Decisions, decisions.

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So...I've decided it's not really fair that Instagram is not available for flip-phones. Or my regular camera for pictures downloaded to my computer. Boo.

I have also decided the following:
Knives cut. Because they are very sharp. My thumb can testify to this.

Pictures of me can be very deceiving...especially those taken on our trip to the coast with Miguel's family. Do not believe all it tells you. i.e., I do not, in real life, resemble a beached sea lion. The camera lies. Constantly.

I am pretty good at Sudoku. In fact, I'm awesome at it. The easy level, that is. But I have one question; why is the number 8 so aggrivating? I just don't like that number. Any time I go to write it in it's teeny tiny square, I groan inwardly.

Dani and B-Man's baby Alexa is pretty much the chunkiest, sweetest, cuddliest baby girl ever. She loves me. A lot.

35 is not old. Right? RIGHT?! Michael --- do not speak.

Having a puppy again is...an adventure. To say the least.

I'm not racist, I just don't like Mexican Mocha.

Parenting With Love and Logic is not to be taken lightly. Especially when you have to logically remind yourself that you really love your children so that you don't go completely crazy.

Tootsie Pops are magical.




Comments

The Raguskus Family said…
I love your randomness! It always makes me smile. Miss you Friend!!!
July 30, 2012 at 11:22 PM
Valerie said…
Hi. I love you.
July 31, 2012 at 8:36 AM
Emily said…
You make me laugh :)
July 31, 2012 at 10:53 AM
Jesika said…
I.Love.YOU!! xoxo
August 15, 2012 at 5:05 PM
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