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Three Things Thursday

1)  I took my Chickadee and a friend to the Carousel mall today to spend some of her hard-earned babysitting money.  One good thing about her wanting to shop alone with her buddy was that she didn't ask me to buy her one.single.thing!  Well, except lunch--that was only because I told her she was paying for her own if we didn't eat together ;)

2)  I skipped running for the 2nd day in row - partly because of time constraints (the mall was out of town) and partly because I am still nursing a stiff neck/back since my 5-miler.  Tomorrow I'm running regardless, so hopefully it will work itself out before then.

3)  "You have been entrusted with an incredible pain"...MaryBeth Chapman in Choosing to See.  I sat in Borders book store for about an hour and read several chapters of this book while Chickadee was shopping with her pal. I was embarrassed when I started laughing out loud and then had to hunker down when I started to bawl...definitely one of the best books I've read in a long, long time.  I will always think of my life hurts in a different light after reading about her experiences.  She's a lot like me.

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Unknown said…
Just catching up with bloglines and it was so nice to see your last two updates over here!

Glad you're enjoying that mom and daughter time. I can't get over how how fast the time and years have gone. It seems just yesterday she was just a little girl.

I'll have to check into that book sometime.

Take care and say hello to everyone for us.
9/17/2010 10:56 PM
Tina @GottaRunNow said…
Glad you mentioned the book - I didn't even know she wrote one. Thanks!
9/21/2010 10:06 AM
Heather said…
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2/06/2012 4:40 PM
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