I'm a wife. I'm a mother. I'm a step-mom. I spend most of my time grumbling and/or doing laundry. I love to read, talk, garden and vacuum. I don't have an opinion on everything but I can form one in about thirty seconds.
IT HAS BEEN FORETOLD
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I feel like bakers are trying to tell us something, you guys.
I'm just not sure WHAT.
Speak to me, Deadpan Penguin! *What is it?* What's wrong?
Is...
Hours the thirteenth through eighteenth.
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And thence to bed.
I got really wrapped up in The Trespasser. SOMEBODY HERE IS CROOKED. And my
copy is trade paperback, so the pages take forEVER to read ...
An appreciation: Pat Summitt
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Growing up in middle Tennessee, Pat Summitt has been a legend as long as I
can remember. Winning a national championship in 1987 showed the nation
what w...
At some point, I am going to blog about our trip to Vegas but this was definitely one of the highlights. Life is filled with moments. Some good. Some bad. Many boring. But every now and again, you get a perfect moment. Kevin and I had just seen Mystere. We were walking back down the strip toward our hotel. The weather was warm and breezy. We made our way through the Bellagio casino and emerged just in time to see the fountain show begin. The shows are incredible at any time but the lights make the evening shows extra special. So I stood on the sidewalk full of excitement as the show began. Three notes in, I started to cry. Frank Sinatra...Luck be a Lady. Come on...it was just almost too much.
The secret to the perfect moment is realizing that life can't be like that all the time. You have to enjoy it for the temporary thrill that it is. You can't spend all your other moments unhappy because they just don't measure up. But you can stand in your laundry room, surrounded by a mountain of dirty clothes, and close your eyes for just a second to remember a warm night in Vegas in the arms of the man you love while Ol' Blue Eyes serenades you.
Then the dog pukes on the new carpet and you get on with a different kind of moment.
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