
12 years ago my world was flipped inside out. Nothing’s been the same since I met you. 12 years I’ve watched you grow to fit your spirit. I’ve wiped, wrapped, tucked, dressed, cuddled, kissed, tickled and loved you from head to toe. From red sparkly shoes and an endless parade of tutus to jeans and [...]
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by frannybolsa on February 21, 2011
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This is Rocky. We had quality time today. Well, not really. He naps all day. I am chopped liver. I’m not the Girl Wonder. I’m good for potty runs and dinner. And sometimes a slice of cheese.
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by frannybolsa on February 20, 2011
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All I set out to do was go to Lowes for paint samples. I was not prepared to fall down the rabbit hole. They were just standing there. Waiting. Like dealers on a corner. Dealers in knees socks and brown dresses. All toothy grins and pigtails. I smiled and shared a hello. All politeness like [...]
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A one week away from being 12 years old Girl Wonder is exercising her hormones and trying my patience. The hormones zip through the air like the evil flying monkeys on Wizard of Oz. Holy Crap, if you plan on coming through my front door tonight I suggest you come in crawling. The red shirt [...]
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by frannybolsa on February 12, 2011
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You know you’re kinda redneck when you still have Christmas garland on the front of the house in February. And you think it would look even better with little sparkly white lights. And you can see the 2 recycling bins that still need to be put back where they belong. On another note… it hi [...]
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by frannybolsa on February 2, 2011
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Ihad3cupsfcoffeetodayIslammedthemdownlikecheaptequilaandwowIstillcan’t stoptalkingandtalkingandsinginI’mhavingsomuchfunsingingsongslikeGirls JustWannhavefunanddancingIreallywanttodanceonmytippytoesandit wouldbeevenbetterifIhadatwirlyskirtcausethenIcouldtwirlandswirl whodoesn’tlikeaswirlytwirlyskirtandmyeyesfeellikegignaticbugeyes andkindatwitchyandIswearIcanfeelmyhairgrowingtoobadIcan’t getmyboobstogrow and I need to cook dinner but don’t think I can be trusted with a knife
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