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http://blog.myspace.com/thepeachpages

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You can't wash stress from your hair.It's a rare day when my boys are home alone. It's even rarer when their behavior is such that I feel a compulsive need to wring their little necks (they aren't that little), even from the workplace.The phone called was filled with a sense of urgency."Mama!""Yes, Butter.""A man in a tan truck pulled up in front of the house and parked his car right in front of

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This morning before church, I took the Butter on a little jaunt to the grocery store to fetch the necessities for breakfast. (Ok, I was craving bacon. Sue me.)While there, we seperated at the deli section so that I could grab some soup for supper and he could fill up two Bladder Busters for the ride home.I perused the soup aisle for some tomato yumminess (the only thing that goes with grilled

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On a whim, the Butter decided to venture into the black hole we call a garage on a quest for old books. He hauled in a rectangular-shaped box full of paperbacks and proceeded to dump them in the family room. Between squeals of delight, he'd often often fall silent, reading the back cover of a dog-eared novel or thumbing through an old Star Wars fiction.When he found the books he wanted to read,

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On clear days, I often sit in my family room and gaze out the window at the Catalina Mountains that rise to the north of Tucson. Where my house located, I can stand in the front yard and see all the way to the other side of the city and beyond, if I look to the west.However, if I look north, the mountains obstruct my view and I cannot see beyond the towering peaks to the other side. I know

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I took a break from writing recently. It wasn't because of banner ads on journals since I keep a seperate blog over on AOL. (I didn't write there, either)It wasn't because I'd lost my touch with the written word, nor was I in some was disenchanted with the whole experience of making prose out of the substantial matter between my ears.It wasn't because I didn't care about the people who read me.

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My husband has a pat answer for just about anything. His favorite is the "you don't know what you're talking about" quip that for some reason, just rubs me the wrong way.Granted, I do sometimes speak from my rear end about many issues. I have a certain gift of bs that I use often when a topic comes up that I know nothing about. I'm blessed that way.However, when it comes to kids these days,

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For fourteen years, I wondered what I would do if my parents ever came to visit me.This past Christmas, I found out.First, I was overjoyed, over the moon and then, overwhelmed. The pending arrival of one's mother can often cause anxiety, especially if said mother doesn't visit often, or in my case, for 13 years. My father had never been to any of my homes.In the days preceeding their flight, I

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This is going to sound really newbie-like, but I need some code help.If you're viewing this through IE (Or AOL) chances are, the sidebar has dropped to the bottom. (Right hand side.)I've gone over the code a hundred times and can't figure out why it's dropping or why there's a line around the whole blog. Anyone have any ideas that might fix this?Thanks!

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Every year around this time, I write a letter to my dear friend Kristin to let her in on the happenings in my life since I saw her last. I usually write it about the same time every year; her birthday.Dear Kristin,Eight years.That's how long it's been since you died. You'd have turned 23 yesterday, had you been here with us. Instead of a celebration, the day was marked with a small prayer and

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It seems to me that there's a town in Georgia that's missing their idiot.Nope, wait, I think they found her.Thirty-seven year old Lisa Clark slept with a 15 year old boy and decided it was love. She also suggested the relationship was born because the child seduced her. In otherwords, the "victim" isn't really a victim at all. Or so she says.Hello... last I looked, it was called pedophilia,

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This is not redemption!California governor Arnold Schwarzenegger denied Stanley "Tookie" Williams clemency this afternoon, citing, "Without an apology and atonement for these senseless and brutal killings," Schwarzenegger wrote, "there can be no redemption. In this case, the one thing

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It was the cough heard round the world. Actually, it was the cough that was heard in the kitchen, but I spent the majority of my time there yesterday so it is my world.The white skin, beyond the normal paleness the boy exhibits, was frightening to behold. His eyes were red rimmed, oozing and nearly closed when he stumbled into the room."Mom, I don't feel so good," he said."You don't look

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5:43 am.I sat bolt-upright in bed, a spicy scent hanging in the room had awakened me and I immediately don my slippers and shuffle quickly out into the darkened hallway. As I gaze into the kitchen, I realize I'd once again missed him as he left for work.In the early years, I was used to waking up alone. He was gone for long stretches of time on a submarine and I'd become accustomed to the

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In a daring nighttime raid, the Elite North Pole Guard was successful in capturing the the suspect responsble for the heinous mauling of Woodland Santa. Footage shown here (courtesy of the North Pole edition of COPS) shows the suspect in custody.Mr. Scout was apprehended red-handed while attacking Old Santa in his chair facing the Catalina Mountains through the scenic picture window. Scout put up

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Suspect #4 is another Army dog. Ellie has no known history of criminal activity, but that doesn't exclude her from scrutiny. If she didn't perform this heinous act, there's a serious possibility that she knows who did. She probably just doesn't care.

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Suspect # 3 is the Army dog. Scout was rescued last year from a shelther in Ventura County, California after an unfortunate dumping by his human mother. Scout is being cared for until January until his soldier father can reclaim him. He's docile, but has a history of chewing things he shouldn't. Lately, Scout has been rumored to be under the influence of drugs. He is currently taking

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Suspect #2 is a miniature schnauzer named Sadie. She is seen here disguised as Benji. She is known for yanking the stuff ing from various plush toys. She is considered armed (sharp teeth) and loud. Approach her with caution.

