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It’s a Hairy Situation (And Other Random Things.)
In October, I wrote about how I wanted to grow my hair out again. I was going to chronicle the length each month, but as you might have guessed… I forgot about it. But then this morning as I decided to wear my hair down for the first time in… a long time, I realized that it’s grown a bit and that I hadn’t done any hair-posts for a while. I’m sure you’re all excited about this post. Because my hair is just THAT important to you all. 😉 I also realized that my hair is indomitably straight- straighter than I remembered, seeing as how I’ve been wearing it up…
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And when I stop to think, I find there’s more to be thankful for every year.
I am thankful for the little things, and the big things. I  am thankful for my nieces. For my soon-to-be nephew. I am thankful for my family that lives far away. I am thankful for finally being able to  live at home, And for being able to cuddle with my animal after over three months of severe allergic reactions. I am thankful for the early, early snow. I am thankful for many, many, many blankets. Also, for the working furnace, the eradication of rats in the ductwork, and the pellet stove. And warm socks. I am thankful for my best friend. For our text messaging late at night, And random conversations…
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Because I Will Never Be A Thief
So most people know that if they ever want to set fire to something, I am not the person they should call on for help, because I suck at starting things on fire. Seriously. I can’t even get a cigarette lighter lit. Nor can I set fire to a fire-starter log, which is made out of extremely flammable material. So everyone pretty much knows that. But if you ever want to rob a house, yeah… don’t call me to help you, because I will find the one thing to knock over, and it will make the loudest noise you could possibly make in the middle of the night. Oh, and…
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I Was Born On Her Birthday
My dad’s mom is one of the most precious people in my life. I love my grandma Helen to death; I was born on her birthday, April 27th, and share her middle name. With every letter she writes me (and there would be more if I was more consistent in writing back), she includes a Daily Bread page (a little prayer-journal type pamphlet with a thought/verse/story for every day of each month). Her letters are sometimes hard to read, increasingly so the older she gets. I cannot imagine life without Grandma. But she recently had a slight scare at the hospital- to us, it was tense, as we live so…