Monthly Archives: August 2012

My Little Tiger Woods

Only a 7-year-old would insist that gymnastics are an integral part of miniature golf.

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Busted By A 7-Year-Old DEA Agent Wannabe

I have to hand it to the Columbian drug cartel.  They can miraculously transport thousands of kilos of cocaine into the United States, maneuvering it past customs and tight airport security; whereas, I can’t even sneak a measly bag of broken toys out of my apartment without arousing the suspicion of a 7 year old.

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Wordless Wednesday

Montauk Lighthouse

Pedal Power: Brooklyn On Bike

The sun has just come up in Brooklyn as I attempt to dodge another patch of glass on my bike.

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Wordless Wednesday

West Side Bike Path

Rude Awaking

Scanning over my posts from the last year, two thoughts crossed my mind:  I pity anyone who gets seated next to me at a dinner party.  More so, I pray my daughter never decides to start a blog about me.

My Expertise As A Mother

Some women are just natural mothers.  They’re great at making arts and crafts.  Can invent fun games to play.  Sew Halloween costumes.  I have yet to master a single one of these skills.

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