the dog lying at my feet - paws in the air, head hanging to the side while I rub her belly with my foot.
changing the title of an older blog post because I have noticed that people find this page by doing a search of the term "girls gone wild" (which was the title of a post - but a perfectly innocent post about little girls having dance party fun). I hate to sound like a snob but I don't think these are the kind of people I want finding my blog. Not now - not ever. So the title has been changed to something much less likely to lure bad people to my pages.
9 eight year old girls attending a Rock Star birthday party in your own home. Seriously if you need a dose or real-life drama spend time with a group (two or three just can't do justice to the experience) pre-adolescent girls. There's laughing and crying and screaming and jumping and boy talk and competition. Really it is all-emcompassing and must be personally experienced. WARNING - may lead to extreme crabiness during the aftermath and clean-up.
getting a little nervous about not having a job even though this has been an ongoing issue of choice and nothing new and yet the motivation to look for said job is severly lacking.
Yep, that's reality...
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