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Sunday 9:43

It is Sunday night at 9:43 and a small part of me does not want to start at post at 9:43.

Because starting a post at 9:43 might mean staying up later than 10:00.

I must be in bed my head nestled on my pillow and headed to dream land by 10:00.

Tomorrow is Monday a long week of work, parenting, teaching, leading, and ect... is in front of me.

10:00 is mandatory for me to function. That is what I tell myself, "If I get to bed by 10:00 my week will be perfect."

 The truth is I don't really have a lot to post.

Well, okay I could tell you that my baby is now driving.

The weather here in Utah is crazy, icy, snowy, and foggy bad. The fact that I have to let her drive practically kills me.

I don't want her driving.

 I don't want her driving in this horrible weather.

However, I have to let her grow up.

Yah..yah.. yah.. blah.. blah... blah....

I could tell you that January has been a challenging month. 2013 did not start off with a bang.

More like a fizzle and a plop.

Nothing horrible.

Nothing life changing.

Just fizzle.

I'm dealing with all kinds of challenges right now. Including a women who doesn't like me very much.

I'm about ready to punch her.

Okay, that is a lie I wouldn't punch her. I mean I want to. I want her to know I'm a nice person dang it!! Quit being so horrible to me.

Guess if she believed I was a nice person she wouldn't be so horrible.

Maybe I'm not a nice person.

I don't know, I'm trying that is all I can say,  every day I am trying.

One of these days this blog will once again have actual post.

I will post about being a mom,  wife, teacher, women.... you know those things.

For now you get rambles...

Oh and a public wish for sunny days...

I may even plant some flowers in my window just so I can remember that winter will eventually end.

It is 10:00 so I'm signing off.

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