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on May 20, 2019

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My Merry Christmas, etc Post

It's been a bit!! I'm trying to focus my energies over here, and as is typical of Kristen Shanna...we got a lot going on. Our new puppy, for example (big, long, drawn-out, exhausted sigh). I've been helping out a lot, as I expected, but yesterday, when I just about keeled over with depressed exhaustion, I had to officially turn the reigns over to XO. Today, she is having culture shock. Eight a.m. is a hello lot earlier than her typical 2-4pm wake up. I could tell she'd just about had it with the pup this morning, and I have to admit I felt a little bit sorry for little Jesse. Yep...we finally named him. We picked him up on December 22, after about a 7 week wait, which was good timing, since I was on official Winter Break vacation time. I knew I would be essential in helping set the initial routine for potty training, feeding and simple commands. Jesse is a shelter mix who was rescued from Memphis, Tennessee. He was apparently on a euthanasia list, along with h

Epic Party Foul

Post Mama wound care... 👆🏻 It has been a few days, and we are ALL on the road to recovery. So, I can use a little light humor. Where, oh where, oh where do I begin? Let's just cut to the chase: Dillon had an accident on his skateboard on Tuesday. (I have rephrased this a million times in a gazillion texts.). We let him go way too soon on a stupidly, seriously steep hill. I watched the whole thing. I saw the skateboard shake. I knew he was going down. I saw him abort and try to run a few steps, but the speed was beyond his ability to maintain. I watched him crash and roll. I ran as fast as I could, and I saw him swooning...his wounds...they were all over his body. Meet my new friend Philemon. Turns out the name means "Love." I need him. He never lost consciousness. He responded appropriately to brief mental status testing. But he was injured (how badly, we were not sure), and he was emotionally traumatized. (And so was my poor Evan...sobbing, mostly ignored

How I Get Unstuck

Maybe it's just situational depression...we had a mini vacay this weekend - the wrap up is ALWAYS a little rough...but I have been dwelling on feeling stuck today. I was stuck in traffic, behind all kinds of annoying (I can say that, since I don't know them) people. We turned it into entertainment, as I carefully allowed other select drivers into our lane and watched their obvious frustration at the left-lane camper cruiser blocking us all up with his constipation. What fun!! (As it turns out, many of us - including Mr. Camper - reunited at the first gas station in miles. We didn't speak. I chose not to break the silence. I find myself slipping into the casual observer more and more. So not like me!) But, anyway. Usually, I am NOT so pleasant when I am struck in traffic. I am angry. I am bitter. I am downright cursing mean. And, many times, I come home with aching hands from white knuckling the whole thing. I'm sorry to disappoint if I seem nice to you in

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