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Our town has an annual event called The Festival Of Trees. Businesses decorate Christmas trees and they are sold with the profits going to our arts center. People pay to see the display and everyone votes on their favorite. This year *someone* decided that our office needed to enter The Festival Of Trees. Our theme is “It’s Ok To Be Different” – very fitting for a gang who works with disabled children. *Someone* ordered craft kits from Oriental Trading so…

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That thought runs through my head at least twice a day. Sometimes I even manage to scribble the general idea down on a post it or McDonalds receipt. But for some reason I never quite get around to writing a blog post. My youngest son asks to me have another baby. Followed by a lecture from my oldest on the dangers of “old women” getting pregnant. And I think, “I should blog about that.” My parents may finally be moving back to my…

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I have been preparing for Halloween for weeks now. You may be surprised by this as I’m not one to write about home decor or crafts. I realized that I’m being selfish. I need to share my patented Halloween decorating techniques with the Blogosphere. Snuggle Wasteland’s Cheap And Natural Halloween Decorating: 1. Don’t dust anything. Dirt is spooky y’all. (I’ve been working on this one since June.) 2. Don’t kill spiders or sweep away their webs. Mother Nature has given…

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1. My friend, Hayley (aka grimmgirl), is a SAINT. She let Jackson (the little brother) stay at her house most of the weekend. Also, Haley gave me a hiding place and a cup of coffee during the party. 2. My 11 year isn’t perfect but he isn’t a bad kid, either. At least not when compared to some of his friends. 3. The TO can be helpful with enough nagging and bitching. 4. The TO will ALWAYS expect payment for…

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Are you a worrier? I’m not now but boy howdy was I ever as a youngster. Sorry. I’ve been watching too much Andy Griffith. I cried through most of kindergarten and half of first grade. Why? I have no idea. Ask my parents. My dad still mocks me for it. Yes, that was 35 years ago. I keep the peace by telling myself that harassing me about ancient history is an excellent brain exercise to fend off dementia. Anytherapist’swetdream, I…

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When I was born I had a head full of scraggly black baby hair. My mother says it tickled her nose when she rocked me to sleep. Those baby locks fell out (as they do) and were replaced by fine, straight light brown hair. My mother kept it cut very short ala some sort of deranged 70’s elf. How I yearned for long hair. I wanted it down my back. I wanted pigtails, French braids, even a lone pony tail…

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Since we found out about the family ‘vacation’ Jackson has mentioned the cruise at least once a day. And not in an ‘I’m so excited to go on a cruise’ way either. More like an ‘OMG! We’re all going to DIE’ way. Here’s a peek into a typical day at Worry Wart Central: “Mom? Will this ship be made of the same material that the Titanic was?” “Jackson, the boat isn’t going to sink,” I reply through gritted teeth. Because…

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We throw the word brave around quite a bit in the Blogosphere. Especially in our comments. “You were so brave to share story of your parakeet’s infected feather. I know it must have taken quite a toll on you. Hugs.” “I’m in awe of your bravery. It’s ok. Everyone’s kid gets constipated. Hugs.” “Kudos to you for your bravery! I’m so sorry you suffered with bronchitis. Hugs and p rayers. Xoxo.” Who has two thumbs, needs a therapist, and is guilty of this? Hint: it’s…

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There are times in my life when books were better friends to me than people. Books are always there for me anytime of the day or night. They have never slept with my boyfriend, posted something nasty about me on FB, or called me fat behind my back. I’ve always been a reader. I was raised as an only child and was very lonely. I turned to books (and to my own imagination) for entertainment. The best summer of my…

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It’s been suggested that blogging is like high school. I’m not here to dispute that fact. But the thing is…it’s the internet. We aren’t 15 year olds with bad perms, acne, and nonexistent boobs. In my case I’m sort of not like that. I’m not 15 anyway. We aren’t stuck in some one stoplight town where the social options are Bleacher Creature or Mean Girl. This is THE INTERNET. Nobody can see you. Nobody knows how much money your Daddy…

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