I have other entries lined up that I thought would be going into the Diary next, but I can only be true to myself, and writing about anything other than what has currently been
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We weren’t allowed to have a dog when I was a kid. More accurately, I don’t think we were allowed to have any pets when I was a kid, but we must’ve found a
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My in-laws moved out today. It’s funny how many people assume the cliche that would suggest I’m currently popping bottles of champagne and dancing through the now quiet hallways and rooms of my home.
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I’m writing this on my birthday, which is weird for me to mention because I’m not that big on acknowledging my birthday. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this totally normal affliction before, and not sure
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Giving the green light to my daughter to play tackle football was definitely a tough decision. There will be people on both sides of the decision for sure, as a reader you probably think
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Just for context, that I’m sure you’ll figure out, I wrote this all in one day about two weeks ago when my kid was still in school and I’ve kept it fairly untouched. So
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Occasionally I’ll get a random, “Are you going to create a BLAWWWWG post about this?” type of question from friends and family. The answer, whether I voice it or not, is almost always, “No.”
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Most of my entries into the Diary were started a while ago, and the same is true for this one. I think I always knew the underlying experience/memory would be an entry but it
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Attending professional sporting events has run a somewhat similar track to a lot of other things in my life. Early on the idea of even going to a live sporting event was so far
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Trying to come up with something to pass the time as the family was hunkered down during a 10+ day quarantine due to the little man testing positive for COVID, which seems to be