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Enthusotherapy

Do you find it hard to self-soothe? I admit it, it’s real easy for me to self-soothe with an ice-cold Diet Dr. Pepper and a whole cheesecake. That really works for me. But in the long run, probably not the greatest method for my psyche or my physique. I decided to go to a therapist to get some help and guidance in my desire to be an emotionally balanced and healthy woman. I found a female therapist in the yellow pages. I figured it would be much easier talking to a female therapist, thinking she would better understand me woman to woman. This is what happened on our...
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Happy Boobs

Hi all!  Let me take a second to introduce myself. I’m Annie. A few of you may know me from my blog, Cookies, Chaos, and Conversation.  I recently “retired” from blogging, but like most retirees I have tinkered after my party and here I am, with my new “hobby” to keep me busy! If you want to get to know me a little better, go check out some of my old stuff! I turned the big 3-5 this October. When you turn 16, you get a license. When you turn 21 you get drunk legally. When you turn 30, you have a party.  And when you turn 35 you...
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Quote of the Morning

As my dude and I stood in the kitchen this morning cramming our breakfast down our throats while packing CR’s lunch, brewing the perfect cappuccino, sweeping up the third bowl of Cheerios El Destructo dumped on the floor, emptying the dishwasher, making The Love Fairy’s breakfast, filling the dogs’ water bowl, feeding that damn goldfish CR won too many months ago at her school festival, trying to get the lil’ dude to stop screaming for the Doritos bag for breakfast, and of course, checking my all-important email, The Love Fairy stomps in and says...
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Where’s the beef?

Around dinner time this evening, there was a crisp knocking at my door. Always hassled to hear such knocking at that time of the day known as “Chaos”, I opened the front door with an annoyed look on my face for sure. Standing there on my steps was a bright faced young guy wearing a white, sorta butcher-like shirt. He said “Hi ma’am, I do beef deliveries here in your neighborhood, and I was wondering if you would like me to deliver any beef to your home?” Was he joking? I so desperately wanted to say, “No thanks, my husband is the...