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Go your own way

When I told people I was headed to Spain, they all said it’s so hot there. Hot? They don’t know hot. It’s hot here, Spain was not hot by stretch compared to New Orleans. When I told friends we were going to Spain for vacation with Tin, those with kids said you’re crazy. Tin was a perfect trooper and enjoyed the vacation immensely. When I mentioned to some that we would take a three day…

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Back asswards

In life first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby carriage and all of that jazz but the problem is that the timing is all wrong. First you need to go out and see the world and meanwhile for a woman her biological clock is ticking like a time bomb because she should have that baby by 30 to 35. Next until you are in your 40s or 50s can you truly appreciate…

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Mark my words

Within the next five years bans on same-sex marriages will be unconstitutional – look out wedding planners. Breaking News Alert The New York Times Wed, August 04, 2010 — 4:54 PM ET —– California Gay Marriage Ban Overturned A federal judge Wednesday struck down a California ban on same-sex marriages as unconstitutional, according to reports. The ruling by Judge Vaughn R. Walker of Federal District Court in San Francisco represents an important victory for gay rights advocates in…

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The Dalai Lama (aka Tin)

My neighbor just told me that she came by this morning for a package and Tin squealed when he saw her and gave her a kiss. It was her day. All throughout Spain everyone kept vying for Tin’s attention and when he would deem to give it to one, we’d say it was her day or his day. I’ve compared traveling with him to escorting the Dalai Lama around, but that is what it felt…

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BREACH [five years later]

Breach [Origin: bef 1000; ME breche, OE broec breaking] Like a mouth packed shut, the levee wants to open   the act or a result of breaking; break or rupture it desires the water’s fluorescence, the water’s depth, the water’s dirt     an infraction and so the water, no pale lace collar fashioned of delicate mud, no mistress of careful spilling, the water in a storm surge cracks the floodwall apart    gap made in a wall, fortification,…

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Don’t monkey around with Gibraltar

I’ve always had a romantic notion about the rock called Gibraltar because my second husband proposed that we marry there since we wanted to do it in Spain but Spanish bureaucracy made that near impossible. We took an excursion out to the rock while in Zahara de los Atunes – five cars of Spaniards – what a trip! We stopped at this restaurant to have a typical Catalunian or Andalusian breakfast (it was highly debatable…

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Good girl, bad mother

Tin’s little friend who is months older than him used to come over and hit him with such force it would knock him down. We were shocked. Now Tin has started. It comes from frustration and usually he hits me because he is in the Ergobaby and very tired and he is trying to fall asleep and wants to be in his bed not in a pouch. He reaches up and starts striking my face…

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C’est la vie

I spent well over two weeks not thinking about the oil spill in the Gulf. I had left with all the hurricane preparedness I could muster from afar and decided to leave fate to the wind. Arriving home, I’ve noticed a dearth of headlines on the oil spill – almost subdued news. So I dug to find out what is up. I checked my friend’s blog in Florida who is documenting goings on for posterity…

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There’s no place like …

Loca, Heidi and I went for our early walk this morning – a routine that has fallen so far from routine with our travels abroad that it felt like a novelty. The bayou was still black water. We got to the park and the grass had all been newly mown and smelled fresh as a clover patch. The lagoon was still black water. On the banks was a Great Blue Heron and beside it a…

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Going all the way

I finally made it to yoga and my body was screaming for the neglect and abuse I have put it through over the last few weeks. But also my mind was screaming for some sorting out of things as well. The theme – moderation. Which is not as down pat as it sounds. See moderation, finding your balance, desiring a center, usually comes from pushing the envelope too far. On vacation it was empty thoughts,…

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