My Real Life

April 30, 2012

Frozen – The Final Chapter

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You can read Frozen – Part 1 here, and Frozen – Part 2 here.

She really had enjoyed herself at dinner.

So much so that she ignored her common sense nipping at her consciousness, telling her that the snow was coming down too hard and she needed to get going before it got too bad to get home.

By the time everyone started putting in their money toward the bill, the ground was covered in a few inches of snow and the temperature was dropping quickly, making the wet pavement icy beneath it’s new, white blanket.

Two of her female co-workers walked her to her car, the three of them holding each other up, and sent her on her way, yelling promises that she would go slow and carefully.

And she did.  But all the caution in the world couldn’t have prepared her for the patch of black ice on I-39 that sent her gliding too far to the right and right into the guardrail.  Luckily, her speed was low and the impact was almost graceful.  No airbag, no whiplash…just her and her Altima, angled off the road in the snow.

She put the car in reverse and slowly tried to back up.  The car moved a few inches, but she could feel, instinctively, the way it unevenly bumped it’s way back that there was a problem with the tire.

She sighed, pulled her coat tightly around herself and got out.  She could see no damage to the side of the car that was facing the road, and so she walked around to the other side, steadying herself with one hand on the car.

There was no apparent damage, so she stooped down to inspect the tires and found that the front, right tire was, in fact, flat.  She looked at the flat for a minute or two, willing it to inflate on its own, but when that didn’t happen, she opened the passenger door, crawled across the seat and popped the trunk latch.  She backed out, moved to the trunk and pulled out the jack and the tire iron.

She was grateful to be close enough to a streetlamp, that she wasn’t working in total darkness, as she bent down and began the tedious work of loosening the lug nuts.

When she finished with the loosening, she put the jack in position and began to pump the car up, a fraction of an inch at a time. Headlights swooped across her field of vision and she felt herself grow both relieved and nervous at the same time.  She was all alone on a fairly deserted highway.  This was the first car that had passed since she had run off the road, and she felt defenseless.  She kept her head down and kept working.

A car door slammed and the icy snow crunched under heavy feet as the driver of the other car approached.

“Need a hand?” a deep, gravelly male voice asked.

Her hands stilled.

That voice.

Immediately she began to tremble.  She let go of the jack and instinctively pulled her coat and scarf tighter around her body and head.

“I said, do you need a hand?” he asked again.

Clearly she needed help.  And yet this…this was the last person in the world she would ever want to meet again, much less ask for help.  Yet, she was fairly certain he couldn’t see her face, as bundled as she was, and so she decided to do whatever she could to get out of the situation as quickly as possible.

She nodded.

“Where’s your spare?  In the trunk?”  The man didn’t even wait for an answer…just walked to the trunk, lifted the lid, and pulled out the dougnut.

His footsteps crunched back to her and he said, “Move back…I got this.”

She obeyed, sliding out of his way, and moving to stand beside him as he knelt next to her car and began to shimmy the old tire off of the axle.

She watched his glove hands grip the tire and she knew that on the back of his left hand would be a small scar…maybe almost completely faded by know…but still there, in the shape of her teeth.

She had been coming home late from work, that night.

She was cursing herself for walking that day when she had known that she would have to work late to meet her deadline, and so she walked as quickly as possible, down dark, deserted streets.

She had thought there was the possibility of someone following her…the hairs on the back of her neck were standing at attention, but every time she turned around, she saw no one and nothing out of the ordinary.

She kept walking.

When she reached her building, she punched in her access code and quickly ran up the one flight to her floor.  It wasn’t until she was at her door, pulling out her keys that she realized she hadn’t heard the building door latch behind her.

It was her last thought before he was on her.

He came up from behind, one hand strong around her mouth, the other holding her around the waist.

“Open the door.  Do it now and don’t make a sound.”

She almost dropped the keys twice in her attempt to put key to lock, but she managed to get it done, despite her state of terror.

When she turned the handle, he shoved her inside, and she stumbled to the floor.

“Get up,” he growled, and she scrambled to her feet, desperate to do anything he asked so that he wouldn’t hurt her.  “Move,” he said, and she walked backward down the hallway, toward the kitchen.

As they entered the kitchen, her eyes noticed the knife on the counter at the same time as his.  They both went for it, but he was bigger, stronger…faster.

From there, everything that happened was a blur of sounds and smells.

Clothes ripping.

Loud grunting.

