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Careful–It’s Catching!
My dad was a great one for witticisms in memorable verbal packages. My modern day Mark Twain. Many of those nuggets I attributed to his Texas upbringing. Such as “I’m so hungry my stomach thinks my throat’s been cut.” He got his message across. One he used a lot which was widely popular was “If…
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How Well Do I Know Myself?
We stared at charts and colors, pyramids and ants. Nothing to do with designing or creating anything. Quite the opposite, in fact. More along the lines of personal discovery of who we as a team are as individuals. I’m trained and certified in doing several assessments. I understand the value of them in helping people…
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Now You’re Speaking My Language
Three energetic and engaging kids. Looking at them interacting you’d never know they couldn’t understand each other. We had the privilege of hosting a family from Portugal for a meal at our home. A great couple, they and their two children had been in the States for a little over a month, visiting with different…
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You Don’t Know What You Have If You Won’t Open It
My husband is on a mission. Get our garage cleaned so we can use it as a garage. For a car. We’ve talked about this for years, but it’s never gotten past talk to task. Neither of us is great at follow through. Decision making about throwing or keeping is a huge endeavor. And when…
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The Sweetness In Brokenness
Who doesn’t love to smack a pinata? The idea of taking out frustration on a paper mache figure filled with candy and being rewarded for efforts of aggression is so darned satisfying. The older you get, the stronger you become, the harder you can hit. The quicker the desired results. Sweets. We celebrated Ryken’s birthday…
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