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The Memory of a Drain Strainer
Tonight, I was doing the dishes after the kids were in bed. They were sleeping, Chris was working late, and the house was quiet. As it often does in times like these, my…
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Part 2: Remembering the “We”
Last weekend, we sent the kids to my mom’s for a few days. I blogged about it last week and said that Chris and I were stressed out from work and it was…
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Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy
Our goal for this weekend was to not be sad. I think we pretty much nailed it. My sister, John Michael, and Baby Tut Tut came down for the weekend to celebrate Tut…
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Happy 30th Birthday, Chris!
Dear Pookey, Welcome to your 30’s! I can’t believe that we have actually been together for half our lives now. In some ways that feels impossible. I still get butterflies when you kiss…
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Confessions About Fighting
I’m sure every marriage is different in their fighting style. Sometimes I hear girlfriend’s talk about fights they have had with their husbands, and I think, “Holy cow, that can’t be healthy!” But…
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Sweet Talking. Heartbreaking.
I haven’t posted in a while about my dad. There have been lots of reasons for that. Mostly, it’s because I don’t really like talking about it that often. I still talk to…
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8 Years, 38 Reasons
38 Reasons I love my husband… 1. Whenever he sees me trying to take the trash out, he stops and takes it from me so I don’t have to carry it outside. 2. He cleans my…
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One of THOSE Blogs
In this corner of the internet, I try to keep things real. I try to tell the truth. The whole truth. And nothing but the truth. Sometimes, that means I tell people about…
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What I Learned on a Farm
This past weekend, Bean had a birthday party for one of this classmates at a petting farm. I had never been to a petting farm before. In fact, when I got the invitation,…
