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I love my blog because its like my diary… or a journal… a public one.
I can vent, laugh, cry- whatever. Except. When something happens at work. Then? I can’t blog. Or laugh or vent or cry or whatever. Because? God forbid someone from my job finds said post… and I’m convinced . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: The One that I Can’t Really Write When we left Florida it was for our family. First California. And sorry, that places sucks donkey balls. Now here. Here being Colorado. It’s a beautiful place, stunning views, but I have met some of the most ignorant ass-backwards people . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: There’s No Place Like Home First of all, I wrote a guest post for Katie today. So you can check me out over there as I am a Sluiter (pronounced Sly-ter) Nation recruit. ——————————————– I was thinking yesterday about a conversation I was having with a friend here and . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: The Non-Mom Who sings that song anyway? I can’t quite think of it right now…
Anyway, my home girl Katie (who is extremely shocked by my age) posted about her first day of summer break and it turned into a conversation in her comments about hatas (not haters, Katie) hatin’ on teachers saying we . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: School’s Out. For. Summer. There’s this Yo Gabba Gabba song that goes:
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5 people are in my family 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 people are in my family we are best friends that love each other that’s my family (that’s right!) that’s my family (that’s right!)” and this is my daughter’s current . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: Highway Patrol K, first off, I’m not calling anyone a retard.
You had to have seen the Hangover to appreciate that line. See below…
Aaand I digress. I wake up the other morning to an absolutely foggy Colorado day- foggy like I can’t see the traffic light until I’m right up . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: Morning Drive: Being a Ra-tard |
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