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Posts Tagged ‘life is fragile’

A Vacation Fit for a Mompreneur

Monday, August 8th, 2011

Happy Monday ladies! I’m baaaack!

I’m sorry that I hardly checked in over the past couple of weeks, but my vacation ended up becoming a bit chaotic at times, and so when there was downtime, I sat on my ass and watched my boys laugh and sing. Laugh and sing.

I closed up shop on Wednesday, July 20th, hoping to sneak in 2 1/2 weeks of vacation (instead of 2), but as John Lennon said it best, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” So, after I declared vacation, I ended up shooting a pilot for a TV show and delaying my vacation a few days. I don’t want to breathe too much life into it right now, as it’s in the infancy stage, and it’s far from in the bag, but it would be a dream job and I will keep you posted as I move through the motions.

Here are some pics from the shoot.

Finding the right shoes for this sexy Cavalli dress

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How Fragile Life Truly Is

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

Hi Ladies.

I had a few things I wanted to cover today, so this one will be a bit of a mixed bowl.

I firstly want to thank WordPress (www.wordpress.com) for choosing yesterday’s blog on GUILT as one of the featured articles of the day. It brought me insane amounts of traffic, and I was excited beyond belief. One of my Facebook friends wrote, “If you build it, They will come.” This made me teary. I write from my heart, day after day, and I visualize a whole bunch of us women sitting in a room together just discussing the issues. I feel connected. I do.

I also wanted to share what happened Monday evening. It will have a point at the end. It’s not just all drama, so stay with me…

Monday evening, my entire family was over for dinner. We were eating, talking, enjoying. My two boys were running wild in the living room, as they always do. Next thing I know, someone is crying. Hello!!! This happens five times a day! But this time was different. I picked up my two year old to comfort him, and next thing I know,  his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he was turning blue, and he was lifeless in my arms. In fact, he then slid right out of my arms directly onto my hard wood floor, as I wasn’t expecting to receive his body in this nature. I picked him up off the floor but he was dead weight, and not moving.

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