I had a really strange dream this morning. Not the usual brain processing what happened the day before, but something that really had nothing at all to do with anything going on. It was really weird.
To be fair, I usually have some pretty weird dreams, you could say my subconscious really puts an interesting spin on the day's events. Every once in a while though, I get one that just seems out of left field.
I don't know how many of you think dreams mean something other than the scientific explanation. I do think that on occasion, dreams can be messages, flashes of insight into things that are clouded and confused. Many times I have awoken from a particularly dream-filled night to find that I understand a situation better or a solution to a problem has been made clear. Other times it seems like the message is cloudy, or garbled. This dream was one of those.
Once upon a time I had an aunt who was really good at deciphering dreams. Whenever I had one that I just couldn't understand she would help me make sense of it. She didn't even have to know everything going on in my life. She would just know what it all meant.
She died this year.
So when I woke up this morning and went: "Aunt Beth will know what that meant," and then a minute later, "Oh, right. She can't give me the answers anymore." And my heart sank. And I had a moment of loss, all over again. I know many of my family are struggling with her loss. I'm sure many of her friends are, too.
I didn't live near my aunt. She wasn't part of my everyday life. But I knew she was there. She shared pictures and achievements from my cousin. Once I had kids I shared pictures and stories with her. I always thought we would have time, time to visit, time to email, time to share. And then rather suddenly it seems that time was up. So every once in a while, something pops up and I think of Beth. And then I remember she's gone.
It still hasn't really sunk in I guess. Or maybe, you never get used to losing someone. The hole they leave never really gets filled in. You just learn to walk around it.
I miss my aunt.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Sometimes I wonder...
Twelve years ago I had a very different idea of what my life would be like. Very different. Of course, 12 years ago I was still a teenager. But anyway.
I never wanted to get married. I thought marriage was old-fashioned, silly, and mostly doomed to failure. I didn't have good marriage models. As I've aged I've come to realize what a gift marriage can be, and what a privilege it is when so many in our society are denied the simple right to marry based on their choice of partner. (And aren't I funny? As I've aged. I'm really not that old...but moving on.) Anyway, here I am, married. Only recently though. We did cohabitate for quite a long time, and for a long time that was enough. But after a while I realized how much being married really meant to me, and so we went ahead with it.
I also never ever wanted to have children. I didn't like children. I didn't know what to do with them. They were strange, foreign little people that were mostly unintelligible, smelled, cried, and generally were kind of pointless. Or something like that. I really can't remember what it was about kids that put me off, but I know I didn't want them. When I was 18 I got a job working with kids and realized what fun they really were. They were so open, curious, funny, and best of all...they think you're really cool. At least for a while. So I decided I wanted kids. But I didn't want to start until I was 27. And now we have two. And I'm 27.
I thought I would be successful in some career, making decent money, maybe buying a house. Not pushing myself to finish a degree because it really did take me that long to figure out what I wanted to do. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to stay home with my kids while they're small, and I really love school. But this is not what I pictured. A small apartment, homework (mine, not theirs), a husband, being a housewife. It's just not what I imagined. And sometimes I wonder...
What would my life be like without my husband? My kids? If I had finished school when I was first out of high school? Life takes us funny places sometimes, and if I could go back in time, I would tell my 15-year-old self, it is so much better than I ever could have imagined. Maybe it's not what I thought it would be, but in so many ways, it's better.
I never wanted to get married. I thought marriage was old-fashioned, silly, and mostly doomed to failure. I didn't have good marriage models. As I've aged I've come to realize what a gift marriage can be, and what a privilege it is when so many in our society are denied the simple right to marry based on their choice of partner. (And aren't I funny? As I've aged. I'm really not that old...but moving on.) Anyway, here I am, married. Only recently though. We did cohabitate for quite a long time, and for a long time that was enough. But after a while I realized how much being married really meant to me, and so we went ahead with it.
I also never ever wanted to have children. I didn't like children. I didn't know what to do with them. They were strange, foreign little people that were mostly unintelligible, smelled, cried, and generally were kind of pointless. Or something like that. I really can't remember what it was about kids that put me off, but I know I didn't want them. When I was 18 I got a job working with kids and realized what fun they really were. They were so open, curious, funny, and best of all...they think you're really cool. At least for a while. So I decided I wanted kids. But I didn't want to start until I was 27. And now we have two. And I'm 27.
