Battle of the bridesmaid bulge

January 30
Battle of the bridesmaid bulge

It’s that time again- Time to start a diet.
I had my dress fitting this weekend for Sarah’s wedding, and the dress fit nicely however- the material is such that I cannot wear any underwear without it showing. I had planned on wearing a corset or a bustier but the material shows anything that I’m wearing underneath it! I talked to the seamstress and she is going to put some padding in the “boobage” area of the dress for me...It’s gonna be one cold wedding! The only thing I’m worried about now is the area around my belly button. It’s a tad pudgy and it shows through my dress, unless I suck it in a little. So I decided that for the next three weeks I’m going to go on a strict diet. An apple or applesauce for breakfast, tuna or chicken salad with no mayo for lunch with a hard boiled egg for a snack, and then (I know this sounds weird) a bowl of special K and 1% milk for dinner. Add that to lots of water and the sit ups and pushups I’ve been doing and I think I’ll be good to go. I’m sure I’ll make a couple variations of this too. I just have to stay away from the fast food sandwiches that are so tempting to grab at lunchtime. I mean I’m not a nutritionist but that should be enough for me to lose a little weight right? I might add a few mugs of hot green tea to my day too- hot liquids make you feel full and take away the urge to snack. One of my other goals on my to do list is to keep my house clean...which means I cannot get lazy and leave things in the sink, or laundry out anywhere, that should keep me busy and my heart rate up for a bit longer each day after my exercises. Another thing I need to do is practice walking in my heels. Else I’ll be falling down the isle instead of gracefully gliding like bridesmaids are supposed to do. Ugh...I can’t wait for all this to be over.

Creative Soul

January 28
Creative Soul

I have multiple personalities.
Tonight I sat down and wrote out all the things I want to accomplish. I guess you could call it a "to do" list of projects etc. One of the things on the list was to create another blog site for my artwork and photography. I've been wanting to do this since college, so this was something that was pushed to the top of the list because ofits length of residency in my brain. It felt really great to get it all set up today. I set up a new hotmail account for the sole purpose of the alternate blog. And with that, I dragged out all of my art portfolios from the closet of my office slash studio and scattered their contents all over the room. In doing this I discovered that this was bringing up a side of me that somewhere along the line, I pushed aside. Another side of my personality, and I believe this is my original personality, was the artsy side of me.

I like that about me- I am artistic, and I love everything and anything that has to do with art. I enjoy art history, I enjoy researching art, I enjoy getting my hands dirty and drawing, painting, illustrating anything that has anything to do with art- that is me. How come I pushed this aside? From the looks of it, I had a great time with it from high school through college and I have an amazing collection of artwork and photography just sitting in my closet gathering dust.

So tonight as I was sifting through the piles of original artowrks and projects from college, I decided that I want to get back to that side of me, that alternate personality that I so instinctively go back to when I want to be creative. I have brought out the creative writing side of myself in the last year or so, but have somehow lost the artistic part of me that feeds the urge to paint and draw and illustrate...to create. I love painting- its a form of expression that not a lot of people can understand.*(the expression, not the art) You can transform your emotions into vibrant color, into something more than one dimentional- into something palpable.

For the Lummox this last Christmas, I gave him a painting. You can not imagine how great it felt to actually get something down on paper. He had taken a photo of a scene of deconstruction that contained just the right elements of balance, and I just had to paint it. I created my own rendition of it, in primary colors, with paint I havent opened in almost a decade, and it felt amazing. Another personality in me waiting to get out.

So, if you have the time, check out my alternate personality. I call it My Minds Eye and I hope you enjoy it. It's still a work in progress, mind you. At this point in the night I have only my original photography up, but don't fret- tomorrow I will add the rest of what I have.
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Date night

