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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. : who is homeless
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. Once, when I was in 9th grade I wrote a "research paper". It was the first research paper I ever wrote. I used the card catalog in the Pleasant Grove Junior High school library to find books. Using the dewey decimal system). I am sure that my carefully gathered facts from outdated, not peer reviewed journals and books are long past outdated (That was 19 years ago. . . . but that is beside the point). Now I am homeless. They just aren't MY home. It is hard moving.
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. : November 2013
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. Who are busy. . . . and not blogging. I used to have a blog. It was my therapy and outlet. It was also read, in its entirety, by my mother-in-law, before she ever met me. It is a miracle she let me date her son, let alone marry him. I do his laundry now, instead of her, so I guess she saw it as a fair trade off. I used to update my blog when I had a free evening. Now, I think to myself: Free evening? And, on the off chance that I do have a free evening I. Ignore ever...
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. : 20.5
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. Right now I am liking the number 26.2 a lot more than 20.5. 205 is the number of days I have left to teach before I get married. I don't really like that number. I would much rather run 26.2 miles and deal with the physical exhaustion of a marathon than the emotional exhaustion of knowing I only have 20.5 days left of teaching. It is taking it's toll. And I haven't even told the kids I'm leaving. I know I can run 26.2 and survive and even feel good after finishing.
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. : and more girls. . . .
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. And more girls. . . . No need to change the title of the blog. . . Another girl added to this little family come November. Eric thinks that Erica is a suitable name. No offense to Erica's but it just isn't going to happen. He also thinks he needs to get a dog and a truck to now balance out what will be the onslaught of hormones in this household. He might be right. We couldn't be more excited for a baby to come to our house. Lauren and Natalie are thrilled. A gaggle ...
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. : who apparently doesn't do birthdays
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. Who apparently doesn't do birthdays. So today was Eric's birthday. Do you think I did anything nice. I mean that is what a fiance would do right? I basically had a melt-down. After I told him happy birthday of course and then burst into tears for not doing anything nice for his birthday. He did exactly what I wanted him to for my birthday. I did exactly nothing. I get home from a marathon day after it is long past dark. And then I hear his voice and I lose it. He kno...
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy.
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. I also love summer. When it is scheduled. This summer has been NONE of those things. Everything is different this summer (well I am still a control freak, that isn't different). Wasn't there some sort of slogan that said that? When I find time in my non scheduled, non-routine, non-planned and non-consistent summer to actually blog I will. . . . and then you will all be thrilled by what I have to say. Until then, here is my new, different, haircut. Make It and Love It.
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. : Yes
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. I can admit it. Being a mom is the hardest thing I have ever chosen. Sometimes I still don't feel like a mom, just Amber tring to fake my way through. And then Natalie asks me to tell her a story about Jesus because she knows that I will keep rubbing her back instead of letting her fall asleep without me by her side. Spoken like a child "you can't kinda say no to Jesus right Amber only we say no to Satan.". You can get out the easybake oven and help me with dinner.
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. : August 2013
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. I think I am going to institute a Naked Day at our house. You think I'm kidding. Eric would be all game. Really. I feel like all I do is Laundry. I just want one day where all the laundry is done! Done, as in no baskets of dirty clothes the minute that I get the clean ones put away. Also, on our Naked Day we are all going to have to just air dry, because I am DEFINITELY NOT washing any towels. They can use paper-towels to dry off if absolutely necessary. This blog is...
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. : June 2014
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All about the girls. . . . and a boy. And more girls. . . . No need to change the title of the blog. . . Another girl added to this little family come November. Eric thinks that Erica is a suitable name. No offense to Erica's but it just isn't going to happen. He also thinks he needs to get a dog and a truck to now balance out what will be the onslaught of hormones in this household. He might be right. We couldn't be more excited for a baby to come to our house. Lauren and Natalie are thrilled. This blog...
