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03.10.08
Posted in Uncategorized at 8:14 pm by Mrs C.
If you’ve been following this blog, you may have noticed that I haven’t written for almost three months. Since no one has called the police, or emailed to see if I was still alive, I take it that I am my only fan.
Oh well. I will continue to post anyway, because I can’t remember what happened to me from one day to the next, so this acts as a journal for me.
Anyway, where have I been? Let’s see, Nashville at Christmas, home and on the computer until February and then off to Mexico for a week. Mexico, you say, why would Mrs C go to Mexico. You’ll have to come back and read again to find the answer to that!
And yes, I know that my blog header has a picture of Amsterdam and I don’t care. It looks warm and inviting.
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11.10.06
Posted in Uncategorized, computers at 12:44 am by Mrs C.
Here I am again, posting at almost midnight. I intended to turn off this computer long ago but it seems to pull me back for just one more website to click, just one more email to read. Before I know it, my eyes are glazed, my neck is aching and it will be two in the morning. But tonight I will show this computer who is boss. I will turn it off and not think about it anymore. I will have a restful sleep without any thoughts about my online world.
I am turning it off now.
Just one more sentence.
Come on fingers, get off those keys and get some rest.
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12.20.05
Posted in Uncategorized, life in Canada, family at 12:40 am by Mrs C.
Here it is almost one in the morning and I am still up. I finally created a memory book with all of the pictures and crafts that my kids made when they were little, the funny cards they bought as they got older, and the emails sent to one another now that my husband and I are empty nesters. The easiest way to do the books is with a three ring binder filled with those clear page protectors. Then the momentos can be popped into the page protectors and easily added to without losing chronological order.
After I finished, I could easily wipe my tears from the plastic covers. (I enjoy the memories, but I sure miss the kids).
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