I got nada

I got nothing for you good people tonight. I am just one big stomach ache of nerves. I really need to smack the person who thought it was a good idea to put the house on the market this soon. (Oh wait, that was me. Nevermind.) Tomorrow, after a “good…

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Gettin’ my funk on

Ways to make your son pray that genetics are not a strong driving force in his personality and own personal *funktitude: Dance around the house (and I mean dance, baby) singing any one of these songs: We Want the Funk Get Down On It Bad Girls (Oh, right click and…

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Missing her

There is something that I wanted to post before, but I hesitated. One reason is because he didn’t say anything, so I was waiting to let him if he wanted to. Secondly, I try to stay lighthearted here, and this is not light. I told you before that this time…

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Get Out! (Creeps!)

When you have your house on the market, just knowing that strangers are going to be frollicking through the house everyday (one can hope), sure makes you see your things and your housekeeping in a different light. (What? Are you questioning my use of the word frollicking or questioning my…

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Come be me! Please!

This weekend we have to pack and clear out any clutter and knick-knacks to make the house look less “homey”. (I do not have to call it cluttered!) We also are supposed to have a yard sale. Oh yeah, and 4 soccer games. (Yes, 4 in one weekend.) And did…

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