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    I love you, Lee!

    When Hollywood depicts birth, the mother is usually yelling and screaming while hitting her husband, “You did this to me!!!!” That has never been the case for us. With each of our three children, I’ve fallen more deeply in love with Lee than words can describe. This recent situation for…

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    Kids ‘N Pets

    I have to write about my all-time favorite cleaning product, Kids ‘N Pets, All-Purpose. It comes in a giant squirt bottle, and I buy mine at Walmart. Carpets: When my potty training kids or dog go on the carpet or mattress, you just blot up what you can and then…

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    Warning – Sinners are Here!

    I wrote this in response to what has been happening in the news regarding our church. Many people have said that the church should have made it more clear about what happened recently. Maybe in response, the church should do a mass mailing to the city of Indianapolis, something like…

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    Starting with One

    For my dear friend, who I hope reads it! 🙂 Living in a bubbleNothing getting inI’m on my ownJust me and myself *pop* it’s gonepeople are hurtingcrying, groaning, paineverywhere, everywhere I am a mortalI can’t healor mendor fix – anything! Stuck in one spotLeft to my own thoughtsMy own worriesMy…

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    Getting from here to way over there…

    I have a tendancy in conversation to change the topic randomly. Although it might seem completely unrelated, it isn’t. So I’m ganna show you how it works. I won’t edit my thoughts at all. I’ll just go with the flow. Here goes: I just took an online typing speed test…

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    “There’s No Place Like…”

    Last night we had quite the thunderstorm. The light show started about an hour ahead of the rain. Nathan, my one-year-old, woke up saying, “Ma Ma!” and wanted to look out the window. He must take after his daddy – he was fascinated. “Dight! Ooooh!” I brought him to bed…

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    And the writing continues…

    Last week I ran across a box filled with all of my old journals. The excessive habit started when I was 8 with my first diary. I wrote about wanting a Cabbage Patch for Christmas and the woes of not sitting next to my best friend in class anymore. The…