Category: The Samantha Years
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Bibbity, Bobbity, Poo
Poo is monitored very closely in our household….Samantha’s anyway. When Samantha’s poopin’, life is good. It’s the simple things I hold onto. So, Tuesday night when Samantha’s belly looked big and distended, I started to get worried. When she was up all night with tummy pains, I became a little more concerned and when ‘interventional…
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Cujo and the Kitty
Sunday afternoon….I have two hours. If I head west, I get into the foothills and a lot of climbing. If I go east, I can ride through the corn fields, small rolling hills and gain a little more speed. I head east. I tend to stay on the ‘Road Less Traveled’ in order to avoid…
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Off to School! By Samantha
Mommy has been a bad blogger! She got home from a summer in the hospital and forgot about the needs of my fans. So, I apologize. I took over the blog because this week because I have to tell you Mommy’s new expectations for me. Really, it’s just unacceptable. She said I had to go…
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There’s no Place….
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. Charles Dickens Our first weekend at home since Father’s Day. Father’s Day was June 14th. It’s now August 9th. That’s a lot of weekends. We miss life’s everyday simple gifts…
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The Courage Diary
I wake up and look at the clock….8:00 Friday morning; t-minus 24 until I have to be at the start in Leadville. Not a problem….I’ve trained. I can pack in a day, get the family ready. Food and cold beer have already been purchased. We are good to go. Oh wait, one small detail….we still…
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