Date night

Last night was date night.
I had been looking forward to it all day. He was waiting to greet me when I got home from work. And what a day it had been, it was nice that he was there for me when I needed him most. I changed into something more comfortable, and even though it was just a sweatshirt and yoga pants, he didn’t complain. I got a bottle of wine, even though I know he doesn’t drink, and planned to make spaghetti for dinner. It’s nice to unwind with your favorite guy, and a glass of wine once in a while. Even though he likes to play games, I don’t mind, Ill play along to make him happy. I poured myself a glass of wine, and he was happy to sit with me and watch me sip it while I told him about my day. He is such a great listener; he just lets me talk and doesn’t interrupt me… unless he’s hungry. So I made myself some spaghetti while he ate his dinner before me. It never seems to work out that we eat dinner together; he is always hungry before I am. He watched me while I ate. Sometimes that bothers me because every so often he will stare at me with such hunger in his eyes! After dinner I put on a movie, and he sat with me quietly. Its so nice to snuggle with him, he is a great cuddler. It is so nice to know he loves me unconditionally. Most of the night he lay with his head in my lap, and I stroked his hair while he watched the movies with me. He is losing his hair a bit these days, but he still has a lot of it, shiny and black, I just love to run my fingers through the hair on his back. He’s a little overprotective of me though, he ran outside at every strange noise, but then he comforted me afterwards. I like it that he watches out for me, he makes me feel safe. He did get a little jealous when I got a couple text messages from friends and didn’t give him as much attention as he wanted, but he knows I love him and he was very patient with me. We watched two movies, and even though there wasn’t a lot of conversation between us, it was nice to just relax at home on the couch. I got a lot of kisses on the cheek from him too, but I just like to kiss him on the head and I gave him a big hug goodnight. I snapped a couple of pictures of us cuddling on the couch before the night was over. I love Cody so Much!

Welcome to my brain

Welcome to my brain

Just some random thoughts for a Wednesday
I have been jealous of my sister since the day she was born. I think all sisters are like this, arent they? Even in the hospital when she was being born I threw a fit until the nurses gave me a baby doll, spotlight on Jenni please! And I think I dropped a heavy book on her when she was a baby too...all normal stuff psychotic children do for attention, right? Since then it’s been pretty much the same, she gets all the attention and I throw a fit or something heavy. Until recently, that is. All this wedding stuff she is going through, I do NOT want to be in her shoes. Dealing with the parents from both sides, handling the drama involved with planning and everything...makes me not want to have a wedding at all! So thanks to Sarah for breaking us all in to the secret life of weddings it makes it a lot easier to decide not to have a wedding like she is having! I do not envy her.

Random thought numero dos. Why do we dream the things we do? It’s an interesting topic, one that has intrigued me always. Last night I dreamt that Cody had puppies. Instead of carrying them in his belly, he carried them on his back, under his skin until they were born. In the dream I could feel three of them under his fur, crawling around under his skin up to his head and then back down to his tail. I was trying to coax them into being born and two of them were but one was still not done yet. He stayed in. The two that were born looked like black German Shepherds. At one moment in the dream I had to stop and think, hey wait a minute. Isn’t Cody a male?

Random thought number tres. My birthday was great, and thanks to everyone who left me bday wishes. I spent the weekend with mom and dad at their house. Gramps took us all out for Chinese on Friday night, and mom baked me a cake. Saturday was spent shopping, and then another nice dinner at Bellagio- a super nice Italian place in Austin with great food. Mom and dad were generous with the gifts this year, dad built me a beautiful painting easel and mom gave me a spectacular amethyst necklace along with a Michael Buble CD. Sunday we went shopping again, and then a movie. Broke back Mountain is wonderful, filled with gorgeous scenery and makes for a good love story. Not for the squeamish. It’s a different kind of love story- one that I’ve never seen portrayed before in my lifetime. If you can grasp the thought of two men being in love- go see it on the big screen.

Random thought numero four. This morning on Good Morning America Diane Sawyer dumped out her purse and had the contents analyzed. They had some interesting things to say about what your purse says about you. So here’s what’s in my purse, and what it says about me:

Stamps= overly organized, planning, detail oriented.

Peppermint gum= Intellectual, enjoys working with computers and math, sports fan

Receipts= clutter queen, wants to be on the ball but can’t quite get it right

They also mentioned that the emptier the bag, the more confident the girl, guess I’m really insecure because I can hardly close my purse. I also carry bottled water, my passport, a flashlight, and an extra pair of underwear for emergencies. Wonder what those things say about me? I already know- I’m a weirdo.
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tick..tick..tick...

