Mom Shorts

I came home from work, and started [good-naturedly] teasing Miss C about her booty shorts, and fashion, and summer style. Lola chimed in, and before I knew it, the gauntlet was thrown, and an ultimatum was given … if Mom can fit into said booty shorts, they become Mom Shorts, and therefore lose all trendiness, and can no longer be worn by teenagers, even in a heat wave.

To everyone‘s surprise — and I do mean EVERYONE — I now own a ”new“ pair of Mom Shorts.

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Mama Didn’t Raise No Dummy

I decided to break from routine and go for a bike ride this evening. I mean, I run these hills all the time … how hard could it be on a bike pulling a 25-lb toddler in a trailer?! 

I guess a silver lining is that Junior couldn’t hear the string of expletives I unfurled up that first hill right out of our neighborhood.

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First Day Out

My first adventure out of the house! I figured the supermarket would be easy enough. I WAS WRONG! It‘s Easter weekend, and today is the only day the shops are open. Zee Germans are packed in here, moving with a speed and aggression I haven’t seen since the last 10 minutes of “Supermarket Sweep.”

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Noted

They weren’t expecting me when I showed up to work for them last May. I found myself in an office full of retired and active-duty military pilots and strategists, all men, none of them communications experts, but they were somehow responsible for implementing the commander‘s vision for a strategic communications team … and I was put there to help them.

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Whoops

11:14 a.m. – The snow is melting, and the roads and sidewalks are mostly clear. I‘m here sipping my coffee this morning, and furiously debating with myself: should I go for a run? It‘s still so cold. But a run will be good. But I will probably find ALL the black ice. But … you need a run, Julie. Just go and do it. But … it‘s winter …

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No Good Shepherd

Afghanistan. August 2007.

Question 1208: What movie or book ending really left you hanging to the point of anger?

Spoiler alert: if you haven’t seen that Matt Damon and Angelina Jolie movie, and you still want to, then don’t read …

We were in Mehtar Lam, Afghanistan, our fifth location in less than four weeks. It was August, and everything was hot and dusty as we schlepped all our gear, weapons, and armour from place to place, documenting Airmen as they went on convoys, destroyed weapons caches, and trained the Afghan police force.

I was sleeping in a room designated for distinguished visitors, since I obviously couldn’t sleep with my two male teammates in their room. The room had a bunkbed, a wardrobe without a door, and bars over the tiny window in the corner near the ceiling. Compared to a tent, it was nice.

But it sucked.

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Real Life Cartoon

Sunday morning cartoons with the boys, laughing my ass off during the “Fun Run” episode of Peppa Pig. Daddy Pig trying to raise money for the school” … story of my life every time I got involved.

The nuggets they throw in there for us parents…THEE best. Caillou never did that!