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[It’s been awhile since I did a Fortunately, Unfortunately story…so here goes. Enjoy.]
“You’re on the edge…of glory” played as we walked out of Aunt Chilada’s on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina. Having just watched the Bulls lose to the Sixers by one point. Marking the end of their 2011-2012 season, the year Chicago was predicted by so many to fight Miami for the Eastern Conference Championship. And some went so far as to call them the future NBA champs of this season marked with more injuries than I can ever recall in any given period. Continue reading
Hannah wrote this poem for me and I thought I’d share it with all the Moms in the world for Mother’s Day! Can’t imagine my life without the grace my kids give me…daily…sometime in hefty doses!! Love you so much Princess Numero Uno! Whose name means Grace and who has the writing bug buzzing inside her! Who knows? Maybe she’ll have her own Blog before the year is over! Continue reading 
Spent hours at the beach yesterday on the peaceful south shore of Hilton Head Island, South Carolina. Sat on my folding chair for awhile and just watched the girls jumping the waves on their boogie boards with my littlest next to me, digging scoops of perfectly wet sand into her red bucket. When the pail was almost full, Sarah put aside her yellow plastic shovel, lifted the red container to eye level, and tipped it over in her first attempt to make a sand castle.
Chicago Bulls’ Derrick Rose, tears his ACL during playoff game #1 against the Sixers and is done for 2012 NBA season.New York Yankees’ Joba Chamberlein hurts ankle while playing on trampoline with five year old son and is out for 2012 season.
New York Knicks Jeremy Lin recovering from knee surgery and now rookie Iman Shumpert is out for eight months after tears to his ACL as well as a lateral meniscus.
Life is dangerous. Each of these players knows. They’re hurting now. But, the truth is, they probably have the option to come back. Hopefully make their game stronger. And play some more.
When hubby and one of his best friends trotted off to catch the shuttle bus over the the Pocono Raceway for their first Tough Mudder competition, I can’t lie. I was a little nervous. The description and videos of the event included obstacles involving fire, electrical shocks, ice water, climbing walls, and dark tunnels. The twelve to thirteen mile course is broken up with these army-simulated challenges that you cannot complete apart from your team. Continue reading
Back for Day Two of a look at the Tough Mudder 2012 at the Pocono Raceway in Pennsylvania. Thought I’d take a whirl at my movie editing skills [just a newbie but enjoyed the simplicity of iMovie,] and piece together a short film (less than 7 minutes) of what hubby and Team Stunads went through. The piece starts with the motivating voice of Sean Corvelle, a guy who could convince you to jump off a cliff over a waterfall and smile while doing it. He is just that enthusiastic! Anyway, enjoy and come back for one last story at the end of the week that will feature more pics and an up close and personal with what treasures the team members walked away with. Just so thankful they did all cross the finish line. Still walking!! Continue reading
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| Clearly A “Before” Pic…Not a Drop of Mud On Them…YET! |
I’m a Daddy’s girl. Always have been. Always will be.My earliest memory of my dad is of man dressed in a suit who left early and came home late, always carrying a briefcase. Those were the days when he sold insurance and worked all kinds of jobs in order to afford his Masters in Engineering and provide for our family.
We also have a lot in common. We both misplace things. Forget things. And we are both emotional. I’d like to say we’re in touch with our feelings, but when it comes down to it, we are the criers in the family. We are also known as the talkers. As far back as I can remember, Daddy loved telling us stories. Continue reading
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| GENETICS OR ADVANCED UNWRAPPING SKILLS? |
| Back in the Day…1995 |
Not even hours after we “defined the relationship” with a very deep and profound sentence of:
Sun: “It seems kind of obvious that I like you…”
Me: “And I like you.”
We left each other. He dropped me off at a bus depot around midnight for an overnight ride from Chicago to somewhere in South Dakota where I had volunteered to be a week long camp counselor. This was our first taste of long distance. The week was very very very long.
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