I got two busted tires today. At the same time.
Here’s how it went down. Returning from a trip to Tar-jhay with my 19-month-old. He’s hungry, he’s tired and I’m trying to get home as quickly as possible. I turn around to console him and…. WHAM! Curb. It was a big frickin’ curb, too. You should see the gaping holes in my front *AND* rear passenger-side tires. I think the rims might be damaged, as well.
So I called my husband and said I had good and bad news. The good news, you ask? We have insurance. TGIF.
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There aren’t many things that upset me more than seeing a child suffering. Last night, I met two special and very brave children who have been through more in the past few years than most people have to go through in a lifetime. Brianna Curry and Joe Joe Matuella and their mothers, Dawn and Suzanne were special guests at the American Cancer Society’s Orchid City Ball last night at Trump International. The entire room was in tears as Suzanne told the emotional story of her son’s battle with leukemia. He’s fought it twice so far and won. Joe Joe is 12. Brianna is only 8 years old and is fighting brain cancer.
At the end, auctioneer Neil Saffer led the crowd in a “ROCK call” – asking guests for donations to help send kids like Joe Joe and Brianna to a special ROCK (Reaching Out to Cancer Kids) camp. The children spend a week in Eustis, Florida riding horses, playing games, swimming, woodworking and just basically forgetting about their disease for a short time.
It was a generous audience. But St. Lucie County Sheriff Ken Mascara put everything into perspective when he stood up and asked guests to imagine what it would be like to have a child with cancer, then asked them to raise their hands and donate if their child did not have the disease. Nearly everyone raised their placard.Post Views: 850
I am obsessed with Wonder Woman.
As a child, if you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up — I would tell you Wonder Woman. I never missed an episode of the TV series with Linda Carter (I have the entire collection on DVD). And I used to lasso my younger brother in the back yard with my magic rope while dressed in a leotard, boots and tin foil wrapped around my wrist. Yes, I also had Wonder Woman underoos. But who didn’t?
When I was about 7 or 8, we had a fall festival at my small school and it included a costume contest. Guess what my costume was? It wasn’t very impressive. It was one of those plastic jumpsuit-looking things from Kmart that had the Wonder Woman look painted on the front. But I thought I was Wonder Woman! I was so excited for everyone to see me.
And then it happened. She showed up. I can’t even remember her name, but she was a year younger than me and she looked just like Linda Carter. Long, black hair. Perfect skin. And the costume? Her mom sewed her the exact replica of Wonder Woman’s outfit: the bustier, the starry bloomers, she even had the perfect boots. I couldn’t compete. I was devastated.
I’ll never forget that day when I realized I wasn’t Wonder Woman. It ranks up there as one of the most disappointing days of my life. But, as a mom, I realize it’s okay for your children to be disappointed. They need to learn that life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it. Sometimes there’s a better Wonder Woman out there.
But if you work hard and set your mind to it — you can have it one day. I’ll give you one guess about what’s hanging in my closet right now. The best damn Wonder Woman costume you’ve ever seen.Post Views: 676
For instance, I never buy peanut butter, but I know exactly what aisle the peanut butter is on in my Publix. I know 9 times out of 10, Delwanda will be icing a cake in the bakery section at my Publix. And I know that if I accidentally drop an entire glass jar of baby food at my Publix, the young man stocking shelves won’t make me feel like a complete idiot. (Yes, I’ve done that!)
The “Cheers” song should play when I walk into my Publix because everybody really does know my name. And it’s not because they know me from television. They know me from being there 5 days a week! I’m not one of those moms who is super-organized, so I’m constantly running in for one or two items. Yesterday, I just had to run in to get Minute Rice for my daughter’s lunchbox and also came home with a delicious chick pea salad, some tilapia and the latest on cashier, Erlande’s baby girl.
There are times when I’m closer to other Publix stores. But everytime I cheat on my Publix, I regret it. I can’t find the milk or the avocados at a new store, much less the peanut butter. I do always seem to be able to find the wine, though.
At my Publix, the older gentleman who bags my groceries may not be the fastest, but he knows how to bag. He is *very* careful with my eggs. And despite the Publix policy against tipping, I always give my bagger a couple of bucks when he helps me to my car.
My Publix is small. It doesn’t have the big, fancy deli or the large selection of Greenwise products. The produce section is crammed in the corner between the eggs and chips and very rarely are more than 3 checkout aisles operating at one time. But it’s my Publix and I’ll take it over the others anyday.Post Views: 659