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It’s that time of the month when I’m more emotional than usual. More sad. More stressed. More angry. More prone to tears, what ifs, and blank stares.

Recently, a long-time and very dear friend of mine named Jenny sent me an email that carries important words, and good advice. I asked her permission to share it with you all, and she agreed.

So I just watched the movie Juno for the first time this week and I LOVED it! Can't believe it took me this long to see it! I was so smitten with the quirkiness of the film and the creative behind it. The opening title sequence was so intriguing to me I decided to dig a little deeper about this tedious art. . .

I went to Baptist today to do my Pre-Op stuff for my upcoming Endozapectomy next week. I was not the least bit nervous about the whole procedure thing until they started going over the list of things that could possibly happen to me whilst I’m out. Especially the part about “waking during surgery” and maybe it was just me, but, the lady seemed to have a spooky echo to her voice when she said “EVEN DEATH.”

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I have always been concerned about test results. In high school I hated sitting down to a test and scanning the questions with that sinking feeling of not recognizing much. I usually tried to avoid that situation (with the least effort possible).

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I had a baby in January. I turned 40 when he was 3 months old. Mr. P and I thought one more would be wonderful but we knew we needed to get crackin’ with the way those statistics start to look post-40.

April fools day has come and gone in all of its infamy in the Charlotte version of the Corbin household. Normally I hear of a few funny jokes either on the radio talk shows or perhaps from friends. Not so this year.