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OK, sorry, rough day in Mommy land with kids who are calling you from the nurses office, making everyone think they are dying but really just need to visit the john, and cars that overheat as you are driving 80, to the dr. with the kid who's not really dying, so that you can get back to the very same school you just left, in time for a 6:00 kindergarten graduation, so you can paste a smile on your face as you work the room trying to make play dates for your other kid who is overly shy and who, you are hoping turns out normal rather than Columbine massacre re-make kid, hoping all the time that your deoderant hasn't given out, because remember the car that was overheating and your dad's advice with a car that is overheating- turn on the heat and the fan so the fan draws air over the engine to make heat for the car- thus cooling the engine, which it did, on the very first day that the temperature crested 88 degrees, there I am bumper to bumper on Plainfeild at 5:20pm, sweat dr

Chris's list (similar to Craig's list but without the scams) Ok, maybe not so similar. My friend sent me one of those e-mails where you answer questions about yourself and then send it on and all your friends do the same and you all learn new things or confirm old things you already knew and understood about each other. I don't know what is so appealing about those but each and every time- I participate. Well, this last one had the interesting challenge that you were supposed to answer every question by using just one word. By the way, Rhonda, that was one word- you failed miserably, but thank you for participating, anyway. Which got me to thinking about lists. Personal lists. Top ten lists. What do I want to do before I die? Find a way to live forever....that will surely defeat that whole "you're going to hell" prognosis... by the way, that "theory" was forever embedded into my psyche by my mother that fateful night I thought I would have

Which big project should I attempt next? Get my very first mammogram or find a new local dentist? I am not really scared of the mammogram. It's more the phone call to set up the appointment. Maybe it's pulling out the phone book. Or the part where I have to remember the name of my new gyno. who keeps leaving me recorded messages telling me it's time to make an appointment. Delete,delete. Naw, getting the ole boobies squished is the easy part. Then there's the dentist dilemma. I have decided that my new dentist will have certain understandings before he/she (maybe I should say he or she as I seem to run into more and more he/she's of the other kind and why are they always named Drew, or Tracey or any other name that is gender anonymous? I can't tell if they are trying to be a boy or a girl and it makes me crazy because I don't have the guts to ask!) (But I want to!) even begins to think I will let them and their shiny silver tools near my mouth. 1. I want no