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Time to Cry Tuesday – Say a little prayer


Ok, grab a tissue now because this one brought my whole family to tears.

High School sports. High stakes in the lives of young athletes who dedicate themselves to being the best they can be in order to play their game of choice in college. They switch schools, travel endlessly and make any sacrifice asked of them in order to realize their dream. They never quit and they never say die.

However, the tricky thing about sports is how in a split second the game can change. Not the game, but the GAME. The whole ball of wax sometimes hinges on a moment in time. This weekend we witnessed one such moment. Our boy (not our genetic one, but the one we choose) came down wrong on his ankle and was carried off the basketball court. In those minutes after the injury the shock, fear and anger was so thick you could cut it with a knife. And that was me, can you imagine how he and his real parents felt.

I have written about this young man before when his team won the state championship. (I recommend that you click that last link as his story is a great one – don’t worry, I will wait).

I am happy to report that with any luck the injury is hopefully only a sprain. But the pain in the heart runs way deeper with the realization that you just never know. I am a fatalist. And a coper. And that is fine when I am dealing with my own stuff, but when it comes to one of the kids – not so much. When you see a young person work so hard for something you want to see them succeed. And yes, the coping piece is a big lesson, but not today, k?

He is a trooper. Right after the ER visit he was sitting at the dinner table pounding cupcakes and cracking jokes, trying his best to suck it up when we all knew how hard this was for him. BTW, We were quite impressed with his skill of eating a cupcake whole in one bite. (oh to be 16!)

So, on this Time to Cry Tuesday, I want all of you out there who have ever had a dream – whatever your religious persuasion (and even you atheists) – say a little prayer for our guy to get back on that court again soon and play his heart out…

before he drives his mother absolutely crazy.

(had to use this picture again because I simply love it. The one on the right is my son)

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I’d Walk a Mile for a Camel


Driving down a street in a neighboring town Danny and I came across this…

lawn camel?

Seriously, what the hell? A quiet suburban street with fairly regular homes, nothing extraordinary about this neighborhood until we saw this silver fiberglass saddled, tassled camel parked on the neatly kept front lawn.

I did a little web searching on camel symbolism and came up with this lovely interpretation of camel dreams (anyone having these lately?)

To see this beast of burden, signifies that you will entertain great patience and fortitude in time of almost unbearable anguish and failures that will seemingly sweep every vestige of hope from you. To own a camel, is a sign that you will possess rich mining property. To see a herd of camels on the desert, denotes assistance when all human aid seems at a low ebb, and of sickness from which you will arise, contrary to all expectations.

Hey, with the shape the world is in these days it is no wonder we don’t see a camel on every lawn.

Whatever happened to those garden gnomes (my grandparents had one) or the cute little family of plaster ducks crossing the lawn (my parents had these). Or Pink Flamingos for G-d sake. They were the bomb!

Lawn decor. Now that would be a great photo book for me to do…

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Janie Knight

Before I start today’s post I want to point out the most ridiculous thing that I have seen this week. This was tweeted by my friend Beth at techmamas and featured on TechCrunch. Burger King has launched a cologne that SMELLS LIKE MEAT! This is outrageous even by my standards. Check it out.

janie-knight_small1I am what you would call a vivid dreamer. Sometimes my dreams are so real that it takes me a few minutes to shake them off in the morning. I love to share them as soon as I wake up. This is usually when Gary walks out of the room as quickly as possible or pretends he can not hear the sound of my voice. 

One morning last spring I had a dream right before I woke up. In this dream Gary told me that he was leaving me. He had met a 30-year-old named Janie Knight with big boobs (cliche, I know), they were moving to Summit, MA and they were…

taking the dog!

Now mind you, we have 2 kids. Granted one is in college, but this guy was taking the dog?! He told me that Summit was in the country and the dog would be happier there.

What did I do when I woke up? What any loving, trusting wife of 20 some odd years would do, I grabbed the laptop off my night table and Googled both Janie Knight and Summit, MA. I will be kind to the 3 Janie Knights on LinkedIn (two of which do happen to live in New England, BTW) and the one on Facebook as I am pretty sure they are innocent. And probably allergic to dogs.

The next thing I did was open the shower door and start yelling at my poor husband who was shocked at first and then could not stop laughing at me. Actually, I think he was flattered by my jealousy. I do not always appear to like him. Oh, come on, if you are married you get that.

Fast forward to later that afternoon. The doorbell rang and I sent my son upstairs to answer it. He came downstairs with the above card in his hand and asked who Jill Knight was. Me, “You mean Janie Knight”. Danny, “Nope, Jill Knight. She just sent Daddy flowers.”

No joke. And they were quite nice. Not sure what was funnier; the flowers or the fact that he got her name wrong! The tough part is that he told the whole story to the florist who found it quite funny. Now I need to find a new florist!

Never a dull moment in this house. 

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