Author: daylerogers
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Whatever Floats Your Boat Best
John and I’ve never been people who’ve craved cruising. My husband has issues with motion sickness. He had visions of being poised over the porcelain throne for hours on end. My issues had more to do with a wild imagination and the Titanic. My brain defaults to gruesome special effects. We had some generous-hearted friends…
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Beastie Bites The Dust
I knew she wasn’t long for my world. We’re finally putting Beastie out of her misery. Donating her to an organization that wants to practice car repairs. It’s all she’s good for now. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my little blue Corolla. She’s been a faithful vehicle. Getting me from point A to point B successfully. Car…
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Shame On Me
I’m a true law-abiding citizen. Most of the time. I’ll freely admit to taking liberties with the speed limits on several roads. Many roads. Posted speeds are suggestions. I operate under the belief that if you go over the speed limit by 9, you’re still operating within appropriate parameters. In my defense, I pretty much…
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Never Underestimate The Value Of A Good Wallow
John’s uncle used to raise hogs. Going to the farm was always fun because this gal from suburbia hadn’t experienced these critters except in zoos or on a plate as bacon. Quite different in their own space. Pigs wallow in mud as a way of life. It’s purposeful, not playful. As a kid, I thought…
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Turning That Frown Upside Down
There’s a winsomeness about those who experience utter delight. Not jaded, qualified, hesitant or restrained delight. Not at someone else’s expense. Not snarky. Pure delight. Joyful. Seventh-month-old Sloane exhibits this. Just watching her makes me smile. Delight morphs into more delight. Sloane and her mom, Melody, were here with us for a few days. She’s quite…
Tip of My Iceberg 