I thought I would be successful in some career, making decent money, maybe buying a house. Not pushing myself to finish a degree because it really did take me that long to figure out what I wanted to do. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to stay home with my kids while they're small, and I really love school. But this is not what I pictured. A small apartment, homework (mine, not theirs), a husband, being a housewife. It's just not what I imagined. And sometimes I wonder...
What would my life be like without my husband? My kids? If I had finished school when I was first out of high school? Life takes us funny places sometimes, and if I could go back in time, I would tell my 15-year-old self, it is so much better than I ever could have imagined. Maybe it's not what I thought it would be, but in so many ways, it's better.
Monday, June 20, 2011
I love my children, I love my children....repeat as necessary
My children are wonderful.
I love my oldest son. He is a bright, funny, curious child. He has never met a stranger. He loves everyone. He is highly active. Loves to run about, play outside, swim, climb, dig in the sand. His favorite food is any kind of pasta. He is a good kid.
I love my youngest son. He is sweet. And peaceful. And relaxed. So far he likes milk the best, but that's to be expected at 3 months. He is a good kid. A little more reserved. A little less extroverted. We're still learning about each other.
Brian has been a little bit of an extra handful this last couple of days. Not sure if it's normal 4 year old behavior or if he's just acting out on account of his big brother. I'm mighty tired of the whining, the stubborness, the outright refusal to do anything asked of him, and the newest one, "I hate you mom/dad/God". It's enough to drive anyone to drink, but I love my child.
Teddy has been his own special form of difficult the last two days. I get him to sleep, lay him down and he wakes up. Repeat several times. *sigh* He is currently asleep though, so I can't complain too much. And he's a pretty happy little guy when he is awake. So I guess I won't complain. Much.
I do love my children, I love them a lot. Right now they are driving me a little bit batty, but I do love them. Wonderful, sweet, fun, and giant pains in the rear!
I love my oldest son. He is a bright, funny, curious child. He has never met a stranger. He loves everyone. He is highly active. Loves to run about, play outside, swim, climb, dig in the sand. His favorite food is any kind of pasta. He is a good kid.
I love my youngest son. He is sweet. And peaceful. And relaxed. So far he likes milk the best, but that's to be expected at 3 months. He is a good kid. A little more reserved. A little less extroverted. We're still learning about each other.
Brian has been a little bit of an extra handful this last couple of days. Not sure if it's normal 4 year old behavior or if he's just acting out on account of his big brother. I'm mighty tired of the whining, the stubborness, the outright refusal to do anything asked of him, and the newest one, "I hate you mom/dad/God". It's enough to drive anyone to drink, but I love my child.
Teddy has been his own special form of difficult the last two days. I get him to sleep, lay him down and he wakes up. Repeat several times. *sigh* He is currently asleep though, so I can't complain too much. And he's a pretty happy little guy when he is awake. So I guess I won't complain. Much.
I do love my children, I love them a lot. Right now they are driving me a little bit batty, but I do love them. Wonderful, sweet, fun, and giant pains in the rear!
Friday, June 17, 2011
Father's Day
Father's Day is coming up on Sunday. I see a lot of people asking what they should get the fathers in their lives, watches, sports tickets, big TVs, etc. What I wonder is, haven't these men already been given the greatest gift in the whole world?
That's not to say that we don't occasionally need a break from our children or that they don't drive us crazy, but they also give us something wonderful. Children give joy, a sense of being needed, of being important and necessary. Young children think their parents are cooler than anybody else in the whole world. We're funny, we know everything, we can do anything, we are awesome. What could be more awesome than to spend the day with these little people?
I think the heavy lifting (diapers, baths, etc.) should be the purview of mom so on Father's Day he just gets to enjoy all the fun parts of being a father and somebody makes him a good dinner. I know in some households this is just a normal day, but in ours James works hard at being a father.
I know a lot of fathers on Sunday will spend the day watching TV, or golfing, or napping and not being fathers, but I think it would be wonderful if more fathers would spend the day with the little people who made them fathers in the first place. After all, if you're looking to be celebrated, there's nobody better to do that than your children.
