Tag: choices
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I Want It My Way
It’s been brought to my attention (thanks TM) that I haven’t been totally forthcoming in acknowledging my husband’s efforts in our moves to tame our crazed landscaping that has plagued the front of our house. For the record, this has been a team effort. Something we’ve chosen to do together because we’ve both been disgusted…
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Puttin’ On My Big Girl Attitude
He’s all boy. Awed by glitzy lights. Easily distracted. Committed to sports–all sports. Gravitates towards big game animals. Is focused on his own comfort. Loves to eat and sleep whenever it suits him. Fully expects others to satisfy his needs. I’m in no way guy bashing. I happen to love that gender. But I am…
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That Wouldn’t Have Been My Choice
They didn’t really want to be there. But where else could they have been? Teagan and Isley would have preferred being anywhere other than the soccer field. Neither were playing. Neither wanted to watch their sibs play. Since they’re not of an age to have a driver’s license or to stay home alone (ages 8…
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It Never Gets Old
You’d think by our fifth wedding, I’d have some familiarity with routine. Expectations. What became abundantly clear was that, apart from that fact that a couple ended the evening as husband and wife, there are no givens. No guarantees. But a lot of fun. Our daughter, Courtney, married Michael Wickberg in an evening ceremony in…
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When Choosing Complicates The Picture
Boxes keep showing up at the house, courtesy of FedEx and the US Post Office. You’d think someone was getting married here. Well, someone’s getting married. Not here. Colorado. And these aren’t gifts. They’re a plethora of potential bridesmaid dresses. Back in the day, when John and I walked down the aisle, dresses for the…
Tip of My Iceberg 