The odors of sweat and beer and cigarettes.

And the knife.

Right up against her neck, daring her to struggle…to try to get away.

At one point, he reached across her with his left hand, and her survival instincts kicked in and she leaned her head forward and clamped down, hard, with her teeth.

He swore and backhanded her, pushing the knife harder into her flesh.

“Do. Not. Move.” he growled.

And she did not move again.

When he was done, he left her on the kitchen floor, shrugged back into his clothes, putting his finger to his lips, whispering “Our secret…or I’ll be back.”

She had never told a soul, and he had never been back.

She knew, in her heart, that this meeting in the snow was all a horrifying coincidence, and yet, she couldn’t help but think that it was a punishment for beginning to enjoy life a bit.  Her first night out since the attack, years before, and he arrives?

She stood, watching him begin to tighten the nuts on the spare and her anxiety began to rise.

He would soon be finished, and then what?  There was no one passing by.  Nothing to stop him from shoving her in the back of her car and hurting her, once again.

The snow was falling faster and harder, yet she could see that he had set aside the tire iron as he began to pump the jack.

Without much planning, she reached down, picked up the tool and raised it above her head.  He noticed the shift in her body weight and turned his head, his eyes widening in recognition as he saw her face, for the first time.

As he moved to block her movements, his glove caught on the edge of the jack, leaving him unable to protect himself.  She swung and iron connected with flesh with a crack in the quiet night air.

Soundlessly, he fell over, into the snow, unmoving.

She stood, stock still, unsure what to do next.

She stared at him, holding her breath, and it wasn’t until she realized that no puffs of breath were visible in the cold, night air that she exhaled.


With that thought, her brain began to work again, and she began to make swift, calculated moves, feeling as though it were the first time her mind was clear in years.

She looked at the blood on the tire iron and leaned down and wiped it off with the edge of the man’s coat, making sure to get rid of all visible traces.

Quickly and decisively, she pushed the body under the guardrail, rolling him into the ravine below.  She picked up her tools and put them in the trunk.  She moved back, got the flat tire and put that, too, in the trunk.

The snow was falling so fast, now, that she noticed that her tracks were getting covered almost as soon as she stepped out of them.  Still, she kicked around the snow where he had lay and where she had pushed him under the rail until she was satisfied that no one could look at this spot and figure out what had happened.  She could no longer see the body, as it had fallen too far, and was, most likely, already covered with a light dusting of snow.

She walked around to the drivers side, got in and turned over the engine.

It started immediately, and she slowly backed up, turned the wheels, and then carefully made her way home.

The whistling tea kettle broke her from her reverie and she stood, stretching her limbs.

She poured the water into her tea cup, pulled out her bagel from the toaster, sat at the table, and began to eat.

When she was finished, she walked to the bedroom, pulled back the covers, climbed in and almost instantly fell asleep.

And as she slept, she smiled.

April 29, 2012

Spa Living: Cancun Style

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I’ve only gotten two massages in my life.

If my insurance would pay for it, I would go every week.

I carry my stress in my neck, and my doctor has said that she can’t believe how tight my neck is.

I also had surgery on my neck, a few years ago, to remove a lymph node the size of a golf ball due to Kikuchi Fujimoto disease (I kid you not…story for another time), and in removing the lymph node, the doctor accidentally severed the spinal accessory nerve, or the nerve that feeds the muscles in the upper right quadrant of my back.  Therefore, my back has had to need to relearn how to delegate the daily work of picking things up, raising my arms, walking around, etc.  You’d never know it to look at me, as the muscles have done well relearning their work, however, my neck and back are stiff and in some pretty big agony quite a bit of time at the end of the day.  It’s why I try to exercise, because the stronger they are, the better the outcome for me, and I don’t want it to slow me down, which it doesn’t.

So, when I started to have the back issues, following the surgery, I went for a massage.

It was a 30 minute massage, and when it was done, I came to two conclusions.

1.  30 minutes wasn’t long enough.

2.  I needed some large Nordic woman named Helga, or some strapping Swedish man named Sven to actually massage hard enough to work out the knots in my neck and back, because the average sized woman who did the massage didn’t even come close to working out a single knot, even though she seemed to be working as hard as she could.

So, I never went back.

Fast-forward to last week, when the girls and I were in Cancun.

They have a spa at the resort, and they offered a variety of massages, preceded by hydration therapy.

Each massage was 100 minutes and was a little bit different than the others.

