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What if I never learn to cook?
Poor, Freddy. That’s my fiancé’s name. I tell you that despite my no-name policy for no other reason than this: He’s marrying me and will probably need some sympathy along the way – this way you can sympathize with him more directly. You might think that I am being too critical, but I’m sure of it. Particularly…
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Writers are a different breed.
Single, young writers – they’re nothing special. A dime a dozen, if I had to guess. They might charm you with their wit and tone but what obstacles do they come across in their thought and deliverance? No, a single, young writer is merely an athletic grade school child – holding promise for a period…
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Different Types of Noise
When you live or work in constant noise, it becomes a dull hum to you. Every once in a while you might absent mindedly tune in to realize that your environment really is quite loud, but more often than not, you are immune to the sound. Even though you don’t hear it, however, it has…
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Love His Plan
Enjoy Living in the Now. Act Spontaneously. Embrace the Unknown. Love His plan. It’s only April but this year has kept me running from day one (not in the marathon or even 5-k sense of the word, but you get my drift). As proof of constant movement, I am very happy to announce that I have…
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2010 in review – Thank you to all of the passers-by!
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health: The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow. Crunchy numbers A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 3,200 times in 2010. That’s about 8 full 747s. In…
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She's a Simple Girl.
I think that I’m simple. In fact, I think that I was raised to be simple. By saying that, I mean to say that I was raised to appreciate what I have over what I want, to be gracious in my circumstances, to take pride in living debt free, yada yada: Simple. I wonder when…
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Transmission = Permission
I drive a black 1999 Ford Taurus. She’s done me right since I was 16 years old but as of late, she’s been acting a little funny. Today, I took her in and talked to a gentlemen who gave me the diagnosis I thought to mention but to which I did not want to commit:…
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