From Stage Dives to Station Wagons: How to make an old punk cry

From Stage Dives to Station Wagons

Monday, October 8, 2007

How to make an old punk cry

I just ordered Big Dog his first pair of Docs. I can't wait to see my little guy in his brand new gibsons. I'm getting weepy just thinking about it.

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followthatdog: In April of 2005, my husband and I packed up our two dogs and toddler and moved to Seattle from the San Francisco Bay area. Shortly after our move, I became pregnant with our second child. As exciting as this was, it definitely put a cramp in my ability to explore our new home town. I'm still working hard at adjusting to the new digs. As a working mom to two small boys, I manage to keep pretty busy. Between business meetings, play dates and pediatrician appointments, there isn't much time left for personal pursuits. But that is a trade off I am willing to make. I'll find time for myself when the boys are old enough to borrow the car, right? And as though that isn't enough, when we moved we bought our first house, a major fixer upper. Yeah, we wanted the "this Old House" experience, but little did I realize that it would lead to such great experiences, like the sudden loss of running water from a broken water main, or a leaky sewer pipe that kept the toilet off limits for days. All I can say is that life sure is interesting!

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