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It is week three of summer vacation and I came up with a project to keep my girls busy for a little while…and me too…plus we have new shoes to wear and what girl doesn’t like new shoes?
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I am a creative person. I have a flair for decorating, I can plan and cook a gourmet meal and I am wicked with the hot glue gun, so when presented with a problem, I
can pull out all the stops and come up with an ingenious solution.
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Once upon a time, there was a little girl named, Bunny. Her parents moved her to the country, without a thought to asking her if she wanted to go, and made her live in a house that had no neighbors to play with, no paved streets to ride her bike on
and that had an army of bugs always on the ready to attack. When she moved to the country, she was
afraid of dogs and horse, but her parents felt the need to fill the house, yard
and pasture with a lot of these…
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I have always been worried about home security, not so much when I’m not at home, but more when we are all home and it is the dead of night. I worry about burglars, bad guys and meth heads breaking into our
house. We have an alarm system that
religiously gets set every night before we go to bed…and we have a dog…a dog
that has a strong heritage of German watch dog in him.
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I am an open-minded person and accepting of all things. I don’t judge people for their beliefs in religion, child rearing or interior decorating tastes. Partly, because I don’t want to be judged, but mainly because I just don’t care whether they have a baby blue
couch sitting on a pale pink carpet with a ducky border in their living room.
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I love spas. I love facials and massages and manicures and pedicures. I love the Zen feeling you get when you walk into a spa and are handed a cool glass of water with the floating lemon
slices. The calming harp music
always makes me more aware that I need less stress in my life and more
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I am a lawyer…kind of. In the interest of full disclosure, I must admit I have never practiced. Not a day. It’s not because I couldn’t find a
job…I didn’t even look. It’s not
because I didn’t get good grades…United Missouri Bank (UMB) thought I had a
promising career in estate planning.
It’s because I wanted to be a lawyer…but I didn’t want to be a lawyer.…
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When I was growing up, my Dad had a rule in our house, when you move away after college; you have to live outside a 500-mile radius of home. OK…don’t ask, but I will say
that when I eventually did move away from home, I did manage to move just
outside the 500-mile radius. The
funny thing was, as soon as I did, Daddy asked me when I was going to move
home. So much for house rules.
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I have never had a dog before. Until the scrawniest, scraggliest, mutt showed up on our doorstep right before Thanksgiving.
Evidently, he followed Elle home one afternoon and refused to leave our
front porch. I told Elle to leave
him alone and he would leave. But
all evening he sat in front of our door and wouldn’t leave. Every time we would tiptoe to the door
and look through the glass, the saddest brown eyes…
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