So, Erin and I both signed up for the Excellence massage, Kim another, and Michaela, yet another.

They led us into the back and, wearing our bathing suits, had us take a quick shower.

Then, we were led into the steam room.

We toughed it out in the steam room as long as we possibly could, but when we began to feel like our faces were melting off, we decided to call it a day.

They led us to the pool, which was divided into several sections.

Kim and I got into a small, circular part of the pool, and were instructed to stand back to back and hold on to these bars that were protruding from the sides of the pool.  Then, they turned on the bubbles.

This jet of bubbles that shot up from the floor of the pool and pounded our feet and our legs.

We were there for about two minutes, and then they moved us into the bigger pool, where we had to hold on, again, while a jet of bubbles shot at our stomachs for two minutes.

From there, we moved across the pool, where we saw two enormous spouts that were flat.  We turned our backs and these flat streams of water jetted onto our backs, pummeling our muscles.  Then, we moved over to round spouts of water that punished our necks and upper backs with water.

Next, you got out of the pool and walked into a valley of rocks that were sprayed with water to massage your feet, and when you came out the other side, you were to dip your entire body (head under) in a pool of icy water.  So cold. It was so cold.

When we raced back out of the ice pool, we were treated to the sauna, where we lay for about five minutes.  (Best part of the hydration therapy)  We relaxed and talked and enjoyed the sauna.

When they knocked on the door, we thought we were going upstairs for our massages, but no…back in the icy pool for another dip.

And, surprisingly, this time, not so bad.

THEN it was time to go up.

They separated us into our massage rooms, and we got to meet our masseurs.

I was instantly disappointed.

Mine was this little, tiny man named Ivan, who said in a quiet, high voice, “Hola, Miss!”

Helga or Sven, he was not.

He started to speak to me, in English, with a very thick accent, and I couldn’t understand him, so I explained that I speak Spanish, and he switched over and then we were able to communicate much, much better.

He left the room while I got ready and laid on the table, face down.

I heard the door open and he came back in.  There were many sounds as he moved around, mixing things and opening cupboards, etc.

All of the sudden, his little hands appeared in front of my face, and he said, “Por favor” and then I heard him inhaling very slowly, so I, too, inhaled very slowly, and was overwhelmed with a pungent scent, which I assumed was on his hands and was supposed to be aromatherapy.

Okay.  I went with it.

Thus began the most amazing 100 minute massage that ever was.

(Yes, I realize I have no frame of reference, but it was unreal.)

There were hot oils, hot wraps, hot stones.

My feet were wrapped in hot chocolate paste and saran wrapped.  (Poor Ivan…as he painted the chocolate on my extremely ticklish feet, I giggled and giggled and he apologized and apologized, no matter how many times I told him it was just fine…fun, in fact.)

Little Ivan was deceptively strong, and after his first go at my neck and back where he sucked in his breath and said “Wow!  This is really tight!” he put that strength to use and worked out every single kink in my musculature.

It.  Was.  Amazing.

The only part I didn’t LOVE was the “scalp massage.”

It was really more of a “Pull Amy’s Hair for 5 minutes” massage, and I wasn’t too down with that.

I stuck with it, because I kept thinking it would get better, but it didn’t.

In the grand scheme of the other 95 minutes, I really didn’t care that much.

He even massaged my face and my sinuses sang for joy.

I came out of that room, wrapped in my big, fluffy robe and found Kim lounging on this round sofa, cup of tea in hand.

I was like butter.  I melted into the sofa, Ivan brought me some tea, and we waited for Erin and Michaela, who soon floated out of their rooms, as well.

I don’t think I will ever have another massage like the one I experienced in Cancun.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get another massage again, because I’ll just know it won’t measure up.

And, it’s interesting, that since the plane landed in Newark, my neck and back have been slowly getting tighter and tighter, and while I was used to it before and so it didn’t hurt all the time, it’s kinda hurting all the time, now.

Soon, I’ll be all wound up again and walking around with my shoulders near my ears and Ivan will be a distant memory.

But, for the rest of you…if you ever hit the Excellence Riviera Resort in Cancun, get the Excellence massage.

And ask for Ivan.

April 28, 2012

Filed under: Posts with Video — Amy @ 6:00 am

Oh, how I wish I had thought of this!

A father took video of his daughter over the first twelve years of her life, then put it together in this time lapse video.


Of course, it left me in tears.

Big surprise.

