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Tears for my Soul
I’ve been super emotional lately. But before I start, know that I am typing this on my phone at 3:32 am. Typos are gonna happen and I probably won’t fix them!! I had knee reconstruction and replacement on June 21st.… Continue reading
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Last One
This may read a bit jangly or jankie! I apologize to the English majors… I are one of those too!! I got so many thoughts that I’m not making great sentences!! Don’t feel like editing and I’m on my phone!… Continue reading
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Goodbye 202-1
The cold is creeping in and after a 70 degree Christmas, I suppose it’s time. What better way to end/begin a year with an Arctic blast of -27 F?! The cold may just freeze me in my tracks but the… Continue reading
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Christmas time is here
When I think about Christmas time, I think about the Peanuts Gang standing around the tree singing Vince Guaraldi’s “Christmas Time is Here”. It makes me feel very nostalgic. As a little girl I loved sitting in my jammies, with… Continue reading
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Quick
I require a lot of hugs! I require hand holding, hugs, affection and to feel like I’m still useful. This is what fills my heart and literally fills my tank. My blood pressure goes down, my dopamine level goes up… Continue reading
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Today is your day to think
I don’t know if you have noticed or not, but lately my writing has been lax. Not really just lax, but few and far between. This happens to me when I feel completely overwhelmed by life and the sheer amount… Continue reading
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CAN’T TAKE THE HEAT ANYMORE
I find notes all around my house which is actually kind of ironic given that I can seldom find any paper to write on when I need it. Today I was on the phone with my friend, Mary, and I… Continue reading
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Remind Me, It’s Christmas…
I have been yelled at twice today. I am overly cautious about the way I talk to vendors and customers on the phone. My gravelly voice is often misinterpreted for being “short or cross” so I intentionally try to corral… Continue reading
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Fourth of July 1945
My Dad loved the Fourth of July. The only person who might have loved it more would have been my Grandfather. He was wild about the chance to celebrate (he was wild Irish) and even more to light explosives. When… Continue reading
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29 and Counting (and I don’t mean kids)
When I am working my ”real job” and the connection goes out, it gives me a chance to pester my readers with another blog!! Today began like most. It’s a well known fact that I don’t sleep well, so I… Continue reading