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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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What a strange, wonderful world it is… Almost forty years after I sat in a darkened room for two hours, listening to music, hoping for yet fearing my very first kiss from the boy sitting next to me – a kiss that never materialized because we were both too shy to talk, much less kiss – I impulsively…
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XM Radio Antenna on my (dirty) car… Frankie had his first… Charly can still move when he wants to! See his ears flapping? This used to be a creek/marsh area…construction (now-abandoned) and the drought have taken a toll, but there are still a few blooms attracting insects and Frankie is like a kid in…
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TG is really and truly a college student now, surrounded with college and all things college-related. By the time I got home from work yesterday, she had her things packed and ready to go. She had even tidied up her bedroom! Daniel and his friend Austin met us at her dorm and helped us get her…
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My friend Darla's daughter finished up two weeks of summer camp in East Texas today. Another friend, Patti, offered to let her spend last night at her lakehouse near the camp so she wouldn't have to make such a long drive first thing this morning. Darla invited me to go along just for fun. Heck, yes!…
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When I said those words twenty-seven years ago today, I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. How can you, when you're just twenty-three years old? It's such a leap of faith, marriage is…it's saying "come hell or high water, come arguments about bratty kids and light fixtures or stress about sick kids…
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It rained this afternoon! Not just a wimpy sprinkling, mind you, but a vigorous, committed downpour preceded by wind, thunder and everything! We could hear it in the house…like music to our ears. It didn't last long, but it stretched to other parched areas. My friend Nancy called from her place southeast of San Antonio…
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Considering that nine months ago it was November – a month that can get pretty cold even here in Texas – it's no surprise that my August calendar is dotted with names (wink, wink!) It's been tough to keep up with them! Now, I don't really follow horoscopes or any of that, but according to…
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I'm happy to report that Tom's back seems much better today – at least that's what he's telling me. But knowing how stubborn he is, I wouldn't be surprised if it's still hurtin' like hell, but he just refuses to baby it any longer…not when he's in the mood to "get something done around here." It worries me,…
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With Charly getting older and older, it keeps coming up… should we get a puppy? I've always heard that the best puppy trainer is an old dog…they can teach the boundaries, rules of the household, and the alpha order much better than humans. Charly certainly did an awesome job with Max. But…I still hesitate getting a puppy right…
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"You dyed your hair blonde! Are you trying to look like Tamara?" It had been twenty years since we graduated from high school, but to this guy, Tamara was still the standard of perfection. And, no, I did NOT dye my hair blonde so that I would look like Tamara. Geez. I don't hold a grudge…
Long Hollow 