January 19
tick..tick..tick...

After this weekend, Ill be another year older.
I don’t mind the getting older part. What bothers me is that I will be a 32 year old woman and I haven’t even started a family yet. I’m still single (although in a relationship) and without children. When I look back at the last few years, I’m glad that I got all the partying and irresponsibility out of my system.

Up until I moved here to Austin, I probably went out once or twice a week, and the years before that it was party central living in downtown Denver. I remember looking at my life back then and really questioning why I wasn’t married and didn’t have kids yet, but I just wasn’t ready to settle down at that time and definitely wasn’t in a stable relationship to be able to do so. So up until recently I haven’t regretted anything about not starting a family- mostly because I’m happy that I moved on from the long term relationship I was in back then.

Regret is not a word I use often; in fact my motto is to live life without regret. I do not regret anything I have done in my life thus far, so maybe regret isn’t the correct term for this. Is it disappointment? I’m not sure yet. It is more of a sudden realization that I’m feeling like this, because at other points in my life when I would question myself I remember not feeling this bad about it.

It could be the fact that my little sister is getting married next month, or the fact that all my girlfriends from high school are already having their second child, or the fact that I’m constantly comparing myself to my mother’s life. I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s probably a good combination of all that.

I remember when my mother had her 32nd birthday. I was 8 by then. Good grief, I can not imagine having an 8 year old at this point in my life, but those were very different times back then. I often wish I had been born in a different era, my grandparent’s era of the fifties and sixties- things seemed so much simpler back then. You married young, you had kids soon after, you stayed together- it was the social norm. Nowadays, it’s so different that comparing the times is like mixing oil and water.

Again, comparing my life to my mothers, I feel extremely behind. If I were my mother at this point in my life I would have been married for 12 years already and have had two children- one 8 and one 5- and we would live in a nice 3 bedroom house. Man, have I got some catching up to do! I know, it isn’t rational to compare my life to moms, but I can’t help it.

It wasn’t until very recently, that I even knew if I wanted kids. I knew I liked the idea of having a family, but never had baby fever. It was after I moved into my place in September that I really started to notice, probably because every commercial with a baby in it made me cry. There is a Johnson & Johnson commercial- I know you have all seen it- the baby is being washed in the sink and the mother’s voice is saying something like “you always went for the tall dark handsome type, who would have thought the love of your life would be short and bald. Having a baby changes everything” ugh...is that the cutest baby you have ever seen? It gets me every time. You can see it on www.baby.com, I have it bookmarked so I can watch it over and over and over...

I Have MAJOR baby fever these days. I can feel my biological clock ticking finally. I never knew it was there! It really feels good though, because I was beginning to wonder if motherhood just wasn’t for me, it was because I didn’t feel this way. Now I can literally feel it inside of me, it’s a pulling, a wanting feeling. Of course I have to get married first, I have my list of priorities, and marriage is definitely first. Look at me pretending to be a grown up again!
I am lucky that the Lummox, already knows all of this, and is comfortable talking to me about it, or at least listening to me talk about it *wink* and hasn’t run away..........YET. And he doesnt give me false hope, because he wants it too.
He’s definitely a keeper.

I think I’m on the right track, heading into my 32nd year feeling like this, and feeling comfortable in myself enough to know that I am headed in the right direction with my life- FINALLY- and that feels really good. So, Ill blow out my candles, and make a wish, maybe even a couple of them, and I will let you know in a couple of years if they come true.
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The Wasabi Incident

January 17
The Wasabi Incident

Something I’ve learned.
When someone comes to you and says, “smell this, does this smell funny to you?” don’t smell it. For the love of god just don’t do it! Live and learn right? You’d think…and then there’s me.

