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Make Mine With Whipped Cream
Real whipped cream makes everything taste better. Coffee. Any dessert. Waffles. Tip of a finger. Straight from the can into an opened mouth. It’s the ambrosia of those who won’t settle for Cool Whip. My youngest was in town, and she’d hung out with my oldest daughter and her family at a science fair. When…
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Take That, HOA! We Did It!
Registered letters, poke-the-bear emails, conversations with decision makers and months of waiting. We finally did it. Our house is painted! We worked through so many grays. Software Gray, Amazing Gray, Functional Gray, Repose Gray, Light French Gray, Gray Screen. The commonality? They’re all gray. Having picked out a variety of grays we liked, we took…
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The Fast And The Focused
She’s been a soccer player for years. The beautiful game is where she shines. The older she gets, the better she gets at it. So she decided to run track this spring. For fun. Sydney is thirteen and has more energy in her little finger than I have in my entire body. Watching her play…
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I Don’t Do Slither
I felt it and reacted before I ever saw what it was. While mowing our backyard, near our pond, I felt something wind around my ankles, slithering slowly. My response was not slow. Hanging onto the mower with one hand, I jumped, danced and screamed. When I glanced down I saw movement in the grass…
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I Wanna Be A Big Rock
There’s something about water that begs for rock pitching. Awhile back, I was out out in our yard with three-year-old Ryken. We’ve a pond behind our home where the grands catch fish, turtles and hassle the ducks. One of Ryken’s favorite past times is throwing rocks into the pond. The bigger the plop, the greater…
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