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What’s That Supposed To Look Like?
I know I get embarrassed fairly easily. But this was ridiculous. We had a leak in the garage. I needed to call the plumber. Which meant he needed to go into the garage. I don’t let many people go in there. I don’t like to go in there. But some things must be done. I’m…
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You’re Who Again?
I was looking through our huge Rubbermaid bin of pictures the other day for photos of Courtney as a child. I don’t scrapbook. I didn’t do baby books for my kids. But I’ve got tons of pictures of all of them. Not really. The further they descended in the birth order, the pictures became less…
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Mrs. Fix-It Doesn’t Live Here
I’m good with admitting that there are many things in life that I’m not. I’m not a detail person. Which can be problematic for family and team members as I lose those slippery little boogers (details) like it’s my job. I’m not good with decorating. Five months after our house was renovated with new floors…
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Swim With The Dolphins Or Sink With The Sharks?
I was sitting on the balcony, overlooking the Atlantic. At a year-end retreat that had us focusing on what had been and what would be. The sun was just coming up, poking over the horizon like a mischievous child coming out of hiding during a game. Glad to be there. Ready for more fun. I…
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Signals, People!
Living in Florida, I’ve come to the conclusion that, upon entering state borders, you must agree to give up all thought of using the turn signals on a car. I, therefore, tend to be fastidious about using mine. And commenting vociferously about those who don’t. They make driving frustrating. You never know what’s coming down…
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