On New Years Eve, Lummox and I decided it would be a blast to make sushi for dinner! Oh what fun! He has experience with this, since he and his kids have prepared sushi dinners many times. So I took the easy task of browning the dumplings while Lummox balled the rice and cut the fish. We got all the necessary ingredients earlier in the day from whole foods, including wasabi powder. Now, if you are like me- you’ve probably heard of wasabi, but never stopped to think how it is prepared. For those of you who have never tasted wasabi- it is very hot, spicy like nothing I’ve tasted before. I never knew you made wasabi by mixing water with a powder- I just never thought about where it came from! Anyway, one of the last steps before our wonderful dinner was ready was to make the wasabi. I left this in the Lummox’s hands, as I figured he was more experienced in this area as well. He put a spoonful into a glass, added the water and began stirring it into a paste as I watched on.

As it started to mix into a smooth cream, he got a funny look on his face. Then he asked the question… "Hey, does this smell a little weird to you, like horseradish or something?” Now, before I leaned in, I of course did not stop to remember this was a spice and should probably be approached with caution- then I did it.

I leaned in, probably way too close, and took a giant whiff through my nostrils. Instantly, fire shot up my nose into my brain, out my eyes and back down my throat. NERVE GAS. The second after the whiff entered my brain, I lurched upright and covered my eyes- to protect them from popping out you see, and I literally could not breathe because my throat had closed. Probably a survival instinct we never knew we had- saves us from dangerous wasabi fumes reaching vital organs. When my throat opened a second later my mouth filled with saliva and I could not have been sexier as I tried to cough the hot lava out of my head. All this is happening right in front of the Lummox remember.

When I was able to think again, I realized he was probably watching all this, and I ran away from him to the bathroom, choking, flailing and blind. I think I said “oh my god” a few times in there too. Minutes later, when I was finally able to see, I saw myself in the bathroom mirror- mascara monster! Red eyes, black cheeks, flushed skin and scorched nostril hairs- Pretty. (I know this is Karma coming back to kick me in the butt for that time I laughed at him when he slipped and fell in the shower.)

OH! And the kicker? After I went through all that, Lummox went in for a sniff too! All I heard was him cry “dear god!” through the blisters in my ears, and that’s when I knew. He’s a keeper.

Moral of this story? Always make your boyfriend smell first.
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Fresh Starts

January 16
Fresh Starts

Fresh starts.
Thanks to the calendar they happen every year. Just set your watch to January. Our reward for surviving the holiday season is a new year, bringing on the great tradition of new years resolutions. Put your past behind you and start over. It’s hard to resist the chance of a new beginning, a chance to put the problems of last year to bed.

Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins? It’s not a day on the calendar; not a birthday, not a new year. It’s an event, big or small; something that changes us. Ideally it gives us hope, a new way of living and looking at the world; letting go of old habits, old memories. What’s important is that we never stop believing we can have a new beginning. But it’s also important to remember that amid all the crap are a few things really worth holding onto.

I loved this quote from Grey’s Anatomy this week so much- I taped the show and watched it over again to write it down! Okay yes- I have way too much time on my hands, but...Love that show- good stuff.

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...if I only had a brain...

January 13
...if I only had a brain...

Another Jenni moment to share with you.
I have been told that I am an airhead; I’ve been told that I’m a blonde, and to be honest with you, I agree! I take after my mother, and often times when I am at home- mom and I share a brain, however sometimes I have it and sometimes she has it and that makes for some pretty ditsy moments between the two of us. A lot of the time mom has the brain- and I’m left on my own- with no brain at all. Unfortunately this happens quite a lot. This story happened to me a while back, but I was reminded of it today and thought I would share.

I was driving to mom and dad’s and decided I should call my sister. She had just settled in at her new place in Michigan, and I figured what the heck. So I dialed. I don’t know if this happens anymore with cell phones but, remember on old fashioned house phones if you were dialing someone and they were dialing you at the same time- it wouldn’t ring and you would just suddenly be on the line with them? Ever happen to you? Well it’s happened to me before- and I thought that was the case when I dialed my sister and the phone didn’t ring- but I heard some noise on the other end.

