Friday, June 19, 2009
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Occasional musings from a mobile blogger wandering through the South
Greetings, travelers! If you've stumbled here from my Blogger profile I'll interrupt your perusing to say you might like my other blog, "On the Front Porch", better than this one. Originally this was intended for distant family and friends to keep them up to date on the daily minutia of our lives. I can't imagine why anyone else would care. So, if you get bored, or if my children frighten you as they sometimes do me, stop by my other fine blogs:
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- Giants Doing Cartwheels
- Because We Don't Have Enough Problems
- The Storm
- Surgery #15 Tomorrow
- Love Note
- I Have a Knife
- Fishing Derby
- Boys Will Be Boys
- Who is that Masked Man?
- Cousin Maddix
- Busy Hubbub
- Waiting in Pre-Op
- Crazy Scissor Lady II
- Crazy Scissor Lady
- Unfortunate
- Parking Fiasco
- Waiting and Waiting
- Ghost Boy
- I'm Your Huckleberry
- At the Hospital Again
- Hare Tristan
- Sliding
- Chasing Squirrels
- Trippin' Narc Head
- A 10 and Blood Everywhere
- At the E.R.
- Flag Bearers
- Visit My Friend?
- Shucking Corn
- Boy Scout Day Camp
- Grocery Madness
- Fun at the Creek
- Here We Go
- I Don't Get It
- Saturday Morning
- Par-tay!
- Oh My
- Whoa
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About Me
- Wendy
- Writer. Noun in charge of verbing, eclectic funmeister, grounded nomad, imaginary friend. Author of The League for the Suppression of Celery.
3 comments:
Awww - who does cousin Maddox belong to? He's adorable!
He is my grand-nephew. That would be my oldest brother's son's son. Boy, say that three times fast.
Jonathan (my nephew) is the brother of the girl who was murdered last year.
He said he didn't want kids and would never have kids and now he is CRAZY MAD IN LOVE with this boy. Nice!
Also, I spelled his name wrong. Duh. It's Maddix with an "I". I'll go back and fix the blog. :) That way it will just look like Tati made the mistake instead of me. Hee hee.
Yes, I totally understand why you are nervous. Although my daughter is eight, sometimes when she holds newborn babies, she gets toooooo excited. Time to exercise parental control :-).
Greetings from London.
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