<p><a href=”″>Lotte Time Lapse: Birth to 12 years in 2 min. 45.</a> from <a href=””>Frans Hofmeester</a> on <a href=””>Vimeo</a>.</p>

April 27, 2012

Five Question Friday

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1. Groceries are high right now what is easiest way you have found to cut back?
I used to be the Queen of grocery shopping.
However, we are eating much healthier these days and there are many more of us, and it’s really, really hard to cut back.
I’m making a play for us joining Costco, in an effort to make less trips to the grocery store for paper products, etc., thus saving money because I go in for one thing and come out with thirty.
So, I still cut coupons and shop sales, but it’s getting harder and harder.
2. What are the top 3 things on your “bucket list”?
(in no particular order)
1.  Go skydiving.  I am absolutely dying to do this.  (Pardon the possible pun since this is on my bucket list…”dying” to do it…get it?  Huh?  Huh?  Crickets.)
2.  I want to get to Europe…specifically, I want to go to Scotland.  Then, I want to go to Ireland.  I’d like to hit the English countryside.  I’d love to get to Denmark and see where my Grandpa was born.  Other places, too.  Just gotta hop across the pond.
3.  Get published.  Whether it’s the novel that I have already written or one of the many that I have started.
3. Would you rather give up AC or heat?
I’m going to say I’d rather give up heat.
You can always pile on more layers and blankets.
Once you’re naked, there’s not much further you can go to beat the heat without the AC.
So, I’m going with giving up the heat.
4. What’s your favorite cocktail??
I’m not really a drinker, so I don’t have a wide range of cocktails to choose from.
I guess I’ll have to go with a Strawberry Daquiri because it doesn’t have much of an alcohol-y taste.

5. What was your first job & how old were you?

My first job was at a little store called The Town Mouse in Headquarters Plaza Mall.

I was 14.

My boss was a man named Houston and they would often leave me alone, in charge of the store.

Not really the safest mall.

It wasn’t the Murder Mall (which we do have where we live) but not really a place where a 14 year old should be left in charge of the store.

We sold gifty type things, costume jewelry, cards, candy, etc.

I loved that store.

I worked there for almost a year, then moved across the mall to International Coffee where Michaela and I made coffee and hot chocolate for people.

I hate coffee, but wow…do I love the smell.

Then, I moved across the Green to Epstein’s where I worked the rest of my way through high school and into college breaks.  Loved that job.

So, that’s more than just my first job, but I was on a roll.

April 26, 2012

You Can’t Make This Stuff Up: Cancun Version

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So, we get off the plane, go through customs, head outside and meet our driver.

He starts driving us back to the hotel and a fairly high rate of speed.

A police car turns on its lights, pulls out behind us, and starts to follow us.  But he pulls around us and speeds by, pulling someone else over.

Then, he hops out of his car and starts waving his flashlight to pull us over.

Our driver pulls over, hops out of the car and walks to the cop, (wearing, what appears to be an AK-47 around his neck), whose hand he immediately shakes.

They chat for awhile, the driver comes back and gets some papers out of the van and goes back to the cop.

They talk awhile longer.

He comes back to the van, gets his wallet, pulls out some money, goes back, gives it to the cop, hops back in the car and drives away.

The guy sitting in the front of the van asks how much it cost to get us going and the driver says “$50” to which Kim responds, “It’ll cost you $100 to buy my silence!”


Already shared the screen door story.  If you missed it, you can find it here.


So, on Friday, we were laying on the beach, reading, napping, chatting, whatever.

Suddenly, Michaela says “Hey!  Look!  A wedding!”

Sure enough, there was a wedding beginning on the closest pier.

So, we watched as the groom made his way to the end of the pier with his witness, and then the bride walked down the aisle to meet him.

Really sweet.

But, wait!


This picture is fuzzy and not really easy to see, but there were three women wearing thongs, standing there watching the wedding.


Not sure that I would want that in my wedding photos.

Seriously, ladies.

Move along.


On Saturday night, the Excellence Resort had a Madonna show in their big, open-air theater.

The dancing was phenomenal.  We were so impressed.

Okay, Kim, Michaela and I were impressed.

Erin fell asleep during the show.

“Madonna’s” lip-syncing, however?

I realize she was Mexican and didn’t speak English as a first language.

However, if your entire job is to lip-sync Madonna songs, you might want to invest some time in learning the words.

