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lining up

lining up

There is a bit of homeostasis here under the Big Top…yes, even amidst the chaos that is our family circus life. Zoë is home for a visit this weekend! And so I have all of my beautiful clowns here under … Continue reading →

a season of sowing

a season of sowing

Fall has finally arrived here in the Central Valley. Last week the temps were in the 90′s or more but over the weekend, slowly but surely, there was a cooling trend until finally there was but a trickle of rain … Continue reading →

daily Fallon #71

daily Fallon #71

She can say “mima” now. She likes to say it when I am walking away from her…tearfully. Yes, I turn around and come back to her to pick her up. I am weak. She is a master manipulator. Filed under: … Continue reading →

let’s hear it for the dad

let’s hear it for the dad

Back to school season brings out all the Back to School posts and pictures all over my Facebook wall. I have done more than my fair share of sharing and I do enjoy everyone else sharing this annual brag-fest. Our … Continue reading →

smile to the hand

smile to the hand

We are all smiling a lot here under the Big Top right about now. Back to school for Jodie and Daniel is this Thursday. Hazel starts preschool too. Jodie has the perfect fall semester schedule for her junior year so … Continue reading →

truth be told

truth be told

The conversation starts this way, “Have I done something to upset you or piss you off, because you hardly ever say hello and talk to me? What’s going on?”

So, do I tell her the truth? I mean, does she really want to hear what’s on my mind? It’s not too pretty. Which is why I have withdrawn a little…okay, a lot.

My attempt to protect others from the cra-cra that sometimes settles inside of me is, as usual, misconstrued as that I am mad at someone…think I’m better than someone….just like Jr. High. Except for the fact that no one really thought that of me back when I was in Jr. High…or High School. Living in a small town and a mom who liked to manically over share every weekend at the local beer garden pretty much made my withdrawal seem okay…and probably added to the sympathy for those poor kids of hers....

community of mud

community of mud

If you aren’t a friend of mine on Facebook, you might be wondering “how did the mud run go for Laura?…did she survive?”

Well…

I was ready and especially inspired when I received my race packet.

 

Beer! There would be beer at the finish line. Knowing that I was even able to forgive the fact that they got my age wrong. Oh well, I will be 51 soon enough…next year.