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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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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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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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Childproof packaging? Southern hot mess? Yeah, it’s like that. The last 48 hours have been insane, and this childproof generic Singulair packaging HAD. TO. GO. From sleep deprivation, keeping the kids active, fed, busy, happy, and just ALIVE, to the damn grill catching fire AGAIN, getting the results of my blood work, and running this […]
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So, dr G was, gasp, on time today. However, my 45 minute session was cut short by half an hour because Diva was out of control. She is too big to not listen and mind.  She doesn’t appear to have my spectrum disorder, just a spoiled, bad attitude.  Now the question is do I start […]
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