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Reason 47562 I hate help…

Reason 47562 I hate help…

Two weeks ago: “Oh my God!” I exclaimed as I grabbed my head in my hands. “I have so much to do and I don’t even know where to start.” I started to nervously rattle off my to-do list to my annoyingly calm husband. “Why don’t you give me some stuff to do? I can help you, you know.” I rolled my eyes. “Like with what?” “For starters, why don’t you show me how to submit insurance claims? I’ll handle…

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A fine line….

A fine line….

“Ew…” I gawked at the orange my husband was peeling over the sink. “What’s up with that?” “I know.” He scrunched up his face. “I’m not sure. It’s really discolored.” I picked up a piece and examined it.  It was orange on the bottom but a dark red, almost maroon  color on the top. “Do you think it’s okay?” “I don’t know.  Here,” he handed me a piece. “Try it.” “I’m not trying it. You try it.” “We’ll do it together.”…

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How falling down made me learn about people

How falling down made me learn about people

I fell on my way to work on Wednesday morning, right outside my house. We have only one step. But yet, somehow, I missed it. When I went down, I went down hard! I skinned my knee and figured that was the extent of my injuries. I continued onward to my office. As I drove the hour plus commute my left foot started to throb. I ignored it. Then I started getting shooting pains in it. “I’ll be fine when…

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How eliminating TV is responsible for my author life

How eliminating TV is responsible for my author life

I was scrolling through Facebook about a week ago and several of my friends posted this same meme from TryLife. It read: “You’ve been kidnapped. The characters from the last TV show you watched are mounting a rescue. Who’s coming to save you?” As I read everyone’s answers, I scratched my head trying to figure out who their heroes were. Almost all the names were unrecognizable to me. Then something hit me. I realized if this was real life I…

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You got to have friends…

You got to have friends…

“I’m worried about Cole,” I said to my husband as we drove to Costco. “Huh?” He asked absentmindedly. “I think he may be losing his job?” “Who?” With a little more outrage then was probably needed, I replied, “Cole.” “Paul?” He asked, confused. “I thought he had his own business.” “Who?” “Paul. Your cousin… Didn’t you just say you were worried about him?” “No, I said I was worried about Cole. I think he may be losing his job. And…

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