My children are lucky. Their father changes diapers, has water gun fights, reads stories, has tickle fights, laughs at their jokes, tells them they're awesome, that he loves them. He also plays the bad guy when he has to. He is a good dad and on Father's Day we will celebrate all the wonderful things he does as a father, and he will spend the day being one. We don't do anything more special than maybe a card and I make him something special for dinner. It's enough that he knows his children love him, his wife loves him, and he's doing a good job. It doesn't cost an arm and a leg, but it is priceles.
That's not to say that we don't occasionally need a break from our children or that they don't drive us crazy, but they also give us something wonderful. Children give joy, a sense of being needed, of being important and necessary. Young children think their parents are cooler than anybody else in the whole world. We're funny, we know everything, we can do anything, we are awesome. What could be more awesome than to spend the day with these little people?
I think the heavy lifting (diapers, baths, etc.) should be the purview of mom so on Father's Day he just gets to enjoy all the fun parts of being a father and somebody makes him a good dinner. I know in some households this is just a normal day, but in ours James works hard at being a father.
I know a lot of fathers on Sunday will spend the day watching TV, or golfing, or napping and not being fathers, but I think it would be wonderful if more fathers would spend the day with the little people who made them fathers in the first place. After all, if you're looking to be celebrated, there's nobody better to do that than your children.
My children are lucky. Their father changes diapers, has water gun fights, reads stories, has tickle fights, laughs at their jokes, tells them they're awesome, that he loves them. He also plays the bad guy when he has to. He is a good dad and on Father's Day we will celebrate all the wonderful things he does as a father, and he will spend the day being one. We don't do anything more special than maybe a card and I make him something special for dinner. It's enough that he knows his children love him, his wife loves him, and he's doing a good job. It doesn't cost an arm and a leg, but it is priceles.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Three months in...no turning back.
Three months ago our second child, Teddy, was born. It's a few hours to his actual "birthday" but I'm going to write about it now because his older brother is occupied and Teddy is sleeping.
Three months ago I went in for a regular checkup, I was overdue, but didn't think I'd be having a baby that day for sure. Eight hours later (give or take) I was holding the newest member of our little family. Life changes pretty fast sometimes.
I was so excited to finally be holding Teddy, to finally meet this new little person and at the same time I felt a horrible guilt that I was taking something away from our older son, Brian. Brian himself showed some significant reticence towards his new brother. In the hospital he wouldn't look at him, hold him, nothing.
It's gotten better since we've been home. He has warmed up to his brother considerably since that first day in the hospital. He likes to play with him on the floor, give him his pacifier, and give me status updates on his moods and diapers. He also likes to translate Teddy's baby speech into actual words. For instance, something like "Ahhhhblpppt" might translate into "I think Teddy wants to watch Cars." Still not sure that's what Teddy says, but it's cute to watch Brian speak for him.
My guilt is mostly gone now. I can see most days that instead of taking something away from Brian, I had given him something wonderful. A relationship that will last his lifetime, a friend he can always turn to, someone to share the frustration of having James and I for parents with. I gave him a brother, a relationship I never had but always wanted. I am so excited to see how they grow together.
And Teddy himself. I don't know what I expected, but he has been so much more than anything I could have imagined. He has been patient beyond belief. Almost immediately after his birth I returned to school full-time and he didn't miss a trick. We never had problems nursing, never had trouble bonding. He is the sweetest, calmest child.
I can only really describe him in contrasts. When Brian was a baby he was always alert, awake, and wanting to be doing something with someone. He is the ultimate extrovert. He never minded being passed around and held by new people, he wasn't happy unless he was with someone, and even when he was mostly immobile you could tell it wouldn't be long until he was doing something.
Teddy is his opposite. He has been more sleepy, more relaxed, more calm. He slept for almost 14 hours after he was born and I had to work really hard to get him to wake up. He will only tolerate being handed around for a short time before he starts to get upset and fuss. He is totally happy playing by himself for up to an hour. He loves to snuggle and doesn't much care what's going on around him. If you went by potential careers, Brian is my high powered executive, Teddy is my quiet artist.
We're slowly starting to get the hang of having another little person in the house. We're figuring out how his personality fits into our world. I love seeing him play with his dad. I love seeing Brian try to help him stop fussing. I love waking up to his gummy grin every morning. Equilibrium is slowly being restored.
This last three months has been exhausting, frustrating, challenging, and a revelation. I can't imagine our lives without our newest little boy, he is a gift.
