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Thirty-nine years ago today, I was born. It seems very strange. I don’t feel like I’ve lived long enough, have enough authority to be, or have enough experience to claim thirty-nine years. I remember when my parents were my age, and they seemed completely in control, larger than life, in charge, and in authority. Inside, I often feel none of those things, and I wonder if my parents felt the same way as they approached landmark years.
Wordless Wednesday: Next Stop, Abu Dhabi & Gregg’s Arms
Wordless Wednesday Post
Wordless Wednesday: The Greatest of These
Wordless Wednesday post.
Showing 1/4 Inch Who’s Boss
If you remember my Wordless Wednesday from last week, we got a new refrigerator delivered on Tuesday. We actually purchased the fridge in the beginning of August, but they were out of stock and we had to wait for delivery. Gregg measured the fridge, and he and my dad spent a day one weekend cutting the cupboard above the refrigerator to fit the measurements of the new fridge.
Only, it didn’t fit. By 1/4 inch.
Projecting Self Respect
I started to make this a glib Facebook status, but decided instead that my little mini-rant could actually be a blog post.
Out with the Old…
The calendar I have hanging on my refrigerator is an academic year calendar, which means that it runs from July through June. The only reason for this is because we closed on and moved into our house on July 2nd. By June, I’m antsy to start putting together a new one.
Wow, What a Week!
Those of you who know me know that I don’t get emotional often. But this hit me so hard and I just started crying. I had to turn away and busy myself just to get a handle on it.

















