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The vacuum clicked and rattled its dissention with having to pass through the cream-colored shag--Minute bits of plastic I’d imagine-- parts BARBIE will just have to do without. Yesterday, I slashed, organized, and gutted all my daughter’s worldly possessions, and I come away with a sense of comradeliness with my brethren the Everest climbers or even Jacques Cousteau. To say my Darling is a bit of a pack rat would be to say tv dinners kinda taste good, or orange is kind of a color. Despit…

This is one of the many reflections that my friend, Jeff, sends to me almost every week. This story really hit me because I am in the process of trying to decide what kind of trees I would love to put in place of the big Texas weeds, pine tres to the rest of the world, in my yard. I am getting a better idea of what I want to do. Take a few minutes to read this and let me know what you think. I have asked his permission to put these in the public and he agreed. Enjoy:   After a couple o…

Well I've seen some bad places, but Rifle fits in. We were hungry and had some food in the first place we could find, a shabby Mexican Place called 'El Burrito Loco'. The burrito was fine though :)