So happy three months little man! Looking forward to the rest of your life!
Three months ago I went in for a regular checkup, I was overdue, but didn't think I'd be having a baby that day for sure. Eight hours later (give or take) I was holding the newest member of our little family. Life changes pretty fast sometimes.
I was so excited to finally be holding Teddy, to finally meet this new little person and at the same time I felt a horrible guilt that I was taking something away from our older son, Brian. Brian himself showed some significant reticence towards his new brother. In the hospital he wouldn't look at him, hold him, nothing.
It's gotten better since we've been home. He has warmed up to his brother considerably since that first day in the hospital. He likes to play with him on the floor, give him his pacifier, and give me status updates on his moods and diapers. He also likes to translate Teddy's baby speech into actual words. For instance, something like "Ahhhhblpppt" might translate into "I think Teddy wants to watch Cars." Still not sure that's what Teddy says, but it's cute to watch Brian speak for him.
My guilt is mostly gone now. I can see most days that instead of taking something away from Brian, I had given him something wonderful. A relationship that will last his lifetime, a friend he can always turn to, someone to share the frustration of having James and I for parents with. I gave him a brother, a relationship I never had but always wanted. I am so excited to see how they grow together.
And Teddy himself. I don't know what I expected, but he has been so much more than anything I could have imagined. He has been patient beyond belief. Almost immediately after his birth I returned to school full-time and he didn't miss a trick. We never had problems nursing, never had trouble bonding. He is the sweetest, calmest child.
I can only really describe him in contrasts. When Brian was a baby he was always alert, awake, and wanting to be doing something with someone. He is the ultimate extrovert. He never minded being passed around and held by new people, he wasn't happy unless he was with someone, and even when he was mostly immobile you could tell it wouldn't be long until he was doing something.
Teddy is his opposite. He has been more sleepy, more relaxed, more calm. He slept for almost 14 hours after he was born and I had to work really hard to get him to wake up. He will only tolerate being handed around for a short time before he starts to get upset and fuss. He is totally happy playing by himself for up to an hour. He loves to snuggle and doesn't much care what's going on around him. If you went by potential careers, Brian is my high powered executive, Teddy is my quiet artist.
We're slowly starting to get the hang of having another little person in the house. We're figuring out how his personality fits into our world. I love seeing him play with his dad. I love seeing Brian try to help him stop fussing. I love waking up to his gummy grin every morning. Equilibrium is slowly being restored.
This last three months has been exhausting, frustrating, challenging, and a revelation. I can't imagine our lives without our newest little boy, he is a gift.
So happy three months little man! Looking forward to the rest of your life!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Good news so it's a happy day!
Got the call today that our car was repaired! For any of you who may not have known, two weeks ago our car was hit while parked in the middle of the night. It has been in the shop since then while we fought with the insurance company to get everything fixed. And today it was finally done!
It is a good day!
It is a good day!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
An Open Letter to Politicians
Dear Politicians,
Get to work. Seriously. Stop taking pictures of you genitals, stop sexting your female interns, stop having extra-marital affairs that end up with love children and eventually all over the news.
Stop schmoozing with lobbyists. You have a job to do and that job is not get laid and make tons of money.
You are public servants. You know what that means? You serve the PUBLIC. Not yourself. We pay you, and I think most of us are getting mighty sick of your shenanigans.
So stop giving yourself payraises, you haven't earned them. Stop spending thousands of dollars on new cars, new offices, re-election campaigns, drugs, booze, hookers, whatever.
Start working. Find out what we need as a country (if you need help, I have some ideas) and then get to work figuring out how to make it happen.
I have some pointers there, too. You have to stop arguing about stupid, insignificant crap. Frankly I don't care anymore which party you belong to, stop fishing for soundbites and start listening to each other. I'm sure most of you are intelligent people, take that a step further and I bet most of you are capable of some intelligent critical thinking.
Instead of dismissing an idea as being "liberal" or "conservative" because of who came up with it, try listening to it for its' own sake. There might be some good stuff there. You never know.
I can tell you now I think most people have similar ideas about what they want out of life. We want shelter, we want access to good healthcare that isn't going to bankrupt us, we want a decent job, we want a good education. We want our cities and towns to be safe. We want natural spaces so we can remember trees, animals, flowers, and other natural beauty, So we disagree on how to make those things happen, so what? That brings us back to listening to each other.
