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37 years
37 years of treading.
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37 years of seeing.
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37 years of participating.
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32 years of being hard as a rock.
5 years of stretching, shrinking, and incubating.
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34 years of being barely there.
3 years of doing what they were made to do.
Ridiculously random updates- the meat edition.
It’s time for another round of ridiculously random updates. So here are some things that I may or may not have remembered to tell you about. Seriously… I don’t remember… pregnancy brain is a very real thing.
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If I weren’t a heathen, I would prepare for the Rapture like this:
First, let me say this to my Christian readers who believe the words of Harold Egbert Camping :
I will miss you.
I have truly loved having you as readers, and though I’m sure we’ve been on opposite sides of the fence at some point, I still wish you the best. Rapture. Ever.
It’s the day of the birth, ya’ll.
No… not Jesus…
ME.
Me. ME. ME!
Thirty- six… I mean, twenty-nine years ago, I came mewling into the world. And the world became a better place.
I’m taking the day off.
So, for my present… read some good stuff from my archives. And read it in your birthday suit, to celebrate my birth.
Happy Birthday To Me.
Today is my birthday. Birthday’s are different once you get older, get married, and become a parent. I have two loads of laundry waiting for me. I have to pack for our holiday trip, and the floor desperately needs a good mopping. Not to mention, Bam Bam just dumped the dog’s water bowl out onto the kitchen floor- not kidding, gotta go…
