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I Love Presents!

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ilovepresentsIt’s that time of year when everyone hounds everyone else for pretty much everything.  Opinions are flying left and right on what you’re doing (or not doing) to get yourself in the spirit.  Don’t decorate too soon, but don’t forget to do it all together.  Put your creepy friend on a shelf but also remember to teach that good behavior is its own reward.  Forgive everyone, but don’t be a doormat.  Eat, drink, and be merry!  But don’t lose that lady-like figure either.  And the big one this year: presence versus presents. Continue reading →

Home Sweet Home

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You know those “In this house, we” signs?  The ones that list all the beautiful and perfect interactions your loving and blessed family has with each other?  I’m staring at one hanging in our living room right now.  I picked it up at good ol’ Target a few months ago.  I remember the Man saying something about how he loved that I decorated our home in lies.  I laughed then, and I am still chuckling now at the thought of what a real list of family rules for our home would look like.  Perhaps it would read… Continue reading →

Thankful November Week One

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Everyone is doing it, and we all know I am nothing if not a follower.  You know what I’m talking about, that day of thanks through the month of November game.  I’m going to throw in a couple of twists, though.  Instead of writing every day and posting it for all to gloss over in their news feed read on Facebook, I’m going to post just once week and do it here on the website.  Maybe you’ll read it.  Maybe you won’t.  Either way, I’ll remember in my moments of misery that there is a lot to be grateful for in this overwhelming life I’ve built for myself.  Ready, set, go! Continue reading →

November Challenge

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novemberchallengeIt should be no surprise to anyone that the Man and I are a very sarcastic couple.  We make jokes all the time about everything.  If he wasn’t so easy on the eyes, I’d say it was his sexiest quality, that incredible sense of humor.  He has me laughing to the point of tears, to the point of not being able to breathe, to the point of peeing a little.  But when is a joke more than a joke?  Is sarcasm always funny?  Is laughter the best medicine? Continue reading →