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It's my life right? That's what I used to think. Technically, I guess it still is my life only it's kinda been hijacked. I love my family, my husband, my kids, my friends, my neighborhood and my life. I am BLESSED. Yet I still need an outlet and this is it. When I am mad, I write about it. When I am happy I write about that too. And in the end I usually laugh about the past and the post. My kids have taken over my time, my money and my heart. It’s just what happens.
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Heather, Your stories are too amazing for me to fully comprehend in one reading! I laugh and I feel my jaw drop and I take deep breaths, waiting for the next incredible event. I will re-read!
I think I wish I were there...except for the staying up until 4 in the morning!!
miss you all.
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