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This is a post about being a mom.

There are a a few new things that I  have discovered  as a mom that make me happy. One, the 24 hour yoga pant, Two. The Middle. A show that has been on for years, but for the past few months I've had the pleasure of being in a room with Grace on Wednesdays awaiting Modern Family and cooking dinner, and I find myself wearing my 24 hour yoga pants and laughing my HEAD off. Grace never laughs as loud as me. I'm in constant laughter, like more than Modern Family, and you know that show is hilarious. I'm mainly laughing at the mom. And Sue.  Does anyone else laugh at The Middle? I find it as funny as David Sedaris apparently, I'm ready to marry it, I love it so much. The third thing I'm discovering is that I love to eat chips. Chips are my downfall. Popcorn counts as chips for me, pita chips, tortilla chips, sun chips.. any kind of chips. After walking around with four full length mirrors three days a week these days, I will know longer be eating those.  And being a mom...

Johnny Carson and the Basilica of the Assumption: Ramblings from a weepy middle aged mom.

I was up late the other night working and saw a Johnny Carson documentary on Netflix and decided to watch it. It was really good. All the great comedians were on talking about Carson and what a difference he made in their lives. Drew Carey cried, Ellen got a little weepy too, talking about how Johnny called her over to the couch after her stand up. Remember how he did that at the end if you were really good.. Joan Rivers talked about how cut throat and intense he was. It was just a really good documentary, and halfway through I started to cry a little, and then by the end a little harder..I went upstairs, got in bed and said to Shawn "I watched a Johnny Carson documentary and I'm upset." "Why" he says "because he was got married twelve times, because he was an alcoholic or because he's dead." "I'm not sure, I say.." then break into the ugly cry. Sob is more like it. I don't know why I was crying. Was it from nostalgia? Was it bec...