Most of the time, Miss Poopy is a real treasure. Except when she leaves us presents...
Happy birthday to my oldest son! He is twenty (and that sounds way too old for me to still be his mother)!
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A year in pictures... one day at a time
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- Today, I stopped for a moment
- Water may be an endless source of fascination to me
- Dreams
- Sitting in the shadows
- Hang on, little fluff ball
- Sonshine
- Mill town tower
- It's time
- Nonessential utensils
- The future looks bright
- The Story of Them
- The waiting
- The tree that spring forgot
- Flower therapy
- It is so cool to be the parent of a smart kid
- Better never to have met you in my dream than to w...
- Calling out to the bees
- It's all in the details
- I learned a new word today
- Replacement parts
- Free to a good home: cellphone
- Joy is the simplest form of gratitude ~ Karl Barth
- Yow!
- Sometimes the way home isn't so obvious
- The big picture
- From acorns big oaks grow
- Work
- Quatro de Mayo
- So, there IS life on Mars...
- Are you ever too old to run through the sprinkler?
- In the garden, my soul is sunshine
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About Me
- Beth
- I'm a mom, wife and an elementary school assistant principal. I have 2 boys and 2 step-daughters and a miniature dachshund (the dog rules the roost).
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