Haven't sprouted any facial hairs, though.Yet.Thank God. . . .
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I hate it when I can't sleep. But they look pretty damn comfortable. . . .
Like many little girls who grew up in the 50s, I wanted to be a nurse.My father was a pediatrician whose days were filled with office hours, house calls and hospital visits. When the phone rang at our house it was more often his answering service than friends and family.As a preteen and teen, I . . .
It's winter, and a woman's thoughts can't help but turn to moisturizer.Yes, the cold temperatures and wind in many parts of the country present a skin care challenge for many of us, especially those of a certain age. Or those with sensitive skin.I've made a real find, especially for winter. It's . . .
Another child abducted and killed.This is madness.How does this happen? . . .
I'd love to dream. Because that would imply I was actually asleep.I've been waking up at about the four-hours -down mark, 2 a.m.Tossing. Turning.It's cool, so not the weather.Last night, M. was also up so we "chatted."Riley was definitely NOT up.Today I had to get up early, too, for a meeting at our . . .
If you've followed along this year, you know that I have been dying to score some good drugs. Maybe some Valium or Xanax. Something I could cut into tiny pieces and take at night to help me sleep. But if you've followed along, you also know that while all my friends are freely offered great . . .
If you completely conk out at 6:30pm, is it any wonder you find yourself wide awake at 2:30 a.m., having had your full complement of sleep for the night?Riley and M. are crashed on the bed, having dozed off later than I. Riley made an effort to get up, but looked at the clock and gave me a look that . . .
If I think about what 17 lbs. of ground beef looks like, it makes me appreciate what I've done since July 21 or so.Yeah. So far.Feels GREAT. . . .