The calm after the storm…

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Time to cool off is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?

My daughter is fourteen years old. We have homeschooled since she was eight – and I taught her to be independent, to think for herself. To do what she thinks is right.

This causes us to butt heads more than I would like. [...]

A letter to my Teenaged Daughter

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Dear Daughter:

I realize that you are pissed at me right now. Well guess what? It’s about to get a lot worse.

These things are a privilege: the TV, VCR, and DVD player. The boom box (that belongs to your grandmother, I might add). Your cell phone. Internet access.

As of right now, [...]

Happy Father’s Day

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To the men whose genetic contribution has made my life so much more rich: I thank you. While your lack of involvement in our lives bothers me at times, it is very much balanced by the knowledge that I don’t have to make excuses for why you’re late or didn’t show up. If [...]

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Tweet Riding :: wild horses Actress :: drama Flowers :: lily Making :: love out of nothing at all Robot :: porn Enjoy :: the silence Identify :: yourself 22 :: catch Busy :: signal Forward :: backward

Now you.

True, so very very true…

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Scuse me while I bust a gut laughing….

Duelling Noisemakers

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Joseph is playing with the bullseye bounce and roll.

Daniel is playing with the pinballgame.

Every so often they trade places, yet neither game shuts off.

Anyone want to place bets as to how long it takes before Mommy has a headache?

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Just in case you were wondering…

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The thorn in my side is definitely stress-related. Frustration, to be specific.

Unfortunately, decreasing the stress levels any further isn’t likely to happen in the immediate future. If I’m going to finish my degree anytime soon, I need to find better ways to cope.

pulling up my Big Girl Panties and pressing on….

A point to ponder:

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Wonder what you get when you mix The Spoon Theory with the freebase pancakes

Mommy, where mine Daddy?

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I don’t know, sweetheart. Your Papaw’s at work, though.

But where mine DADDY??!!??

Not here, honey.

Hims working with Papaw?

No, sweetheart.

Oh. Okay.

This conversation brought to you by an almost 4-year old, and His Mommy. Notable mostly because he’s never MET the man responsible for his genetic contribution to my life.

Happy Birthday to Me, the early edition.

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I sent my daughter to Florida for a week with a friend. She went with my blessing, and my usual birthday monetary gift from The Folks ™. Mom gave me her World Famous Quirked Eyebrow glare, until I explained:

Are you kidding? An entire week without “Mom, I need a ride/money/sleepover” or “I [...]