Another thing you can do, stop with the mudslinging. I can tell you right now I don't care a single tiny bit about what your opponent did during college. Frankly I don't care if they finished college so long as they're reasonably intelligent, willing to work hard, and have some good solutions for the problems we currently face. Get to the point. What do you think the problems are, what are you doing to solve them, how are you going to get everyone on board?
Keep it simple. When you make a bill, stick to one subject. It doesn't need to encompass the entirety of creation, just what you're talking about. And don't sneak things into it like pet projects. Those cost money and waste time. If it's really important to you, and you think it's important to other people, make another bill.
I don't want my entire evening newscast to be taken up by your various scandals, the stupid things you've said, or what or who you're doing. I want to know what kind of work you're doing for the people who elected you. ALL of the people. So right now you need to chuck the idea that minorities, homosexuals, women, mentally challenged, or in some other way not "normal" people are for you to make fun of, discriminate against, hate, or ignore. Every single one of these people are your responsibility. You were elected to look after everyone's interests. Even the people you disagree with.
Don't be such a sheep! Just because your party is doing it doesn't mean you have to if you disagree. And that goes for all of you, not just the right, not just the left. Don't be afraid of an honest discussion.
In closing, stop worrying about getting re-elected. Just do the best job you can in the time you have, and don't assume you'll get anymore. If you spent more time working hard to make things better, you'd have a better shot of getting elected than if you spend your time telling us why we should vote for you and not the other guy.
Sincerely,
Leia C.
Get to work. Seriously. Stop taking pictures of you genitals, stop sexting your female interns, stop having extra-marital affairs that end up with love children and eventually all over the news.
Stop schmoozing with lobbyists. You have a job to do and that job is not get laid and make tons of money.
You are public servants. You know what that means? You serve the PUBLIC. Not yourself. We pay you, and I think most of us are getting mighty sick of your shenanigans.
So stop giving yourself payraises, you haven't earned them. Stop spending thousands of dollars on new cars, new offices, re-election campaigns, drugs, booze, hookers, whatever.
Start working. Find out what we need as a country (if you need help, I have some ideas) and then get to work figuring out how to make it happen.
I have some pointers there, too. You have to stop arguing about stupid, insignificant crap. Frankly I don't care anymore which party you belong to, stop fishing for soundbites and start listening to each other. I'm sure most of you are intelligent people, take that a step further and I bet most of you are capable of some intelligent critical thinking.
Instead of dismissing an idea as being "liberal" or "conservative" because of who came up with it, try listening to it for its' own sake. There might be some good stuff there. You never know.
I can tell you now I think most people have similar ideas about what they want out of life. We want shelter, we want access to good healthcare that isn't going to bankrupt us, we want a decent job, we want a good education. We want our cities and towns to be safe. We want natural spaces so we can remember trees, animals, flowers, and other natural beauty, So we disagree on how to make those things happen, so what? That brings us back to listening to each other.
Another thing you can do, stop with the mudslinging. I can tell you right now I don't care a single tiny bit about what your opponent did during college. Frankly I don't care if they finished college so long as they're reasonably intelligent, willing to work hard, and have some good solutions for the problems we currently face. Get to the point. What do you think the problems are, what are you doing to solve them, how are you going to get everyone on board?
Keep it simple. When you make a bill, stick to one subject. It doesn't need to encompass the entirety of creation, just what you're talking about. And don't sneak things into it like pet projects. Those cost money and waste time. If it's really important to you, and you think it's important to other people, make another bill.
I don't want my entire evening newscast to be taken up by your various scandals, the stupid things you've said, or what or who you're doing. I want to know what kind of work you're doing for the people who elected you. ALL of the people. So right now you need to chuck the idea that minorities, homosexuals, women, mentally challenged, or in some other way not "normal" people are for you to make fun of, discriminate against, hate, or ignore. Every single one of these people are your responsibility. You were elected to look after everyone's interests. Even the people you disagree with.
Don't be such a sheep! Just because your party is doing it doesn't mean you have to if you disagree. And that goes for all of you, not just the right, not just the left. Don't be afraid of an honest discussion.
