You know when you take your kids to the pool. And your shy little boy who doesnt’ really like to swim but needs a drink…. Is just minding his own business cooling off.. Then there’s that kid …. Cannonball! Puncher is like that little kid at the pool who’s a real asshole. Sends the other […]
Archives for 2013
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May 2013
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May 2013
New Normal
We finished all that moving last week. And I hurt. Physical pain is a welcome relief. It can be fixed with a couple Aleve and day’s rest. Life goes on. I’m actually quite pleased with myself. I’m stronger than I thought I was. I do wonder , though. What’s my new normal going to look […]
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May 2013
We Can Do It
I had a dilemma….. Had … past tense. My things were on the 3rd floor of the “McMansion-in-Progress” (M.I.P.). I needed to move them out of the M.I.P. There were no stairs. Apparently no stairs were forthcoming according to the F.T.H ( Future Trophy Husband … of someone else) nor were any ideas forthcoming of how to move my […]
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Apr 2013
” Live like someone left the gate open.” My friend Terri left that comment on my last blog post. I can’t get it out of my head. That is the perfect answer to the eternal question about the divorce. “What’s your plan?” My plan is this …… I don’t have one. My plan is no plan. […]
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Apr 2013
My precious daughter, only child, came to visit this week to help me “lighten the load”. We’ve talked and laughed and cried so much. We are going through “Our Stuff”. Literally. Her stuff. My Stuff. Our stuff. We have a lot of “Stuff”. She made a casual observation to me this week. She asked […]
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Apr 2013
My friend MaryAnne over at the fabulous blog Forever 51 recently wrote about having “The Talk” with her aging parents. Not the one about ..uh …… hanky panky …. but the one about finances. (worse) That got me to thinking. My daughter is coming for a visit next week and before she gets here I need […]
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Mar 2013
Last Saturday my friend Laura and I were going to spend the day riding and working our cowdogs. When I got to her place, the wind was howling and it was cold. She said “Let’s go to Yoder for the Amish Horse Auction instead”. I was all in for that. I’m posting this today […]
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