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A journey of two years

The Mouse turned two today.  Not long ago I cradled him in my arms (shortly after midnight).  He still doesn’t say much, but in his two short years he’s taken a lot in.  He’s learned how to change the channel … Continue reading


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I have been a very bad girl

I ate ice cream for breakfast, donut(s) at work on Monday, chips for lunch (and dinner), and it got worse.  You are probably thinking I’m eating crazy because of all the long hours I am putting in at work.  Actually, … Continue reading


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Replaced by a washer

Coco is my deeply convicted, not in a jail kind of way, child.  She is a router for lost causes with dark blue sorrowful eyes.  As a little girl, she protected broken items from being tossed out by collecting them in … Continue reading


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The little dummy in all of us

“Wow, a free two-night-stay in Las Vegas for my birthday,” said Couponman excitedly.  “Okay,” I said.  “Let’s go.” “Really!!!” he exclaimed.  He was due for a special birthday.  This year he heads into the last frontier (the last demographic grouping when … Continue reading


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Still kicking

My sister Holly is tough.  Years ago I bought a small rental house in Utah for my daughter and a few other students to live in while she attended college.   The messy male residents (we had no idea the gray bathtub was really yellow until … Continue reading


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Happy day, busy day

Today the Worm turned six.  She played in her first soccer game, enjoyed her first birthday sundae at Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor, and for the first time can sit in a car without a booster seat. She’s no longer the … Continue reading


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I am my father’s daughter

I have more hair on my legs than on my head.  I enjoy a good hearty laugh more than chocolate.  (With my dad, it may have been a toss-up.)  I curse when I do plumbing.  I cry easily when something … Continue reading


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Big plans

When I was expecting my first born, I had lofty idealistic plans to be the perfect mom.  I’d be in tune with this child – knowing her every desire, fulfilling her every need, and understanding her every thought.  By the … Continue reading


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Number twos try harder

Guilt wasn’t new to me.  The heavy-duty variety of guilt crowded out normal thought patterns as Hot Wheelz had developed in the womb.  “Don’t lift your arms above your head,” Grandma had warned, “or the umbilical cord will strangle the … Continue reading


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How times have changed

Last night I spent helping decorate for my grandson’s, the Bug, birthday party… at my home.  “Your house is bigger,” the GAP said.  I think I heard her whisper, “Plus I won’t have to clean up.”  “It’s a Hogwarts School of … Continue reading


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