My girl

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My Girl Missi.
I have spent alot of time trying to get to..... you know that time, place, period... in my life.
I have reached those places and surpassed them and then... find myself back at the same place again because I didnt realize I was there already.
OK Ill try again.
Get the girls toa certain age without being pregnant, arrested, in rehab, and then I will be OK.
Well we did that.
Now I am goin through that area again with Missi. I havent had any problems with either of my girls and now I am relaxing enough with Missi to enjoy this time in her life.
She was out tonight with a friend to a hockey game. She came home and I asked her how it was if she saw anyone she knew and it wasnt until I kissed her goodnight that I realized that I didnt feel the need to interrogate. Why? because I TRUST HER.
Allie is at school and has taken her last class this semester. She has all her finals next week so she is "studying" all weekend.
I wonder how much beer is necessary to pass her 18 credits of finals. ? hhhmmmn
Jack decided that he was in the mood to puke tonight. He puked about 27 gallons of vomit on the kitchen floor and then not another drop, so far.

I need some sleep. I am selfish enough to think that I am stressed out. (Yes., sarcasm)
I attached my Missi pic at the top to remind myself how truly truly lucky i am.

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