Earlier this month, Roger and I boarded a flight with our two teenagers for a family trip to Ireland. Once in Dublin we met up with my husband’s father and sister. We were three generations ranging in age from 14 to 81 (at any point in time, you can bet that someone had to stop for something).
Continue reading Top o’ the Summer To Ye
Through their orthodontic treatments, I watched as my kids’ smiles got gorgeouser and gorgouser.
And I got jealouser and jealouser.
So then I got braces.
Yes, at my age.
I decided it wasn’t a sin to treat myself, so I had a consultation, signed a contract with
Dr Vyas (love her), and got my seat in one of her reclining chairs.
Continue reading Brace Face
I needed a night out. There had been stressors at home, stressors in the classroom, stressors elsewhere. Nothing major; just relentless. A few hours away from it all would be just the ticket.
My Vino Support Group (VSG) showed up for a girls night out at one of those painting and wining places. Joining us at
Painting With a Twist were my fellow MileHighMamas writers Gretchen and Ratna.
The bunny-ear bomber was quite cool, and a good artist.
Obviously, we had a blast. Not only did I get to hang out with friends, but I got to turn a blank canvas into something pretty (well, not hideous) and bebop to good music at the same time. All while sipping
Apothic Red (do you love it, too? what the heck is in that to make it so good?).
Continue reading Going Rogue. Or is that Rouge?
I woke up the other morning in the middle of a bad dream. I’d been dreaming that someone had not only pulled my dog’s tail, but had pulled it OFF.
In my pre-dawn dream world, my poor Dexter, proud wagger of a lush and expressive plume, would forever have to live with this amputation. And so would I.
The closest interpretation I can find of my bad dream is
“To dream of an animal’s tail represents obstacles and aggravation in situations where peace was anticipated.”
Well, I DID spend time on Facebook. I’m open to other guesses you may have what this dream may mean.
I had trouble shaking the feeling of anger and fear I woke up with. I remained in a grumpy mood all day. #firstworldproblem
Do you remember your dreams? Which ones stay with you more — good dreams or bad dreams? Do you try to find meaning in the ones that stay with you?
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