Category Archives: The Fam

23 and…

I just packaged up my 23andMe saliva collection sample!

It was SO GROSS.

Damn!!!

Unfortunately, I have a true aversion to human saliva. Sorry, but – I cannot spit (I can’t even let other people drink out of my glass – not even Trent). I literally thought I would DIE before I could muster enough spit to fill the (tiny) test tube.

BUT I GOT THROUGH IT. F#@%ing phew.

And now I get to find out “what I am”. 🙂 Continue reading

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39 in Practice

Last week (and in most recent weeks, really), I spent a lot of time ruminating on what it means to now be 39 years old.

This past weekend – the end of Week 1 of 39 – I was in Detroit with my family. I tried to keep my father’s words of wisdom, about how “getting old is the plan”, present as I went to Anna’s 40th birthday party, and as my mom brought lots of friends and family around all weekend to keep my spirits high. She threw me yet another little belated birthday party, we had a little family get-together for an early Father’s Day, yada yada…

And it felt good, honestly. Especially as I spent precious time with this guy:

Grandpa with his father’s day “Sam”mich.

He is certainly fulfilling “the plan.”  Continue reading

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Memorial Bay v.2

Happy holiday weekend!

Our 2016 Memorial Day weekend itinerary was such a success, we made good on our promise to repeat it this year: Continue reading

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First Days

Today was Trent’s first day at his big NEW JOB.

The last time he changed jobs, I took this adorable picture of him…

Backpack strapped on, all ready to go to work in the morning. Full of excitement. He looked so much like a smiling school boy – it was almost too much for my heart. For a second there, I could almost identify with “parents”…

Anyway, I had to do it again this year, four years later… Continue reading

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Forgotten

I’m so proud of my husband.

He managed to do the one thing that could honestly make our shitty winter of catastrophe manage to look negligible to the tune of George W.’s presidential legacy in the era of Donald Trump.

He got a new job: a dream job. And not only that, he ruthlessly negotiated his way to a huge pay increase, along with a benefits package and PTO time to make you weep (you, not me – I still have unlimited time off, but at least my husband can come on vacation with me now).

All while dealing with a ton of his own drama, like having a broken arm and being in a shoulder-high cast, and having a family that tortures him (more on that later – maybe…).

He is my hero. A true saint of a man. He may not have been able to help out with all the catastrophe physically these last couple months, but he’s just done more for our future than I ever could have asked for, and our past –

– is forgotten.

I swear, I’m not gonna talk about it ANY MORE. It’s all fixed, and paid for, and all there is to do now is get ready for a great summer and love the shit out of my amazing husband.

SuperHubs!!!

(he is still on tap for spring yard work, though – there’s no getting out of that…)

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