Thank goodness the dancing was totally rocking because watching the singing was like watching a movie where the sound track is way, way off.

Fun to watch, but kinda gave you a headache if you were paying attention.

If you let your eyes go fuzzy and out of focus, however, totally rockin’.


On the plane on the way home, about 45 minutes before we landed, a line formed for the bathroom.

We were sitting near the back of the plane, so the line was right next to us.

Suddenly, I heard someone say, “Amy?”

I look up and who do I see?

Oh yeah…my OBGYN.

Where did it turn out she was sitting?

Right in front of Kim, who was right across the aisle from me.

Hadn’t seen her the whole flight, but there she was!

Flying home from Cancun, Mexico on a Sunday afternoon and I bump into my OBGYN.


Of course, with all the kids I’ve had, I probably paid for her flight, so I guess it makes sense.

April 25, 2012

Wordless Wednesday: 40?

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…because when you’ve been friends as long as we have, you are always 8 years old when you are together.


April 24, 2012

Truthful Tuesday: Friendship

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So, the truth for today is that I love Mexico.

At least, I love the Excellence Riviera Cancun Resort.

Or, to be more specific, I love the Excellence Riviera Cancun Resort when I’m there with Kim, Erin and Michaela.

You know that I turned 40 this year, and since we’re all the same age, you can conclude that these three turned 40 this year, as well.

We haven’t traveled together since our days in the handbell choir in high school, where we went to Michigan, Virginia and Bermuda together.

In youth group, we hit upstate New York and Tennessee.

But, since then, the four of us haven’t been anywhere together.

Kim and Erin have taken vacations together, Michaela and Kim have taken vacations together, but I got married early, and didn’t go anywhere with them.

So, we all decided for 40, we were going.

Over the next few days, I’ll be sharing pictures and stories from our trip.

However, for today, I just want to share the feelings from the trip.

There is nothing like spending time with people who know every single thing about you.

Who know things about you that you don’t even know.

People with whom you share a history.

While standing in the customs line, in the Mexico airport, we watched the customs workers type on the keyboard and then stamp the passports.

Kim said, “That’s your kinda job, Amy” and she was exactly right.

But, I don’t know how many people know, that while I’m all about my creative side, how much I love that kind of work and find it very satisfying.

When we got to the hotel, Erin and I (who shared a room, while Kim and Michaela shared a room), went to check out our balcony.  We heard a knock on the door, and I got excited and started to run for the room, forgetting that the screen was closed.  I ran headfirst, at full speed into the slider screen and bounced right off and back onto the balcony.

I wasn’t embarrassed, I wasn’t self-conscious.  I was with Erin.

I laughed and laughed and laughed.  We laughed until we cried and our sides hurt.

Kim and Michaela couldn’t figure out why we weren’t answering the door, and then when we were finally able to compose ourselves enough to answer the door, we were still laughing so hard, we couldn’t speak, and when we finally could, we laughed some more belly laughs as we tried to explain the story.

We were all glad to come home to our boyfriends, husbands, children and homes, but I think it’s telling that we’ve already sent about 8 emails back and forth between us all, today, after just spending 4 days, non-stop with each other.

I love these women.

And I can’t wait to tell you about our trip!

April 22, 2012

My Top 20

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Today, I’m sharing my Top 20 most played songs, according to my iTunes account.

Mind you, I do a lot of DJ-ing for my peeps in the nightclub (read – for the monkeys in the kitchen) so many of these are combined favorites, but I don’t play music I can’t get into, so if it’s being played, I’m liking it.

1.  In My Head – Jason Derulo

2. Dynamite – Taio Cruz

The first two are the most frequently requested from the monkeys.  In particular, from Baby Monkey.  I could play Dynamite 20 times in a row and he’d ask for a 21st.  He loves to dance to this song.

3.  Not Over You – Gavin DeGraw

We all love this one.

Case in point:

4.  Tonight Tonight – Hot Chelle Rae

This was our favorite in the fall.  Dance Party in our house in the fall was completely made possible by this song.

5.  Sk8er Boi – Avril Lavigne

This one is all me.

I love it.

Love the idea of an underdog making it big and sticking it in the faces of all of those who thought they were better than him.

6.  TikTok – Ke$ha

I like it.

Monkey Girl likes it (despite it’s inappropriateness).

We like to dance to it.

7.  Only Hope (Karaoke) – Original by Mandy Moore

This is all Monkey Girl.

She is dying to sing this for a talent show or something.

