…”
 

Re-living the beginning of my journey. What was supposed to be my year in France.
 

Close your eyes and think back to when you ran to the television and "turned" the channel knob to the cartoon station you wanted to watch before your Mother awoke to tell you to start on your chores (Shiver - gosh I think I may have become my Mother except I'm up before the kids usually). Anyway, you see the cartoon dog grab his belly with his front paws and fall backward laughing and rolling from side to side.

I couldn’t suppress the giggle as I put the finishing touches on my Thrift Sale advertisement and the giggle erupted into a full-fledged belly laugh as I re-read the copy.

“Threw my husband to the curb and now I’m selling his stuff”.  I do believe I’m a marketing genius! This is not just any advertisement. This is the title page to the next chapter of my life.

Dinner is ready.  Come to the table.  Did you wash your hands?  Go wash your hands.  What are you doing in there?  Did you wash your hands?  Come to the table.  Why are you dripping?  Go back and dry your hands.  What are you doing in there?  Come to the table.  Sit down.

Get your head above the table.  Take a bite.  Get your chin off the table.  Take another bite.  Watch out for your drink.  Sit down.  Use your fork.  Yes, the tooth fairy came to see your sister.  Yes, the tooth fairy likes cauliflower.  Stop making that buzzing sound.  Take a bite.

So did you leap internally with excitement when you were invited to join this blog?  I bet you did...I know I did.  I love this magazine. I thirst for more of it after reading through it. I look forward to learning more from all of you about your talents/skills, interests, community involvement, perspectives, etc. 

I was explaining to someone the other day how I was changing the bag in my large vacuum cleaner, which I love very much for it's superior sucking ability, and was compelled to use my handheld Dirt Devil to suck out all the dust and dog hair that was left over in the belly of the vacuum after I removed the bag.  Yes, I used a vacuum to clean my vacuum.  But I explained my rationale that it seemed to be a better idea than using a paper towel sprayed with cleanser, because I would have to throw away the paper towel when I was finished and that would be wasteful, and I considered using

This is my first blog post for Girlfriends Magazine website and I can't tell you how thrilled/pleased/proud/delighted/fill in the blank here____with similar adjective/ I am to have been asked. I imagine I should first introduce myself and we'll go from there.
 

I will admit that I am a Facebooker.  I live here in The Middle where we go for months without a double digit temperature.  Today is sunny and arctic.  I am virtually a shut in.  I have three small children which equals exactly 6 gloves, 6 boots, 7 zippers, and 8 carseat buckles.  I have a husband who travels extensively during the cold winter months...read: leaves me home alone with a bunch of needy short people with whom it is difficult to engage in stimulating conversation.  I could pick up the phone and call someone for engaging  adult repartee were it not for the fact