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“Hokey Pokey”
I am a klutz. I was a klutz growing up. I am a klutz now. Enter my worst nightmare: growing up during the roller skating era. This was before rollerblades. Before rollerblades became replaced with...
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It’s A Jungle Out There
I cannot resist Critters on my shirts and skirts My shoes are jealous* I did not even realize that most of my outfits lately have revolved around critters. Or creatures. Or things with faces on them,...
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Cookie Butter Oatmeal Cookies
A tasty friendship Cookie butter and oatmeal Together at last So, cookie butter in cookies? Oh, yes. Honestly, this cookie dough could be eaten by itself without the addition of chocolate. But if I am...
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Happy Thanksgiving!
Turkey and stuffing Giving thanks over gravy Why won’t my jeans close? In lieu of my usual “It’s The Little Things” today, I will be updating sporadically throughout today with things I am grateful...
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Keepin’ It Real: November 2013
Unflattering pics Recipe mishaps and slips It’s just me, Jenni November, where did you go? Please come back. I am not ready for December. No. No. No. I need more time to plan. To prepare. To enjoy....
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Snail Trails
I was expecting a package today and as I walked towards our mail box, I studied the sidewalk along the way. The military-haircut styling of the green grass along every lawn upon our block looked stiff...
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Say What?!
I was at the supermarket. Where I seem to be. Every day. Because I inevitably forgot to pick up something for dinner. On this particular trip, I needed a cart. I guess I had forgotten several...
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“Oh”
I was thinking the other night of stories. As I often do. Alone in the dark. Mind racing. The night was dominated by Silence. It became a casual audience to the rustling of my inner thoughts. And I...
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Time
When I think of aging. Of age. Of the number of years in which I have opened my eyes each morning, it seems but just a brief moment. As if all my life could be catalogued before I even blink my eyes....
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The Time I Met A Fairy Tale
I am about to tell you a tale. It is up to you to decide what to make of it. Everything in this story is true. And for the past seventeen years there have been moments where I have questioned the...
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