Just the musings of a thirty-something ex-pat mum to three boys and wifey to yet another. PR Specialist and writer in another life.
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If I Could Escape . . .
If I Could Escape . . . Slumber land conversations from my toddler . . . can you figure out what he was dreaming about?
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Maybe he was reliving an episode of Go, Diego Go, but I’m not sure. If you have any thoughts as to what you think was going on in my wee boy’s slumber land, please feel free to comment away.
If I Could Escape . . . Anybody want to vent about their job, past or present?
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I held what was supposed to be a part-time, telecommuting position as an account executive for a very small PR firm. When I first began, the partners of the firm had one weekly conference call with all the team members.
If I Could Escape . . . Remember, remember the 5th of November . . .
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I can just hear the collective gasps coming from you all. Never fear for we had something equally if not more bloodcurdling to look forward to . . .
If I Could Escape . . . Do these glasses make me look fat?
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I’ll never forget the day it happened. Almost 27 years ago to the day, I walked in to my first middle school class and was seated alphabetically . . . at the back of the classroom. It was an English class and theteacher, Mr. ...
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It started with me waving my boys off to schoolon their bikes. Moments later, there was a knock at the door and I opened it to find my oldest son there . . . one look at his face and I knew something ...
