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Let me fill you bitches in on my life. Yeah, Zen, and the Dali Lama can kiss my pale, white, Irish, Texas ass!!  FML!! F. M. L. – Seriously!! So, it takes roughly 3 hours to make it from Galveston to San Antonio.  After 3 wrecks, one of which was a fatality (we close highways […]
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So, here we are, leaving Galveston Island State Park. I totally found my zen! We all slept so well last night that none of us wanted to wake up. There is just something about unplugging . . . Or maybe it’s sitting and watching the ocean. Somewhere in the last 48 hours, I just let […]
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I say plenty . . . About my crazy daughter, and my perpetually injured son. I say plenty about the level of crazy I seem to always wind up in. What I don’t say is how absolutely insane I am about my kids, and how daily, I do find at least a few shreds of […]
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We all know about first world problems. I want to spend a moment talking about one in particular that has become quite bothersome for me; The third row problem. I live in Plano. Yes, Plano and Addison were most likely the first two cities in the DFW metroplex whose police vehicles were suburbans. That makes […]
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Seriously, I love my friends. Absolutely. Where would I be? Tonight, I would be on the brink of a full blown nervous breakdown.  Wait. Let me back up. Today has sucked on the most epic level yet! I always say that, and you never believe me . . . but today was seriously the worst […]
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Southern. Hot. Mess. I say! Somebihyaaatch. My life has just completely taken this phrase to a new level.  I’m an emotional badass, I’ve decided. I’d have to be to get through the ridiculous living nightmare that has been my life the last 13 months! Again, mess is not sufficient. The level of batshit crazy I’ve […]
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That look – you know the one. It was the second time in half an hour I’d gotten that look – you know the one – that “Oh my God, do something with that brat” look. The look of total disapproval. Fellow parents in Willow Bend were more accepting, and less judging, and always said […]
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