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Sciatica of the brain…

June 1st, 2009 · 9 Comments · husband

My husband Barry is the guy who never loses his keys.  Never forgets the tickets to Fenway Park or the theatre.  Remembers the names of every business associate, former student, waitress or bartender.  Knows where all the confirmation numbers are.  And always has his cell phone with him and “on.”
Except for the past few weeks.
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Valet Shoes

April 25th, 2009 · 7 Comments · Women, humor, husband, shoes

Valet Shoes are not to be confused with Ballet Shoes.
Let me explain.
My husband, Barry, hates to have our cars valet parked. This has nothing to do with him being cheap. He’s not. It’s all about him having things in his car that he doesn’t want touched, looked at, moved or lost. [...]

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I heard myself say it…

April 23rd, 2009 · 6 Comments · Grandchildren, Grandparents, good times, humor, husband, love

I was watching all 4 of Audrey’s boys at Audrey’s house this morning when I heard myself say something that I cannot believe I said.
Let me set the scene.
William and Alex were running from room to room in a big circle, chasing each other with light sabers. Living room, hallway, dining room, kitchen. [...]

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Plan B

April 6th, 2009 · 12 Comments · baseball, husband, love

My day is definitely not what I had planned.
I was all set and excited to be attending the Boston Red Sox home-opener game and festivities at Fenway Park.  Barry and I have been 4-ticket season ticket-holders for 10 years, and, for a variety of reasons, I’ve never been to the much coveted home-opener.  Today was [...]

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Through the eyes of a child…

March 27th, 2009 · 7 Comments · Grandchildren, Grandmothers, boys, humor, husband, love

I’ve been staying with Audrey while her husband is out of town for a couple of days. And not since junior high have I been dissected as thoroughly as I’ve been by Audrey’s 4 little guys.
Examples:
William (4): Why do you wear pajamas with pumpkins on them when it’s not Halloween?
Alex (3): Why [...]

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On running and Aerosmith

January 18th, 2009 · 9 Comments · exercise, husband, running

I was running yesterday…
Wait.  Let me explain.  I don’t run.  Well, I do… but it is very new to me, and this is how it happened.  Everyone in my family is training for something… Jane for a full marathon and Half Ironman, Audrey for a 1/2 marathon, Audrey’s husband Matt for a Half Ironman, Keith [...]

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Slip-sliding away…

January 8th, 2009 · 14 Comments · husband

Monday morning in Rhode Island was freezing. Cold. Freezing cold. I found out the hard way… at the expense of my husband, Barry.
Barry is our early riser and his routine is comforting. He wraps himself in his robe, steps into his slippers, heads downstairs, opens our front door and steps into [...]

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A lifetime of Sweet N’ Spicy…

October 17th, 2008 · 11 Comments · JOEY, Uncategorized, husband, lipstick, love

Can you pinpoint the very moment in time that set you on the path to meet a current/former significant other… the moment that forever changed your entire life and legacy?
Think about it, if you will.
This “lifetime” thought began this morning with finding a sample lipstick from a summer event swag bag that I just this [...]

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Bran Muffins and Genetics

September 29th, 2008 · 5 Comments · Uncategorized, fashion, good times, health, humor, husband, love, products

If you know me well, you know that I love Bran Muffins from Dunkin’ Donuts.
That’s it, though.  Dunkin’ Donuts is it.
I have met lots of Bran Muffins that I don’t like… in restaurants, in coffee shops and cafes, all over the country and even other parts of the world.  I have tried baking my [...]

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More than a dream…

September 12th, 2008 · 4 Comments · angels, husband, love, mothers

This morning, I woke up to the peaceful sounds of my home and my town.  My husband and I live on a busy street in a small town… so the wonderful sounds of the town were drifting into my open bedroom window.  You know, the early morning bakery deliveries.  The swish of the morning paper [...]

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