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A long time ago, before the mortgage worries, before the marriage and before the kids, I lived in an old walk up apartment. Due to the nature of the shows I was working on, I was living month to month to pay for it. But I didn't worry. I knew I would make my rent. I knew if
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It's time to be honest with you faithful readers. I got a divorce.
I know this must be shocking news for longtime followers. (Except for you haters who think I'm a prudish control freak, in which case you are wondering why my husband didn't leave me a long time ago!) But the…
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I'm the first to admit that driving an hour to work each day is getting old, but the people have made it all worth it. We've had conversations about everything from …
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As I approach 40, I'm seeing a few lines and wrinkles that I never had before. My initial reaction is, "Oh my God! No!!!! How could this happen?" After freaking out for a few days and mourning my lost youth, I had a major epiphany about my seemingly sudden onsite of…
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What used to be the most dreaded nights of the week (can we say homework, mad cap dinners, dishes and rowdy bedtime hours) have quickly morphed into my most treasured evenings of contentment. The moment I come home from work, the clothes come off, I lay down, and Rex takes over. The kids are…
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I've always loved seeing my husband come home from work: Crisp shirt, tie, pressed pants, shiny leather shoes. When the kids would run and greet him at the door - their hands full of Play Dough - it was like a scene from a 1950's movie. "Papa! Papa!" they'd shriek with abandon, leaving a trail of sippy cup milk from the kitchen to the living room. What choice did Rex have but to drop his briefcase on the living room floor and embrace them into a 6'3 bear sqeeze, replete with "twirlies," "head bonks" and the inevitable "toe hangings".
My admiration of my "Working hottie" was always short lived.
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Week 1 of my part time 8-week writing gig is complete. I love the work, I love the people, I love the paycheck. But I despise the traffic.
It seems no matter what time of the morning or evening/afternoon I leave, it takes me an hour to commute. It's frustrating when I do the math: I…
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Thank you Rex for all you do
You work so hard (and are so cute, too!)
You take the kids on days I work
You make the dinner - an extra perk
You mow the lawn and clean the clothes
You fix the pipes and unkink the hose
You throw the kids up in the air
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I can't even believe it's 6:30. It feels like 10Pm. Part of it is the time change. Part of it is that we packed more into one weekend than we usually pack into a month. And some of it is that I'm starting to realize than in 12 short hours I am, indeed, going back to work.
Yup…
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A few years back my single friend went to a Halloween party dressed as a sexy UPS worker: Tight brown shirt and short skirt...low cut white blouse... clipboard in hand. She would walk up to different guys at the party and inquire very seriously, "Sir, how large is your package?"
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