Peaflock
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Needing Company in Any Form
When I’m home, Precious (aka Fresh-ness or The Yack Star) is now rarely far from either myself or the RTR. And if neither of us is available, the doggo seems to do. She’s not howling as much as she was… Continue reading
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Horoscopes and Fairy Godmothers
When I actually think to read my horror-scope, I like to read it at the end of the day. Somehow, it’s all so much more mysterious when given the day’s events, I’m able to analyze the extent to which the… Continue reading
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Not much going on.
Okay. Go ahead and pick yourself off the floor. I know it’s warranted, but the drama doesn’t match your shirt today. You looked at your shirt, didn’t you? No? Well if you had, it would have been beyond hilarious, and… Continue reading
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Wild Mustard & Spanish Tests
Ahhh…the delightfulness of a Friday yawning ahead of me with nary a plan in sight. My favorite sort of day. I should have known that it might not be so when I forced myself to get up at a minute… Continue reading
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Lavender and peace of mind
I’ve been thinking about my mom quite a bit lately. It isn’t that I don’t think of her, because she’s always in my mind at one point or another in a days’ time for any number of reasons. When I… Continue reading
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Spring Break, The Fed, & Bracketology
It’s Spring Break here. That means that at least in Paradise, the clear blue sky and brilliant sunshine will coax you outside after you’ve donned your tee-shirt and shorts only to find that the air is less than warm. Chilly,… Continue reading
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Wednesday Wordlessness. Finally.
My year in Foh-Toz. Five words. Not bad. Okay so now 12. And just to confirm that I am so not wired to be wordless, I began this post some time on Wednesday, of course, and here it is Friday… Continue reading
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Choices & Consequences: Dubious at Best
Looky, Mom! I got an A on my report card! Your Vocabulary Score: A- Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary!You must be quite an erudite person. How’s Your Vocabulary? And the RTR does fairly well in that area also, but suffice… Continue reading
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Where Do the Years Go?
Twenty-nine years and about two hours ago, I gave birth to my oldest after nine hours of labor with absolutely no meds. I was 22 years old. What did I know? But this isn’t about me. It’s about him. Although… Continue reading
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Poignant homecoming
I know I said I wouldn’t be here for a bit, but one of the main reasons I keep this little place in the giant scheme of things is to mark the passing of time and the aspects of life… Continue reading