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He Makes Me Proud
Today I literally burst {into tears} with pride at the man my husband is. LITERALLY. I had to go into the office this morning to get a contract signed on a house. But my key that was loaned out a little while ago had not been returned. Forgetting about this until I was attempting to…
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Clean Up. Clean Out.
Sometimes in life we get lazy about stuff. We don’t pay this or don’t do our taxes, for say a year or two. Things start to slide and then all of a sudden the house is a mess and nothing is working as well as it could be. Life gets bogged down in the things…
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An accidental exploration of blog post titles.
Sometimes making a title up for a blog post is the hardest bit, don’t you think? And not from a seo standpoint. Or in a wow, that’ll get them in way. But in a how the heck do I describe all the stuff I wrote with just one short, snappy sentence. How the heck is…
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Uniquely You or Not
Sometimes I feel like a full and whole expression of myself. It’s like the perfect storm of me. Everything comes together, who I am just shines from my face and am words. People can point and say, that’s me. On a page. I still remember my friend Jojo saying to me that when she read…
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They Work Out {She Wore What}
My siblings have been pretty darn instrumental to getting me in shape. My brother was the one that challenged me to set a date for the couch to 5km program. And when I’d finished that {barely!} my sister, Amanda Claire, was insistent I join the gym with her. Since then my confidence in what my body can do and…
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Buried Under Skirts
I tried to sort through some of my clothes. Having recently sold a bunch on eBay and donated two baskets full I thought this would be a simple thing. It turns out. I still have a lot of clothes. But not many. It’s the weirdest thing. I was sorting through the clothes thinking skirt, skirt,…
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My Husband hides candy.
He’s a ferrety ferret, a hider of sweet things. He’s like a crack addict for lollies, sweets, desserts and candies. He’s a sugar addict pre-rehab. He works hard, so the calories burn off him. Mostly. So even though I’m not too fond of that sugary stuff, I let him be. I’ve taken it out of…
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Grouchy
So it turns out I have moved on from cranky to a hormonal grouchy. At least this explains a lot. The whole the sky is falling feeling of last week is lifting and I’m feeling more myself. Laughing more. Less weighed down. What a relief. I haven’t suffered a major bout of depression in almost 10 years.…
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Pastel & Floral & More {She Wore What}
This post started out like any other. Except any other outfit posts when my Hubby isn’t home and I whip out the tripod. That sort of any other. I had this outfit hanging on a hook since I realised that the pink skinny ASOS Curve jeans I’d picked up from Tabitha’s online garage sale finally…
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My Robe Room
I am a dink. I’d love not to be, but I am. I am a dink with a spacious 5 bedrooms home in the ‘burbs. Looking at the baskets of clothes I have lined up in my half of the walk-in wardrobe I knew there had to be a better way. Without kicking hubby out,…