“Hello?” I asked

“Hello?” a split second later from the other end of the phone
I laughed and so did she,
and then I said “were you calling me at the same time?”
And she did too! She said the same thing at almost the same time as me! How funny.
and we laughed and laughed
And then I asked “when are you coming to mom and dads”
And so did she! She said the same thing again...giggles
....wait a minute....
“Hello?” I asked again...
and so did she!
Wait a tic...
Am I hearing an echo? Oh my god I am! I am hearing my own echo!
I was just having a conversation with myself!
It sounded just like my sister! I would have sworn it was her on the other end, her laugh even sounded like hers! I guess I sound just like her then. How embarrassing. Thank god only Cody was witness to it.
What was even funnier- when I actually got through to my sister- (and I double checked- she was saying totally different things than I was)...I started to tell her the story. What I didn’t know was that she had gotten disconnected while I was still talking, so I was again...talking to myself.
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Sweet Surrender

January 12
Sweet Surrender

I had the best sleep last night!!!
I have had the best sleep these last couple of days! And you know how much I LOVE to sleep! Last night was the first time in...I don’t know how long...that I have slept through the entire night without waking up at least once. In any normal night I wake up at least three times starting at 3am and on until my alarm goes off. It started when I moved to Texas over a year ago, and at first I thought I would need some serious help if it didn’t stop. I took sleeping pills, drank Nyquil, turned on fans to make noise etc. Nothing helped. After a while I just got used to it, it became normal and I just had to surrender to it. Hopefully that has changed. Maybe it was the mental changes I have made in the last week? Maybe it was all the water I have been drinking? Who knows- I hope it stays this way, it feels great to finally get a good nights sleep without waking up.

This morning I was watching Good Morning America and there was a segment about cleaning out the clutter in your life. Diane Sawyer referred to a goddess in the Buddhist religion that holds a pair of scissors to represent cutting of ties to earthly belongings and attachments. The Buddhist and Hindu religions refer to her as Tara. She is a goddess of compassion. I don’t want to over analyze it to death but maybe Goddess Tara is looking after me and helping me cut the attachments I once had. I feel like all the clutter I had accumulated in the last year was really weighing on me. Maybe I am sleeping so well because I got rid of all my “baggage”? Whatever it is, it feels great. My mind is free, my conscience is clear, and my soul is weightless. Ahh, tranquility. Now if I could just get Cody to stay in his bed instead of mine!

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Just Breathe

Just Breathe

“2Am and I'm still awake writing this song
If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me
threatening the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them however you want to.”
~excerpt from Breathe (2AM) by Anna Nalick~

I think people misinterpret the reason that I still talk about my ex even though it’s been over a year since we broke up. I will say first off that I am not in love with him anymore. It’s the easiest answer people can think of, but that is just not why. The reason I talk about him is to get him out of my head. If I write it all out, it won’t live in my brain anymore. I tend to obsess about things that I can’t fix. I’ve always been that way. It is just how my brain works, and sometimes it can work against me.

Last week I got some news about my ex- he moved to New York. That in itself doesn’t bother me at all; I want nothing but happiness for him and wish him greatness. What bothers me the most is the fact that when I first heard that news, my brain started its gears again and I began obsessing. The questions flooded into my head: “why NY?” “ What part of NY?” “Why haven’t I heard from him in four months?” and that just isn’t healthy. The problem is that it should just stay a miniscule thought or two in my brain, but what happens is-it snowballs when it becomes more than a thought. When I begin talking about it or writing about it, it becomes bigger than it originally was.

So- because of all this, I have resolved to make a change. A change in the way I deal with my thoughts. If the thought doesn’t become emotional, it remains a thought; therefore it never evolves into something bigger than it needs to. I create chaos in my brain the second it goes into obsessing, I can control this. At the least I can replace the thoughts with something else.
So what if he has fallen off the face of the earth? That was his choice not mine, and I can accept that I may not ever talk to him again because I gave it my best shot. I am not going to let that bother me anymore, because I can’t fix it. And no matter how hard I think about it, I cannot change things between us, but I can change things about myself. I can stop thinking about the “whys” of everything and just let it go. Eventually those thoughts will be replaced with better things in my life and I won’t even wonder about him anymore.

And with that- Farewell to The Dreamer. Resolution begins now and I am retiring that chapter of my book with the end of this very sentence.

