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  • By the Numbers

    In the month of November: 2.03 – average number events on my calendar each day, excluding the Thanksgiving holiday weekend 22 – breakfast, lunch, happy hour or dinner meetings 1 – holiday 2 – trips out of town 3 – states we’ll be in 1 – weekend we’ve been able to go to church 1 […]

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  • I Love Social Media

    Once upon a time, I resisted Facebook. Now I love it. I hated Twitter. Now it’s fantastic. I thought Tungle was a tangle to say. Now I’ve learned it saves approximately 22 emails. I love social media. I shared this chart – where else? – on my Facebook last week. I think it deserves to […]

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  • No Complaining Allowed

    This weekend, The Boy and I took advantage of early voting and cast our ballots for the last election of 2011. We didn’t have any candidates on the ballot, but we had ten (count ’em: 10) constitutional amendments to consider. That means we’ve voted in every election this year and have not only made our […]

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  • Pole Sana

    Pole sana = “Sorry” or “Very Sorry” in Swahili Pole sana for the lack-of-blogging. It’s not that the Hayleys haven’t had anything to share daily…it’s that there’s been no time in the daily for a Hayley to share. This is a week where The Hayleys honestly don’t know if they are coming or if they are […]

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  • Etiquette

    I am a fan of thank you notes. I write them all the time. And in the day of email overload, a handwritten note is (in my opinion) definitely the way to go. One of The Boy’s coworkers feels the same way: For giving directions on a shortcut to the bathrooms For patiently explaining a […]

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  • Maybe This is Key

    I am tired. Just dead tired. I told The Boy the other day that all I really want to do is take a nap…for the next three months. Then I read a fantastic article by Leo Babauta. In it he suggests that to battle laziness (which often stems from fatigue), that we do two things: […]

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  • Knowing You’re Liked

    As a teenager, at least around these parts, you know you’re liked when your house gets TP’d. But what about when you’re a grown-up? You know you’re liked when you arrive at the office and your work space has been Beanie Babied. Not that it’s any surprise to me, but The Boy is most definitely liked.