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Editor’s note: This is the first in a two-part series on the history of Mountain Park Ranch. Part two will appear in Sunday’s AFN.
As a life-long procrastinator, it’s no surprise that I waited until I was 52 to have my first mid-life crisis.
I have Olympic fever, I love the Winter Olympics and so far in the first week, I haven’t been disappointed. Since my dream of participating in the Olympics was nothing more than a pipe dream, I’ve decided to create my own. I’ve watched many Olympians that thank their mom (and dads) for all the support over the years to help them win a medal. Why should the kids have all the fun, why not have our own Olympics or “Mom Olympics.” We don’t need to worry about a winter or summer season since being a Mom Olympian is a year-round pursuit.
As I write this, it’s Sunday night. The last time I got up from the couch it was daylight out, but I’m reasonably sure that I was navigating with yesterday’s daylight.
It’s not often that I can say First Lady Michelle Obama and I run in the same circles, but this is OUR year! You may have noticed that recently, the First Lady celebrated her 50th birthday; she is a fellow 1964 birthday. Yes, I am admitting it, this year I will also be celebrating my 50th birthday — although a few months away yet.
It was years ago that I packed up my daughters to see the Arizona Diamondbacks play. And because I am naturally curious, I decided to learn something with this trip:
The last time we saw Mom, Interrupted she was recklessly enjoying Phoenix’s decadently warm weather at the expense of her friends and colleagues in colder climes. As it turned out, that may not have been wise…
The chapter of 2013 is closed, and by the time this ‘Tukee Talk is published 2014 will be 10 days old, meaning many are still trying to stick to their New Year’s resolutions.
The state bird of Arizona is a sweet little fowl called the cactus wren. We also have a state gemstone (turquoise), a state reptile (ridgenose rattlesnake), and I’m willing to bet we even have a state predatory arthropod, which would be that scorpion I killed under the Christmas tree yesterday.
Denial’s worked pretty well for me so far. But as I type with trembling fingers, reality is seeping in. Just after Christmas, my family is moving. To Seattle. I know. From sunshine to rain. But then, change is as inevitable as the lights that twinkle along Chandler Boulevard during the holidays each year. And so, I have to embrace one more in a long lifetime of transitions.
WARNING: Don’t leave this lying about for unattended children to read. Management is not responsible for dashed illusions, broken dreams, or crushed hopes.
There was a disc jockey, a pig, and not nearly enough blankets to combat the cold.
It is only a few short weeks until Christmas and as I ponder about how to make this year’s event merry and bright, I thought I would share my ideas with you.
Every so often some researcher whips out his calculator and estimates how much it takes to raise a child today. I suspect that this exercise is some sort of subtle pressure from the government to cut down on overpopulation, because the Department of Agriculture says it costs a libido-crushing $241,080 to raise each of our Special Snowflakes to age 18.
Have you ever walked through a season in your life you thought might break you? I’m not talking about the everyday stuff. We’re each going to wrestle with our share of broken air conditioners in July, cranky bosses, and family feuds. I’m talking about soul crushing, heart wrenching times when getting through the days takes a herculean effort. When you can’t lift yourself out of the pit despite all of your coping resources – faith, friends, family, chocolate ice cream. And wine, in the name of truth telling.
Well ... that was graceful.
I am a child of the late 1970s — early ’80s — it was a great time to be a kid. Times have changed so much and I am reminded daily of the things my boys will never know or experience.
Every year the people of Ahwatukee have a great opportunity to vote for the Best Of Ahwatukee hosted by The Ahwatukee Foothills News.
Mariah Kang is a big fat bully.