It's like opening the front door again and again.

It's so funny to me that I feel possessive of Pensacola Beach when I don't even like going to the beach that much.  It's sticky, sandy (and when that sand gets in places it shouldn't be it'll make you swear off going to the beach for the rest of your life), and it's typically HOT out there.  I don't like hot.  So I don't really "do" the beach.  But by golly they have messed up MY beach and I don't like it.  Massive amounts of crude oil washed up on Pensacola Beach today.  We've had tar balls for I think a couple of...

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I love strawberries.

Strawberries are the most amazing fruit.  Well, okay, strawberries and watermelon actually tie for first place in my book, but strawberries are much more accessible and they're easier to fit in the refrigerator.  But seriously... what is better than a sweet, juicy strawberry?  The only thing I can think of is lots of sweet, juicy strawberries...

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We spend a lot of time at the vet.

How thick is YOUR chart at the vet's office? This Saturday we had to take Russ and Bailey to the vet.  Sometimes I feel like we spend half our weekends there and it's a running joke that we own some of the bricks in their new building.  I know my way around the entire building, including the back rooms, the kennel out back, and the old building...

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I had a busy day!

This is going to have to be a quick post because it's almost 11pm and I had intended to be in bed by 10.  I figure since my doctor has me on meds and stuff to try and sort my body out I should do everything I can to help it be balanced - and that includes going to bed at a decent time even on the weekends and (this is the hard part) getting up...

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People can be so rude.

I wonder if that old saying "if you can't say something nice don't say anything at all" applies to blogs?  Because right now I'd really like to go off on a tirade about the rudeness I encountered at work today.  Not your typical upset defendant or anything like that, but a person who works here in the courthouse.  And not the person who has a history of being rude with me, either.  No, those things I have come to expect.  But this one took me totally by surprise.  It seems like a blog would be a perfectly natural...

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