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Preach On Brotha!

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The World As We Know It Has Come to an End!!!!

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How I'm Feeling Right Now...

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Man, satellite radio can really bring back the memories.  Haven't heard this one in years but it fits exactly how I feel at the moment.  



Remember This One?

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Summer is Coming to An End, but...

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Yesteryear Jam

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It's wonderful.....

Come On Get Happy

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Oh my Dear Ones, it has been a while, hasn't it?  So much has happened and I can't figure out if I want to put it all in one long post or several short ones.  The basic theme of all of it is happiness.  Happy to bed, happy to rise, happy to be.  First of all, I have my health.  Always good.  Check.  Next, I have a job.  Check.  Roof over my head.  Check Check.  A healthy, happy son.  Triple check.  I don't have to take the Metro.  Oh my goodness, that's a check with a double snap (back handed)!  I had it all.  At least that's what everybody thought - well, me too.  What more to ask for, except money?  A man?


Well, how about a little travel with the Gurls?


We hit up Cabo for four days.  Yup, we terrorized the town.  It'll never be the same.  And be sure you think twice before eating that popcorn at Squid Roe -- you never know whose nose it's been up!




Yup, we went in early May and the place will never be the same again.  If you ever hear a song called, "Cry…

Whatever Happened to?????

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2011 is Here. Yipee.

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I think.

There is, I suspect, a general problem with blogging while drunk ("BWD"), but in this case, since I am also trying to fight off some nasty cough-fever-hacking thing my kid has, I think I'll forgive myself.  I've been in the house now for three days and I'm kind of sick of it.  Mind you - just kind of, cause really, I like being home with my kid, my cats and my dog.  My sick mom, not so much.  I told my sister that she needs to go a convalescent home (cue scary music) and my sister told my mom.  I don't care much, even though mom isn't so keen on the idea.  I probably wouldn't be either, but I'd understand.  I guess that is the practical in me - whatever's going to work is fine with me.

Since I've realized that I'm really mad at my mother for not taking care of herself and being so in her own world, I've started to forgive myself for being mad in the first place.  I know that parents get old and that children get resentful…