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    Tuesday, August 18, 2009

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    No question.
    Posted by Cathy at 8/18/2009 10:56:00 AM
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    About me...about me...it's taken most of my life, but I like me. I love my life. I don't have enough money. I would not trade the years I've spent at home with my kids for anything. I have book ideas coming out the wazoo, and no time to finish them. I am an internet junkie. Some days I feel like my head is going to roll right off my shoulders. I am terrible at laundry. I adore my kids and I've been madly in love with my husband since 1992. My dogs used to be my kids - now they're just dogs. I put Ranch on nearly every non-sweet food there is...except fish. I used to be cool. No, really. Skinny, too. Cool and skinny and hot. One time the basketball team at our college stood in line to shake my boyfriend's hand just because he was with me. Whatever, it's true. The boyfriend even married me. Thanks for stopping by. Leave me a comment and stop back soon!
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