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Suspect #1: Casey, six year-old boxer seen eating a bar of Ivory soap shortly after crime was committed. Was he trying to clean himself up? Was he trying to get rid of the evidence? The investigation is continuing as officers scour the area looking for possible accomplices.

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These are undedited crime scene photos just in from the North Pole Police Department. Investigators declined to be interviewed but said they would release photos of possible suspects within the next thirty minutes. Stay tuned.

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Warning: This is a picture of a crime scene. It is not for the faint of heart. Tonight I stumbled upon a gruesome discovery; a collectible Santa lying face down on the carpet, not moving. I scoured the crime scene, looking for clues, to no avail. I alerted the North Pole Police Department and through a series here on The Peach Pages, we'll discover what happened to Woodland Santa. If you or

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It felt like a Monday. Slow to rise, even slower to get out of the house to get the kids to school and then make it to work on time. But, the mood was good and hope and anticipation was in the air.In nearly one fell swoop, the entire Christmas season went to hell in a handbasket. At least, that's how it feels. " He collided with another student playing flag football. I didn't want to hurt

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I'm beginning to feel the twinges of anxiety associated with the impending arrival of family for the holidays.I'll put it into perspective, lest someone think I'm off my rocker for no reason; my parents are coming.My mother and father in-love are coming, too. But, hey, they've been here several times and frankly, I'm used to having them around during the holidays. Heck, it's just wrong when they

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I love the holidays. It brings out a particular nasty in people.See how pretty my yard looks? It's the desert, so there's really not much to see. We'd do landscaping if we owned the house, but alas, we're renters. We just keep it cleaned up and try to put out flowers from time to time in the hopes the javalina won't eat them.The reason I'm showing this picture is simple; I want to show what the

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I cut myself shredding cheese. Oh, I know you can buy it already shredded into little slivers of yummy, but for two bucks less, I can do it myself and sustain an injury in the process. Ever notice how when you hurt yourself, there's always someone around to tell you that you should have done things differently? Ever notice how when they start talking about what a klutz you are, you want to punt

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OK. I've been yakking away forever about ways to help kids grow up to be smart, self-assured adults. I don't think I've addressed the fact that it's hard. Oh, so hard. Very, very hard.Sure, it's easy enough to tell the world about how to parent children between birth and 12 years. After all, we think we've been pretty successful with the Big Guy since he made it to 13 and isn't playing naked in

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They were leaving the house when the truck pulled in the driveway. Inside was their son and daughter-lin-law and they were gesturing wildly." Go back inside!", they shouted. "Come out the front door!"The couple shook their heads as they turned around and walked into the house, thinking that the two out front had lost their minds. Maybe they've brought us something, they thought. It was like

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This past weekend, Butter finished reading To Kill A Mockingbird. Not bad for an 11 year-old who used to read books called, "The Adventures of Super Diaper Baby."He happens to come from a genetic line of readers. His father and I are avid readers who happen to boast a library of over 400 books. Most in paperback, most in boxes and none currently residing in a library that we own. But, that's

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He was acting defiant and getting a little mouthy. He was testing out his rebellious streak by stomping his feet, slumping his shoulders and stubbornly refusing to perform the simple task I had asked of him.As he slammed the cupboards while putting away the dishes, I started to walk away, leaving him to angrily finish his chore. I had barely moved five feet when he said, "I'm sick of you telling

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This morning, I got the boys up early and we headed out for our drive around Tucson. We were looking for the elusive bargain at the various yard sales in town.I'm quite adept at going from house to house and bartering my way into bringing home wonderful things such as today's finds: a gorgeous set of lamps (sans shades) for free, a cereal keeper and a ceramic Christmas tree.I spent more on the

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For 35 years, I've walked this earth. And for 35 years, I wasn't really witness to any sort of crime, save one. I wasn't really a witness to that one, but I did spend months cleaning up the blood at the crime scene, if that's any indication of exactly what crime was committed.But for some reason, this must be my year of discovery.I can look at graffiti and determine whether it's a tagging crew

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Nearly everyday, I am called a name. Usually, it's not meant jokingly and usually, it's a female dog.I normally don't mind, since there are days where that particular term can apply. However, when I am doing my job, reminding a teenager about a missed test, an upcoming quiz, the importance of attending school and about how the real world doesn't give a rat's ass if you "stayed out all night

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Since I am moving in, I thought I'd repost something from my other journal, The Peach Pages on AOL. (There should be a link somewhere on this page to that particular journal.)Anyhow, here's my recent favorite entry.Choose The RoadI remember vividly the moment the Easy button appeared in front of me.The Big Guy was standing next to me in the checkout line admiring the array of confections

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Well folks, I suppose it was time to make the trek to Blogspot.I've got a box of thought ready to unpack but first I'm going to kick back and check out what everyone else is doing about the stupid banners that were forced on us by AOL.I am hoping that this will be temporary. If there aren't changes, I'm hoping that new folks who stumble on this journal will find a happy home and stick around to

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