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I read all of my posts and boy do I sound like a bummer. Truly I am not this down and out. But as I stated in the begining I will write what I want when....
This past weekend I went to Penn Stae with my oldest daughter and her boyfriend to a football game and then out for dinner and a few beers. (me not them OLOL)
I was very (very) excited to meet a few guys that were in their late thirties and forties that wanted me to hang out with them at the bar.
Here is how it went....
I went to the ladies room and had to walk past thebarto get back to our table. On the way I knocked a oat on the floor. A gentlemen made a joke I a chatted back and we just started talking. The game, why I was here , who I was with? "You two look like sisters, LOL LOL" I believe I was glowing truly radiant light pouring out of the top of my head. My quick wit and charm LOL just came right back to me. The other guys said lets grab a barstool for you sit with us...
" OH GOD what did I do!"
On no thanks I have my daughter over there and want to spend some time with her, but thanks nice chatting with you guys have a good time.

I then floated to the bathroom, hovered above the bowl and pee'd a glorious stream of pure joy!
I am still in here!!
I am still me!!!!
I still have it. OK so they were drunk and who knows what else but I did feel good. not so much about them, but about me. After a good year at home with the baby I was begining to think I could only do the abc's and rosita's spanish word of the day!!!!
I came home with a new furvor for something interaction, content, eye contact.
Jack is now watching grover's trip to Bangladesh, I am here with all of you and the girls are off to school. Andy is up in bed awake reading the rest of the book he got last weeek in NYC.
He stood in line for two and a half hours to have the authort sign it. Since he was one of the last in line he personalized the book for him. He is thrilled.
I am going to do my best to put some photos on here.

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