Jordana's Blog: Spring Projects
We are doing some major landscape projects this spring and I have been counting the seconds until we can start.
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We are doing some major landscape projects this spring and I have been counting the seconds until we can start.
Everyday -- OK, nearly everyday, at least on the days I forget to close every door in the house -- I come home to a mess!
At this gathering of 8-year-old girls, the girls actually discussed the book. It was adorable and amazing to see them analyze the 76 pages of Stephen Manes 'Be A Perfect Person In Just Three Days!'
Do you dance at work? You should. Yes, you will look foolish, maybe on the edge of inappropriate, but you and anyone who sees you will smile.
One of the guests on my show last night was Nancy Jo Sales, she is the author of "American Girls: Social Media and the Secret Lives of Teenagers." It was chilling.
My son's hero is Stephen Curry. I understand he is a basketball god, but I warned my 10-year-old about looking up to sports figures.
My youngest, Ruby, and I went to the Mummy Exhibit at the Science Museum this weekend. It was good; real mummies, interesting explanations, gross looking bones -- the exhibit had everything.
Dolce was handsome husband's dog but he's part of our family now. He's a King Charles Spaniel.
"Mom, can we use the oven?" That was the last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep Sunday afternoon. I'm pretty sure I didn't answer because the answer would have been, "No."
I love my children, I love my husband, I love being alone. All of those things are coming together for the perfect weekend of solitude. My children are with their dad, my handsome husband is away on a business trip and I have nothing to do except do nothing.
I am afraid of the IRS. It's irrational as I always file early and usually get a refund. But I get that knot in my stomach every year thinking about what could go wrong this time.
I know it's absolutely insane that I keep a toy in the house that may (or may not) spontaneously combust at any time. I've wrestled with this. But the kids made a compelling case.
Have you ever gotten sucked in to buying one of those As-Seen-On-TV products? Maybe you resisted the late night ad but then you saw it at Walgreens for only $9.99 you caved. Guilty.
Are you working on your pitch? You know, the one you'll repeat at every holiday gathering in the next few weeks. It'll sound like an elevator pitch at your company party, it'll sound like a sales pitch at your friend's company party, and it'll sound like a defense argument at your family holiday party.
Late Friday evening looked post-apocalyptic in the metro. Severe weather (what some call the worst storm they've ever seen here) had taken its toll. I had spent the last two hours on the air with you, meteorologist Mike Lynch, Edgar Linares, Jonathan Lowe, Daphne Adato, Roshini Rajkumar, and one of our WCCO sales guys Hutch, giving storm warnings, watches, updates and damage reports.
My favorite yoga class was canceled a few weeks ago, so after boycotting the new class that replaced it for a while, (my silent protest that hurt no one but me) I decided it was time to try the new teacher. After all, it wasn't his fault the other class was canceled.
Nearly two years ago a very well-meaning friend sent me a book called 'Divorce is a Mitzvah." I threw it in a closet ... too soon. Two years later, I still haven't read it, because now I don't need to. Is it too soon for me to write all the good things about my divorce?
I received a beautiful gift today. It's a necklace, handcrafted, to protect me. It was given to my by a massage therapist, Aisha. I've written about her before, she's a great therapist and very intuitive about body energy. She knows mine. The necklace she gave me featured the stones Tiger's Eye and onyx and it was wrapped in copper. It's beautiful, but art is not its mission.
I had two extraordinary meetings with amazing women this week.
My Grammy is 93. She's sharp as a tack, lives independently in Florida, still drives and wears as much bling as my 9-year-old. I saw her this week for Passover and my dad's 70th birthday party.
When did I get to be the grownup? Some of the things that come out of my mouth have made me pause and look around for who actually said that. This happened the other day in the car. In the car that wasn't totaled.
Crazy title I know, because when my kids were little and I was doing ECFE some mom's would wax poetic about how much they were learning from their infant and how they were growing as a person now that they were a mother.
Words are powerful and when they are used for good, spoken with love, they can create moments and feelings you never forget.
A visit from the parents is always an adventure. You never know if there will be a blowout fight, some passive aggressive verbal slights or just typical disdainful judgments about who you're sleeping with or how you parent.
I had a sister once. (I still do have one blood relative sister, she's amazing, alive and well in Long Island, love you Deb.) This sister was not blood, but we shared a brain and a heart.