She sang a bit of it, unaccompanied, for her American Idol class, after school, but she’s still dying to do the whole thing.


8.  Ours – Taylor Swift

A sweet, sweet little girl sang this at my school’s talent show, about a month ago, and it stuck in my head.

I played it for Monkey Girl and she fell in love with it, too.

So, now we sing it as often as possible.

9.  Spiderman Theme Song

10.  Theme from Batman

Can you even begin to guess whose requests these are?

11.  Mr. Brightside – The Killers

This song has always stuck in my head.

Just something about it.


12.  Golden Age of Chocolate

This is one of the songs from Willy Wonka, which was the play that I was the musical director for, in early March.

The kids love the soundtrack, and this song was their favorite.

13.  In Love With a Girl – Gavin DeGraw

It’s Gavin DeGraw.

Not sure what else I can say about that.

14.  Always Be My Baby – Mariah Carey

Such a fan, such a fan!

Early work only, though.

Something happened after she made it big.

The rest of her stuff just didn’t reach me as much.

15.  You Belong With Me – Taylor Swift

Monkey Girl owns the rights to #15’s placement.

16.  DJ Got Us Fallin’ In Love – Usher

Another one that is all Monkey Girl.

This may actually be the one song in my Top 20 that I don’t love.

But she does.

So, we listen.

17.  Hook – Blues Traveler

I believe I’ve shared, previously, how this song has calmed all of our babies.

We have another baby.

We listen to this song.

18.  Jar of Hearts – Christina Perri

I love her voice.

She’s got the cool, low, scratchy voice thing going on and I love it.

Also, who can resist a lyric like “You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul?”

19.  Chew It

Another Wonka song that the kids enjoyed.

20.  God Only Knows – The Beach Boys

One of my favorite Beach Boys songs.

Added Bonus –

Song #21

Come Go With Me – The Beach Boys

Because, apparently, just one Beach Boys song never really does it for me.

Gotta have two.

April 21, 2012

Things I’m Digging Today

1.  My student teacher, Jose, recently shared with me an awesome camera app for my iPhone.

It’s called “Paper Camera.”

It takes pictures with all kinds of cool effects.

I haven’t really explored all it has to offer, yet, but I’m working through it.

Here are a few shots I’ve taken with Paper Camera.

2.  The “Draw Something” app on my iPad.

I have to say, there is nothing funnier than watching people who you don’t normally watch draw things, attempt to draw things.

(And I’m sure it is quite entertaining for them to watch me try to draw things as well.)

In fact, one night, I received a text from my friend, Sharon, who was hanging with our friend, Ashley.

Sharon wrote “Watching Ashley watch your drawing is hilarious!”

Because, let’s face it, people…there’s a reason I’m not the art teacher.

Monkey in the Middle, of course, has about 15 games of every “With Friends” game going on with me at all times, and Draw Something is no different.

Except, I have no idea what he is drawing most of the time.

His mermaid was a square on top of a rectangle.

And can you guess what this is?

It was a hammer and a saw, you filthy people!

We laugh and it is a great, fun game to play with friends and family.

3.  Green tea.

I have always been a tea drinker.

Never liked coffee.

But, I’ve always loved tea.

No milk or cream, but with sugar.

These days, I don’t use sugar, but Stevia, instead.

And a few months ago, I switched from black tea to green tea, and man, do I love it!

I drink 3-4 cups a day.

Relaxing, delicious, and, apparently, good for you.

4.  The Girl Who Played With Fire

It’s the book that comes after The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.

When Real Man and I watched the movie the other night, I was disappointed in the ending, and then I realized I had only read the first book.

Clearly, the ending set things up for a sequel, and so I decided to start reading the second.

So far, so good.  I’m liking the character development and am on the edge of my seat to see what happens with everyone involved.

It’s all starting to come together, which is the coolest part of a book…when the stories that have been told start to intersect.

5.  Seriously?


April 20, 2012

Day Off

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I haven’t taken a day off from this blog since January.

Yet, today, I am taking the day  off from being witty, revealing, thoughtful, or anything else.

Nothing is wrong…in fact, life is very good today, and I promise to share it all with you next week.

For now, go to YouTube and listen to James Taylor sing “Mexico.”

If I could figure out how to post the video on my iPad, I would.

But, since I can’t, I’ll just have to trust that you can navigate the way yourself.

Enjoy, relax, and have a great Friday.

I know I will!

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