Author: daylerogers
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This Is MY Time!
I love having the days feel longer as the sun stays out later. A gift from those thoughtful folks who’ve brought us Daylight Savings Time. However, I despise the reality that they steal an hour from me every spring. I know. I get it back in the fall. When life is crazy and more hours…
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A Snit Is A Snob By Any Other Name
I didn’t sleep well last night. Woke up with a bit of a grump. And a lot of attitude. It wasn’t looking good for my day. Not terrible, horrible, no good, very bad. But close. I hurt my arm doing yoga. Instead of feeling stretched, I felt torqued. I made coffee–I needed coffee–but our pot…
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More Than A Fan; Not Quite A Fanatic
The Citrus Bowl was awash with purple. Faithful fan that I am, I was decked out in the purple emblem. Compliments of my daughter. The Orlando City Lions, central Florida’s MLS team, had its opening game. And thanks to my sweet friend, Leanne, and her husband who took my husband on a business trip at just…
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Being Birthday Bashed
It’s my birthday. I don’t say that to garner well wishes or point a spotlight of attention on me. I don’t like being the focal point of anything. I’m old enough to know better and young enough not to need three fingers to say how old I really am. I love celebrating other people. I enjoy…
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Sweet Stress; A Party In Spite Of The Pain
I really didn’t want to go. But I’d never consider not showing up. My twin sister’s husband had been diagnosed with lung cancer. I didn’t want Gayle to sit through surgery alone, so I flew up to be with her. My little sister also came. And Gayle’s daughter, Kate. And her boyfriend, Alex. The time…
Tip of My Iceberg 