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...
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I must admit that Winter Guard was a learning experience for me. Marching Band I know. But winter guard didn't happen at my high school. So now I know more than I ever wanted to know about winter guard. I still like marching band better but this deal is growing on me. I thought the fees and practice schedule was outrageous until I took a trip with the guard to Muncie, IN for a competition. We drove a minivan convoy for 6 hours in the pouring rain. Our destination was a church in Muncie that let us stay very cheap in their youth group wing and use their gym for rehearsal. We arrived tired and grumpy around midnight. Through the rain I watched 25 teenage girls unload all their equipment(which filled a small u-haul) and not complain once. That, my friends, is what I'm paying for. And it is worth every penny.
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