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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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The ugly cry. Women all know exactly what that is. It’s when you are really moved by a moment or event that you lose all control over your ability to control your facial expression or stop the tears from falling.  Think of it like walking into a hurricane-force wind, or driving a speedboat at 70 […]
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I have no words for the last seven days. There are no explitives to adequately describe that week sufficiently. None! Just a damn hot mess! Day one: Get a call from school nurse regarding head-to-head collision involving my son. Call specialist. Ex says do not take him, that he needs to toughen up. Find out […]
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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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  Scars & Forgiveness A friend of mine is in the hospital, being treated for severe blistering from her cancer treatment, and although we were friend from high school, we remain in contact through Facebook now. Another woman on Facebook was left with a permanent scar after she was savagely attacked recently, however, she fought […]
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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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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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