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Dear Emma Kate, Today you are 18 months old. One and a half. You are a delight to this world. You make it a better place to live already, in just 18 short months you’ve truly made a difference in many people’s lives. Remember to always strive to add beauty and make this world a… Read more
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At what age did you lose your compassion? I read this question on the internet the other day, and it has been bouncing around in my brain ever since. My first thought of course was, “I haven’t lost my compassion.” But then I had to call boloney on that one. I asked my husband this… Read more
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When I was 25, I had a birthday party. Just a family party. Nothing out of the ordinary, we celebrate birthdays until we die and my mom goes all out. My grannie was there. My dad was there. Neither of which are here anymore. My dad got me several presents. He never really knew how… Read more
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I’m categorizing this blog under the Public Service category because somethings just need to be said, that no one said to me. And also because I feel the need to vent. I’m a little bit peeved at the female race right now. Yes, women, you. Don’t point at yourself with your eyebrows raised in surprise… Read more
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When you’re unemployed you have to think of creative ways to make a little cash. Lately I’ve been wheeling and dealing on the various selling sites on Facebook. Basically every community has a “for sale” site where you post your wares: those clothes that are too snug in the waistband, the mini food processor you’ve… Read more
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I’m such a slacker and I make myself so mad when I don’t blog regularly. My thoughts and words are a bumbling rambling mess in my head which means the best approach to empty out is with a list. Today is the first official day of summer. Here in Ruidoso, the weather is a dream… Read more
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Our local library launched its summer reading program this week with the theme Blazing the Trails. It is phenomenal and the librarians have put an immense amount of work into this. On opening day for the Tiny Tots, we dug for pennies in sand, panned for gold, lassoed ponies, raced stick horses and sat real… Read more
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I’ve known my husband since I was eleven years old and he was twelve, that’s how it is in a small town. My family ran onto some hard times and had to move to the po’ side o’ town. That’s the poor side of town for those who aren’t from there. You’ve heard the joke…..we were… Read more
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Snakes, spiders, tornadoes, heights, death, the dark, the number 13. The fear of colors, the fear of music, the fear of wrinkles, even the fear of the belly button. Fear, fear, fear. Dear, dear, dear. There are so many things to fear. My mother is a fearless woman. She taught us not to fear by… Read more
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I’m pretty sure I was an odd child. No one ever told me this, but if they knew of my imaginary play they’d likely agree. I was the youngest of 4. My brothers were much older so while I was playing Barbies, they were cruising the drag picking up chicks, well attempting to anyway,… Read more
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