Teleblog

Birthday boy, 14-yrs.-old.
Stop.

Two years in a row not spent with my son on his special day.
Stop.

Makes me sad.
Stop.

Makes me feel old.
Stop.

Better not be a pattern forming.
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He asked for an iPod nano.
Stop.

Loved his super-sized iPod = CD Walkman.
Stop.

Knows his parents are broke.
Stop.

Loves us anyhow.
Stop.

Thank God everyday for great kids.
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School at Second City.
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I love it.
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First day got homework.
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Need to get on that soon.
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My teacher blogs.
Stop.

Stay tuned for her link, coming soon to a blog near you.
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Staying at my mother’s house.
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She is driving me crazy.
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Her birthday is tomorrow.
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She will be older than dirt.
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Wrinkled dirt.
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Thankful to be with her on her special day.
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Thank God everyday for insane mom.
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Freelance deadlines sneaking up.
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Just got word, 18 stories of mine have been approved to be in a book.
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Mr. Lane whining about having to take care of our children while I’m away.
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I married a big baby.
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His whining makes me smile.
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Kids must get that from him.
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Paybacks are a bitch.
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Thank God everyday for husband, whining or not.
Stop.