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A Bat Who Missed His Belfry
We’ve got a lot of critters that live around us. In the middle of Orlando. Viewed from our back porch. Deer. Bobcats. Otters. Alligators. Iguanas. Snakes–many of which are venomous. Sitting on our back porch, you’d think Bear Grylls, the British adventurer who tackles crazy survival tasks, will show up for a nature walk. I’ve…
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Happy Wheezer
The little guy had no clue what was going on. It was simply a lot harder for him to breathe. John and I had debated whether Ryken was teething or experiencing the onset a cold. He was rosy-cheeked, snot-saturated, (making him look like a glazed donut), and he chewed on everything in sight. Turns out it was…
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Below-The-Surface Boo Boos
I don’t know what’s wrong with him. Snot runs like a stream from his nose. His cheeks are rosy and covered with slimy boogers. He can’t breathe and swallow at the same time. Ryken, at eleven months, either is teething or has a cold. The symptoms look a lot alike. The flushed cheeks make me think…
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Can You Juxtapose HOA And Humble?
My grousing, groaning and griping about our HOA has taken a new twist. Our certified letter, an official threat of purported fines if we didn’t comply with their standards of mold free driveways and homes, appears to have been a bit overzealous in its presentation. Seems we were a glitch. John had been…
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I’m Just Not That Pedicurious
I get kidded a lot about the shoes I wear. I’ve never been one who has a love for shoes–even though I birthed a few with shoe fetishes. I’ve always been more comfortable with, well, being comfortable. My shoes of choice are typically well-worn tennis shoes or soccer flops. Living in Florida, where wet happens…
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