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Where has the time gone?

I can't believe I haven't posted since the 5th! Shameful.

Let's see...what's been going on and what can I blame my lack of communication on that won't sound totally lame? Um. I really don't have a good excuse other than I've been busy.

My youngest son turned five. We had a small party for him where he got spoiled rotten, as usual. His paternal grandparents got him Madagascar. My dad got him one of these monster trucks that jump. We spent way too much money on a karaoke machine and a couple of CDs he could sing along with. We did miss a few of his cousins that day, though. They had a play at church and couldn't be there to join in the celebration.

On a completely unrelated topic....

I am nearly done with my Christmas shopping. Just a few minor things left to do. And everything is mostly wrapped! No all night wrapping spree for me on December 24th!!

Another unrelated topic....

I've survived another semester of school. I wrote my last essay on Friday. Grades should be out sometime next week. No worries there as I'm a horrible over-achiever and have done exceptionally well all semester.

What else?

My sister may or not may be speaking to me. Hard to tell. I figure I'll just wait for her to call me when she's ready. And I will not say anything more on the inflammatory subject we last discussed. It's a no-win situation. I'm not going to see things her way and she's not going to see them mine. Doesn't mean I don't love her, though.

Not to worry. She'll eventually come around. (I hope)

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Oh, my mom turned the big 5-0. My brothers and I and our spouses took her and her husband out to dinner at Famous Dave's (known for it's award-winning ribs). Dinner was nice. The drinks were great. I think Mom enjoyed herself. The only people missing were my sister and her husband, which isn't surprising when they live several states away.

Guess that's all I feel like sharing right now. Talk to you soon, my blogger friends.

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