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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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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 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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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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Snapshots capture those moments that fill life before they become memories. As a mom, you either can’t snap it fast enough, or you are waist deep in the thick of it to even grab your smartphone. If you’re like me, you blow through your memory stick in a month. Sometimes, you grab a snapshot, just […]
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