Author: daylerogers
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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…
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What’s So Special About The Sauce?
I’ve found myself in cow country a lot lately. Not the pasture, dairy farm, huge herd type of moo land. Chick-fil-A. The big kids are beyond the kid meals. Eating them only whets the appetite, never satisfies. Isley is still enamored with the play area and ice cream to focus much on real food. Ryken, at…
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Alone Again, Unnaturally
John was gone for almost two weeks in Thailand. That trip will undo the heartiest of souls. Time in the air is about 23 hours. Number of time zones crossed–12. Response to jet lag–horrific. Poor guy. He’d just begun to adjust to his new norm when he had to return. That’s tough on an…
Tip of My Iceberg 