Angel
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Today my sweet husband turns 38 years old. Remember when you were a little kid and made homemade cards? I’m still doing that. Especially after I’ve already gotten home from town and forgotten the dang thing. He’s not home yet, because he’s still working. That’s what he does. Works his butt off. The word… Read more
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Decisions, decisions. Thankfully not life or death decisions. More on the caliber of comfort kind of decisions. As in “should I do an exercise tape or go to bed and read?” And along the lines of “I just ate mac and cheese, but I really want some milk toast.” Do you know what milk toast… Read more
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My present condition allowed me to find this a tad bit humorous. Read more
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I usually find myself most uninterested when pregnant women start pulling out a roll of black and white, grainy sonogram pictures showing off their upcoming bundle. I’m usually the one holding up the picture, squinting, turning it to the left, the right, upside down, right side over while oohing and aahhing when in reality I can’t… Read more
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My husband, J-Dub, is a music nut. He can tell you a song after hearing 2 notes played. He knows the lyrics, the artists, the name of the album, and the year it was released. I, on the other hand, am a music flunkee. I make up lyrics. Whatever sounds close, that will work for me. I mistake… Read more
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Football in Texas is kind of a big deal. More specifically, small town Friday night high school football in Texas is kind of a big deal. Especially in my area. It seems the whole town gathers in a sea of green and gold to cheer on our home town boys, The Harvesters. Yep, the Harvesters. Not the… Read more
