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Clumsy and Dangerous

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Written by Jen

I accidentally hit a small child in the head with a flower pot yesterday.

Not a good way to start the day.

Of course there's a story here.

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How to Pick the Final Four, Sometimes

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Trash talk is not something I regularly embrace. But twice a year-when Xavier University plays the University of Cincinnati, and then throughout the NCAA tournament-- I do dabble in this great American pastime. I've had to rethink the wisdom of the first occasion since this year's, uh, embarrassment on the court between my alma mater and well, that other school. Jockeying for position in the brackets, however, remains fair game in this family.

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Finding Love

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I made my husband sit through The Notebook the other night. A sucker for a good love story, I couldn't resist the lure of a tale reputed to be the mushiest of all fiction turned late-night TV. It didn't disappoint. I hadn't read the book, but I'd heard enough to expect the unrealistic plot that culminated in an absolutely ridiculous ending. Cheesy? Yes. Heart-warming? Absolutely. Growing old together....ahhh...don't we all want that? I loved it.

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The Warm-Hearted Snowman

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Last Updated (Tuesday, 14 February 2012 13:40) Written by Jen

A snowman head sits on the cedar chest in my bedroom. Seriously, is there anything more disturbing than to awaken to the empty eyes of a stuffed Frosty staring at you from across the room? I'm sure a horror film with this theme must exist.

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Pushed to Pray

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On a recent rainy Monday evening, I had the honor of "visiting" a book club meeting. Not being a regular member, I didn't read the book--nor did I even remember the title I was given when invited--but the ladies who invited me are former neighbors and I relished the opportunity to gather with friends. What a lovely evening it was.

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