Archive for June, 2013


Touring Again

  Bandwagons.  I don’t jump on them.  Never have.  I think that’s partially because I’m just so ridiculously stubborn.  I know what I like, and I’m determined to make up my own mind about things.  So… I’m not a stylish dresser, and if you gave me a Gucci bag, I would probably pass it along […]

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Great Reward

It has never been a chore.  It has always been a joy.  I’m talking about yard work.  My sister and I played “alligator river” while Nana dug dandelions.  Growing up we fought the valiant battle against stickers in the backyard, armed with paper sacks and knives.  It was an ongoing family activity. I got married […]

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You Are

 Friends, I just realized something. If you write this:                Your going to have a good day. Then you might as well write this:                I hope youl have a good day. Sorry to carry on like this, but I have to do my little part to make people think!  If you’re going to say […]

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Honeysuckle on the Horizon

 We’ve had rain.  Glorious rain.  It has come our way about half an inch at a time, but upon our horrifically parched land (yes, I mean horrific), half an inch of rain has us dancing in the streets. My five year old barnyard is the prettiest it’s ever been.  The other day I decided to […]

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Life Lessons

My dad taught me to read when I was tiny… Ran along beside me teaching me to ride a bicycle… Made sure I could drive a standard… Helped me with my trigonometry and calculus… And always told me he was sure I could accomplish anything I set my mind to. Thanks, Daddy p.s.  I’ll always […]

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The Big Five Oh!

  I remember the biggest deal about turning 10 was the whole idea of hitting double digits.  I’ve always loved numbers, and this just seemed like a tremendous milestone. Turning 20 was truly remarkable.  I had been wed for one solid week, and being the married woman that I was, I couldn’t wait to declare […]

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Be Nice… I Beg of You

Childhood for me is one happy memory after another.  I loved school.  Having an academic father and an artist mother, I was tickled pink with everything there was to learn.  Class time was a delight, play time a delight, weekends a delight. People speak of those miserable years of junior high and high school.  Many […]

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