In closing, stop worrying about getting re-elected. Just do the best job you can in the time you have, and don't assume you'll get anymore. If you spent more time working hard to make things better, you'd have a better shot of getting elected than if you spend your time telling us why we should vote for you and not the other guy.
Sincerely,
Leia C.
Welcome to my blog...I guess.
So I guess I will start this thing off by telling all you readers (or just random net space) a little about me.
First, I'm in my 20s. Not the early ones. I can't tell you how much getting closer to that little 3-0 freaks me out.
Second, I have 2 children. One is 4. He is a sweet little monster. Busy, curious, crazy smart, into everything, and a total joy and pain in my butt all the time. The other is just shy of 3 months at this point. Not sure who he is yet, but we're figuring each other out. So far I know he is shyer than his brother was at this age, more relaxed, and much more into being snuggled. Maybe a budding introvert? I guess we'll see.
Third, I'm married. This is a fairly recent development, although my husband and I have known each other for almost half our lives now. We've been living together for 8 years but decided we should just make it official last year. People say our kids look like him..or me depending on who you ask or who is closest to the child in question.
I could go on and on about my family, but they'll certainly come up again and I don't want to give it all away right now. So...
Fourth, I'm a student. I'm about halfway through my Bachelor of Science in Human Services degree. Maybe a little more than halfway. After I finish that I'll get my Master of Social Work degree. Probably. I've learned that it's best if I just leave things as general ideas of plans rather than certainties.
Maybe you're asking: "Why those degrees?" Well...that would bring you to the
Fifth, I have a deep commitment to service to those in need. I remember as a child feeling so terrible for those who were homeless, poor(or poorer than we were anyway. We were poor, but I didn't realize it until I was older), or struggling in general. It would break my heart to think we couldn't just wave a wand and make these people's lives better. So that's what I want to do, help make people's lives better. I could go on and on about that too, but like my family it will almost certainly come up again.
Sixth (last?) I have always enjoyed writing. When I was a little girl I just loved putting stuff down on paper. Nothing was cooler than making a shape and having that shape mean something beyond itself. After all, letters are just shapes but stick them with a few of their friends and you get meaning. It's pretty cool. I write sporadically for the most part now, I'm too busy to make it a habit, but I'm hoping this blog helps with that.
So that's that....if you follow along, you'll likely get a hodgepodge of thoughts, ideas, events, and other assorted randomness. Enjoy!
First, I'm in my 20s. Not the early ones. I can't tell you how much getting closer to that little 3-0 freaks me out.
Second, I have 2 children. One is 4. He is a sweet little monster. Busy, curious, crazy smart, into everything, and a total joy and pain in my butt all the time. The other is just shy of 3 months at this point. Not sure who he is yet, but we're figuring each other out. So far I know he is shyer than his brother was at this age, more relaxed, and much more into being snuggled. Maybe a budding introvert? I guess we'll see.
Third, I'm married. This is a fairly recent development, although my husband and I have known each other for almost half our lives now. We've been living together for 8 years but decided we should just make it official last year. People say our kids look like him..or me depending on who you ask or who is closest to the child in question.
I could go on and on about my family, but they'll certainly come up again and I don't want to give it all away right now. So...
Fourth, I'm a student. I'm about halfway through my Bachelor of Science in Human Services degree. Maybe a little more than halfway. After I finish that I'll get my Master of Social Work degree. Probably. I've learned that it's best if I just leave things as general ideas of plans rather than certainties.
Maybe you're asking: "Why those degrees?" Well...that would bring you to the
Fifth, I have a deep commitment to service to those in need. I remember as a child feeling so terrible for those who were homeless, poor(or poorer than we were anyway. We were poor, but I didn't realize it until I was older), or struggling in general. It would break my heart to think we couldn't just wave a wand and make these people's lives better. So that's what I want to do, help make people's lives better. I could go on and on about that too, but like my family it will almost certainly come up again.
Sixth (last?) I have always enjoyed writing. When I was a little girl I just loved putting stuff down on paper. Nothing was cooler than making a shape and having that shape mean something beyond itself. After all, letters are just shapes but stick them with a few of their friends and you get meaning. It's pretty cool. I write sporadically for the most part now, I'm too busy to make it a habit, but I'm hoping this blog helps with that.
So that's that....if you follow along, you'll likely get a hodgepodge of thoughts, ideas, events, and other assorted randomness. Enjoy!
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