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Yes, I’m not going to pay $25 for two Panera Salads for lunch for someone I don’t like!
She slammed a door in my face!
Mary, my best friend.
I just couldn’t believe it – I froze. I don’t know if the source of our toddlers’ fight was my son or her daughter. Whatever. That was bullshit.
For the record, no friend has ever slammed a door in my face.
seriously, i made 3 new year’s resolutions to be a better friend. see what – or who – knocks on heidi’s door next!How is 2021 going to be better? With a Pocket Full of Sanity, of course. by Heidi Esther
The year stretches gloriously ahead, beckoning you to think about what to make of 2021. Like a stretch of untouched snow begging you to romp and sled and make snow angels.
Oh! I just love fresh snow. I wonder what heidi esther got for me this time!Barbara: We’re going to the castle in the clouds.
The next 20 seconds is lovely. Our boat docks.
Barbara carries me and the egg over to…a plank??
Gaming Series 1/2: What happened when I tried playing Roblox, Gaming Series 2/2: What is the internet teaching my daughter?
Barbara and I go through the Roblox “stylizing” process once more (I don’t change a thing) and are dropped in a cartoon town at wintertime. Even when I fall in the lake, I still skate like Snoopy. Brilliant.
An egg starts following me around.
Me: Barbara, there’s an egg creepin’ on me…
I thought this game was about pets?? Maybe it’s about reptiles! Read on to see the hatch!Or, as Dr. Seuss more-eloquently said, “Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive that is youer than you.”
It is four days after the winter solstice. The sun graces our northern hemisphere a couple more minutes each day. Bringing gifts of awakening and light. And the promise of vaccines bringing the gift of life at the end of this horrific pandemic tunnel, too.
And it’s Christmas!
What kind of gift is an ancient one??? Sounds interesting! read on!Are we raising children who are too lazy to virtually work for virtual money? I don’t like my survivability prospects.
Gaming Series 1/2: What happened when I tried playing Roblox, Gaming Series 2/2: What is the internet teaching my daughter?
In sweet memory of childhood Christmas breaks filled with my brothers and I playing video games.
Me: Okay, Barbara, I’m ready if you are.
Barbara in her thermals, and I in my fleece nightgown settled down for a long winter’s nap fun winter’s break.
Not in a box. Not with a fox. Not in a car. Not in a bar. Not here OR there.
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My face turned hot. My lips pursed. My stomach lurched. I quickly grabbed my fork and knife and concentrated on cutting my pizza into toddler squares. Still listening to Betsy.
Betsy: A woman I’ve known for a year. How could I not see? Was I, now, my own social media filter? Has she been presenting facts that I, simply, could not, would not – recognize?
what’s so different about betsy? And why is heidi freaking out about it? read more!Country Club Series 1/2: It’s the Most Aunt-Flo-der-ful, Country Club Series 2/2: Aunt Flo Strikes Back
I’m sure it’s sweat. It’s after dark and still in the 90s.
I scan the landscape. For the darkest path. In case Aunt Flo decided not to leave. Bee-atch.
Okay, can’t walk-run to my car. My purse is in the office. Breathe. My next steps:
I’m sure I’m fine.
is she fine? OMG, I can’t even watch. Why didn’t she double up, dear god, why???Country Club Series 1/2: It’s the Most Aunt-Flo-der-ful, Country Club Series 2/2: Aunt Flo Strikes Back
Two giant tents – filled with properly-placed napkins and gourmet picnic food on silver chafing dishes. A live pop cover band tests their equipment, which means you don’t have to bring your 9-iron today. Or plaid pants. Unless you really want to.
can you smell the cut grass and the grill? Read more to hear about “the wrinkle”We are, though we may not always show it, grateful for all you give us. For all you bless us to live with and love. For all you give us to eat that nourishes our souls, today and forward. Thank you.
I woke, laden and remorseful. For the immense suffering that it took to make my plate possible:
how long is this grace? about 4 min 🙂 read on, woken soul!I woke up,
mornings.
My sky,
blinding aura.
My head as
icepicks hammering.
Sweat,
frozen feet
as a limp doll
on the bathroom floor,
penance for
obeying the
God of
Endless
Doing.
Insides,
blindly following.
What have I done?
I've given myself
a chance
at perfect.
For that
painful respite,
I am grateful.
Is this like when people make lemonade from lemons? Yes, and lemonade from sugar, too. BOOM! Read on! 