Author: daylerogers
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Just A Little Light Changes Everything
I’m a sucker for Christmas lights. With that reality, we’ve never been able to pull off any kind of outside decorative lighting during the holidays because of a genuine ineptness on the part of me and my husband. We’ve never figured out how to attach all those random strings to a source of power so…
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There’s Merry In All That Minutia
I tend to look at details as my nemesis. They’re like a small army of invaders, skilled in deception, cunning and craftiness. They hide where I never look. They fall through the cracks only to pop back up again. Their war cry is, “Ah ha! Missed me again!” It’s so easy for me, during this…
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And So It Begins
Thanksgiving wasn’t even over before the sales began. And with Christmas coming so quickly on the heels of the gratitude holiday, I promised myself I wouldn’t be sucked into the holiday crazies. The seasonal pressure that’s been telescoped down too far for consumer comfort. Good thing that wasn’t a resolution. The bins and boxes have…
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The Forgotten Holiday
I don’t know why it frazzles me. It does. It’s a day. But it’s really more than that. Stuck between the horror of Halloween and the gimme of Christmas is Thanksgiving. Between ghoulish masks and decorated trees in September and the shopping frenzy of Black Friday and beyond, it’s a wonder that there’s a hiccup…
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Never Too Short To Matter
There are certain things I’m not built for nor equipped to do. Being vertically challenged, basketball and volleyball were never possibilities. Having short legs, being a dancer was never in the cards. Long waist, short legs makes being a gymnast awkward. However, the short stature has obviously made me the perfect size for pressure washing.…
Tip of My Iceberg 