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Go Back Upstairs

Posted on June 30, 2007

Dating is different now. I don’t mean dating for singles, I mean us, moms and dads. Finding a sitter, putting together meals and snacks, setting out the diapers, wipes, pjs and back up outfits. It’s really kind of exhausting, and that doesn’t even begin to cover getting myself ready. Last night I was trying to do just that. I’d had what could be described as a magnificently bad afternoon and I was finding very little joy in anything. It was sticky and hot, my legs, which had felt sleek and gorgeous earlier, now seemed like a wide expanse of prickly, pasty unsaleable land. My hair was brassy, lank and framed my face in a kind of unflattering rectangular helmet horror sort of way. I…

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Dinner by Chef Kid

Posted on June 30, 2007

Mama, sit down and don’t worry about dinner. I’llmake you a dish. Mommy, what’s this cheese called? American? O.k.first we’re going to break this up into little pieces. Visiting grandfather beats hasty retreatto his car. Now we need pepperoni, also broken up into littlepieces. Now some peanut butter and top it off with cutbananas! Mom, doesn’t this look dee-lish? Mom? Why are you pouring so much wine in your glass? Allison is not a cook and her children’s “cooking” areeither the mark of incredible creativity or adesperate attempt to make a feast. The three futureJulia Childs are nearly 7-year-old twin boys and athree-year-old girl. Allison is usually winking overat Soccer Mom In Denial , and that iswhere you can find the lovely Amanda. Do…

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I did, do and always will.

Posted on June 28, 2007

Four years ago today I stood before a group of friends and family and became Amanda Magee. I remember looking at you as the minister spoke, your skin sparkled under the hot July sun and you squeezed my hands. Your lips, wide in a brilliant smile, trembled ever so slightly, and it made me swoon. The crowd slipped away as I lifted my hand and caresssed your face, catching shimmering drops of sweat from your brow. I smiled remembering that first summer, and the sweaty kisses. Holding me close, eyes dancing, you’d lick your lips and growl in a sexy voice, “Salty dawg,” sending chills of delight through my whole body. I felt that same rush standing there at the altar four years ago.…

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Butterflies and Sparks

Posted on June 28, 2007

Eight years ago you we sat together in a field. I told you I wasn’t looking to make new friends. You told me you weren’t looking to get married.Four years ago we stood beneath a canopy of evergreens.Best friends saying “I do.” Today we are Mom and DadHusband and WifeThe Best of Friends I knew long before I could say it, that you were it for me. Happy anniversary.

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In a Word

Posted on June 27, 2007

I’ve been tagged for a one word meme. I’ll try to refrain from simply hyphenating entire sentences to get around my inability to practice the undervalued art of brevity. Know who does brevity brilliantly? Maggie. She humbles me. I visit her blog like some people do fine boutiques, caressing the different fabrics, savoring the textures and weights, inhaling the essence of irrefutable betterness. She is mighty indeed. But back to the one word meme. 1. Where is your cell phone? Charging 2. Relationship? Worthy 3. Your hair? Blighted 4. Work? Incessantly 5. Your sister? Missed 6. Your favorite thing? Writing 7. Your dream last night? Sleep? 8. Your favorite drink? Coffee 9. Your dream car? Clean 10. The room you’re in? Square 11. Your…

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