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How Dave Wadapadatuckachuck Got His Name

June 13, 2016

How Dave Wadapadatuckachuck Got His Name | MothersCircle.netHere’s the story of Dave Wadapadatuckachuck. He joined our family about four years ago.

One night at the dinner table, Anna, I think she was about eight, asked about changing names when you get married. We told her she doesn’t have to but can change her name if she wants, and in one joking invention, I blurted out, “Like if you marry Dave Wadapadatuckachuck, you’d probably want to keep DeCesare.” We all burst out laughing and since then, Dave has been hanging around.

Once, the kids joined a building contest at a science workshop and they were “Team Wadapadatuckachuck,” that poor leader struggled when he had to announce their name. Then there was the time when, in some other dinner table discussion years later, I mistakenly threw out Dave’s name but associated him with Ali instead of Anna. With perfect comedic timing, Anna turned to Ali and with feigned indignation said, “You stole my man!” Talk about a fall out of your chair moment!

Six Months – A Love Story

July 16, 2015

On our 21st anniversary, I am sharing our love story. All these years later, we still love to tell this story to willing listeners in our own “Harry Met Sally” story-style.
Names have been changed to conceal identities.

LEAH

Six Months - A Love Story | MothersCircle.net“Honey, you never know, you could meet someone and be engaged in six months,” my mother tried to reassure me with the fantasy scenario. At 23 years old, I wondered how supportive my parents would be if that really happened, but I knew she was just relieved that Dave was no longer a husband-possibility.
If I were being honest, I was relieved, too. We had held on to the summer relationship only because we both moved to New York City that September. I had let myself swirl into a beachside romance. I betrayed myself to be with him. The breakup was right, I knew, but it felt like a failure and it still made my heart hurt.

Alone in my new room, leaning against the boxes and wiping at my tears with wet fistfuls of tissues, I hoped neither of my roommates were home. No one wants to live with a sobbing girl bringing in drama the first week, especially not two guys. I peeked out my door, sliding my arm across my eyes as if that would conceal the swelling and redness. The living room was empty and the apartment was quiet except for the distant car horns and city drone from fourteen floors below.

Meandering through the empty apartment, I sought clues about the two men I had just agreed to move in with. I examined the posters in the living room, the titles of the books, the few framed photographs. There were photos of my new roommate, Nick, smiling with a long-haired brunette and a picture of the couple among friends with Tim, my other roommate, towering in the background.

How odd it felt to be living with strangers. Yet it was intriguing, too, the idea of flipping things upside down, of moving in together before knowing one another.

Why You Should Fart in Front of Your Husband

August 26, 2014

  Why you should fart in front of your husband, farting in marriage, farting in relationships, passing gas, flatulence in marriageYup, I did it. I wrote about farting.

I think you’ll enjoy this post on FamilyShare about Why You Should Fart in Front of Your Husband. (They’ve changed the title, but I’m sticking to my original headline!)

Even if you don’t agree with me, I think you’ll get a laugh. (Tell me farting isn’t funny!)

Clearly a popular topic, it was posted yesterday at 3:00 pm EST and by midnight it already had over 32,000 views. This morning it’s pushing 60,000 views as I post this.

I would love to hear your comments and stories once you’ve read it! Comment here or on FamilyShare.com, I’ll see them!

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