It feels really great right now. Knowing I have a spectacular boyfriend who loves me, and everything about us just fits. I haven’t been happy like this in a very long time. It’s a liberating feeling, cathartic and extremely healing to the soul. It literally feels like a huge weight is off my stomach and I can breathe easier. I like being happy. I know it sounds silly, but it’s true. I forgot how to be happy and I don’t remember when it happened. When did I give up happiness? What did I give it up for? Here I go with the thoughts again…I shall replace them with this:
Let yourself just be happy and enjoy it…and remember to breathe.

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Stupid Pet Tricks

January 08
Stupid Pet Tricks

It would be so easy for me to say that I have the cutest dog ever.
One of Codys favorite times of the day is right when it starts to get dark outside, and normally this is right as I am getting home from work. Instead of chasing balls, and normal things dogs do, my dog likes to chase a flashlight. So every day as the sun goes down we find the flashlight and head outside to the backyard to play. He will chase the light until he collapses if I let him. It has gotten to the point where I can not even say the word flashlight with out a complete meltdown from the dog until we play it. My parents even abreviated it to Tinkerbell or FL and he knows that now. Pretty soon the dog is going to be able to start spelling things on his own cause he understands now when I start spelling things outloud that it has something to do with him.

Recently he discovered he can play Tinkerbell even when it isnt dark outside. He created this game for himself all on his own- I swear, all I do is sit back and watch and laugh histerically. Every day at around 4 in the late afternoon, the sun comes through the sliding glass door and shines all the way across our living room floor in a long beam of light. One day Cody wandered across the sunlight and it caught his tags- creating a reflection on the floor and walls all around him. So now he walks back and forth through the light and chases the reflections until the sun goes down. This is very amusing I might add- very entertaining for me to watch. I still cant believe he created this game for himself, all on his own- he is so smart.

I love that dog.

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Kiss and Tell

January 05
Kiss and Tell

I had the most wonderful time last weekend.
The Lummox flew in Friday night, New Years Eve-Eve. I was so excited to see him that I waited on my stairs, sitting and staring out the window like a puppy. The door bell rang and suddenly I was in his arms. That is my favorite place to be. I stayed in his arms pretty much all weekend, if I could help it.
That night we opened our Christmas presents to each other; he just knows me so well. It was funny because we both gave each other the same gift at one point: Dave Matthews Band- Weekend on the Rocks CD/ DVD set. Great minds think alike right? And another gift that he spoiled me with- I had picked out for my sister, so I knew I loved it even before I opened the box. He really did spoil me with his gifts, but I feel really loved. *can I gush over the cute jammies he got me?*
New Years Eve was a very leisurely one. We took Cody for a much anticipated walk in the park and got lunch from the whole foods closest to me. We ate outside under a shade tree and we people-watched. That’s the thing about hanging out with Lummoxes- you can be anywhere doing anything and no matter what- it’s always a good time.
We decided on making sushi for our New Years dinner and the shopping soon commenced. The nice lady who was making the sushi that day at Whole Foods kindly gave us ready made sushi rice for no cost, which was really nice of her. And a great start to our evening. We stocked up on what we needed for the remainder of the weekend and headed home. We noticed in the checkout lane that the ginger sesame sauce we had picked out was called Soy Vey and that made us laugh when we read the label “...what happens when a Jewish girl and a Japanese boy fall in love and share a love of cooking...” and the sauce was spectacular! And Lummoxes make great sushi. We ate until we almost popped and then it was time for a movie and some champagne until Dick Clark came on. Then we watched the ball drop and I finally got a New Year’s Eve kiss that I will remember for the rest of my life. New years has always meant a lot to me- new beginnings and such, so having him here with me and being in his arms at midnight really meant the world to me.
If you haven’t seen The Producers yet- go see it! I haven’t laughed that hard at a movie in years. If you like Broadway musicals- it’s a definite must see. We got lost on the way to the theater of course; you see Jennis and Lummoxes don’t have a very good sense of direction it seems. We get lost a lot. But much to our surprise we made the movie on time. And we laughed between handfuls of popcorn.

It was a weekend filled with music, movies, good food, and joyous joyous laughter. It’s always great spending time with him, no matter what we are doing. He is great company. There is always much fun to be had when in the company of Lummoxes.
And even though we talk most every day, I can’t wait to see him again.
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