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Multi-Task Madness
Women are Queen Multi-Taskers. And we have this whole network of women out there who are doing simple things better and faster. So we should collaborate a little more often – quit reinventing the wheel all the time – right? What I am saying is – what do you do that cuts down a few of your chores every day? How do you save time or money or energy or effort in some way that you think maybe everyone else is doing, but we really aren’t? I’ll go first. It’s a little one. And you may already do this. Or do this better. That’s good. But here it is anyway.…
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You Tell Me
Is it wrong to dress your children in Run DMC and Rolling Stones t-shirts if the shirts were on sale for 75 cents at Target? I drew the line at ACDC. A girl’s got to have standards – right?
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She Said
A few years ago our family discovered a little product known as a buff. Since the buff’s introduction into our household, there has probably not been a day that has passed that some Keigley head has not donned one of these head wear miracles. (If you have any questions concerning buffs, ask any of us. Except Wilder. He can’t talk yet.) We should be spokespeople for this product. Really. In fact, in a way, we are. I mean, there’s the whole word of mouth thing, of course. Truly, strangers have frequently stopped me to ask about my head attire and then have actually written the website down. There’s also the…
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I’m Not Making This Up
Today . . . . . Piper wore a tiny, tiny ponytail in her hair – Pebbles-style. It was unnecessary. But it was cute. Bergen came running into the house this morning carrying a dead bird. “Hey, Mom – I found a dead bird,” he announced. This was also unnecessary. And not cute. Riley had to receive five shots at the public health department for her upcoming adventure to Kenya. The facility was ugly, windowless and depressing. The nurse acted as if the two of us had single-handedly, purposefully set out to ruin her day. I hope if our government ever decides to choose universal health care they can figure…
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I Don’t Understand
Why does this look like so much fun but imagining fifteen-year-old Riley behind the wheel seem so terrifying? (Okay, so I know the reasons why…….but isn’t it a little alarming how few blinks it takes to get from one stage to the next?)
