It’s dark when the alarm goes off and my husband hits the snooze button to squeeze a few more precious minutes of sleep from his restless night. I lay there not quite wanting to open my eyes and tentatively move my sore limbs, regretting my decision to tear down a fence in the back only [...]
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Guitar The Resident Teen Rocker turned 16 while we were in Italy last month. Other than giving him a card that had our family’s required elements of butts, farting, or both, and singing Happy Birthday as horribly as we pridefully aim to, he didn’t have a candle to blow out. Now that I think of [...]
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Pelicans It’s the last day of school and because 99.9% of us have spent time in a seat in a classroom counting the days and minutes and seconds until we could say, “It’s the last day of school!” we know it’s a special day. And then there’s another portion of us who stood in that [...]
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Looky, Mom! I got an A on my report card! w00t! 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 it to say the school shenanigans have surfaced again. In other words, periods of [...]
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As Far As Today Has Gone… What was annoying? Getting up the second the alarm went off, getting ready for my first official day as a person who actually goes to work after a year (only part time) and is ten minutes late because of traffic. Three miles in twenty minutes is a problem. I [...]
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The sunset was interesting last night. The troops became even more restless. And according to the RT, gas alerts were also something to be concerned with. But not natural gas. Teenagers. Thirty-one words. Not bad for a nearly wordless Wednesday. Okay, so now 41. Um…
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Today, my horror-scope read, “Something may be important without having to be serious. Today, the roles whimsy, mischief and laughter play can’t be under-estimated. Something wonderful comes out of all your clowning around.” Oh. My. Permission to be a bad girl. But laughter play? Is that a thing one does? What does it look like? [...]
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