tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17512630497087721582012-02-16T13:13:55.158-07:00It's not always easy being us. Most days if it wasn't for bad luck we'd not have any luck at all...Tara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12264901305150132921noreply@blogger.comBlogger8721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751263049708772158.post-85248579143892403162012-01-13T10:15:00.002-07:002012-01-13T10:15:51.404-07:00

Eleven years sure does fly by fast... Thank you for the music tribute this morning, though it's left me a little more than raw. The visit in the wee hours was super sweet too. You're still the best :* Love, me

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In the complete irony that was and continues to be your life today the Colorado AG's office files their response in the first round of appeals... here's to the continuation of Divine intervention... miss you Honey ♥

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Keep on becoming the wonderful young woman your father was and continues to be so proud of and stay true to yourself first and foremost.

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Believe it or not... I've not forgotten. ARD has been on my mind all weekend and week long. Actually, for several weeks coming up to the big day. I just don't know what to say. Yeah, me at a loss for words. I know you're all shocked. So... happy belated birthday ARD. I know your dad is there every day checking in on you because he still checks in here too. Though we've never met we still have

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It felt bizarre, surreal, and completely out of place to be packing up bags in the hotel room knowing that 50 miles or so away there was a buzz of commotion happening that day. Pulling out and driving east and north to head home when all the action was west of where we'd been. It was as if we were leaving before our job was done. Granted, we'd be back. I knew that much for a fact. I glanced at

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That's what we did for days straight on end. Looking. Hoping. Wondering. Somehow knowing but not wanting to admit the worse. Trying to keep the thoughts positive. As if that could change the outcome. Waiting a few hours on Monday morning to go back into the police station to talk to someone. Anyone. Some news. Any news. Questions from my end. Why were this and that and those questions phrased

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I do believe today is the actual date posted on Jim's death certificate... only because it's the day that the corner and dentist were able to positively identify the dental records... I know he couldn't stand to watch me cry when he was alive... and I know it's even harder for him since passing... but there are times I have to give myself permission to cry and just allow it to all pour out...

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I heard a series of sirens tonight... not a big deal on most days... but today wasn't like most days. Today it was the trigger I needed to push me one more time... Today I kept thinking about the Saturday three years ago on July 18, 2008. The one my mom and I spent driving around Fremont County and the surrounding areas for the second day in a row. The downed tree in the creek bed I sat on and

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Jim and I had lunch in town... kissed a long goodbye in the parking lot with the cottonwood fluff falling down around us like snow in July... and then he boarded a plane for Colorado... He never made it to Salida to see the kids and they never made it to Canon City to see him... he only made it as far as here... There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of him still. James "Jim" Glenn

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To the man I still consider the world's best dad.

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In honor of Memorial Day... Jim doesn't have a "graveside" per se but I did make it up to my leaning tree at the Bedford, Wyoming Cemetery where I left a little treat for the birds and squirrels tucked up in its branches. ♥ you forever Waddles :*

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Join me as I make a special guest appearance on Mystical Moments With Jeryl. Jeryl Larson will be continuing her May series Achieving Peace in the Midst of a World in Chaos. "True peace is an inside job. Do you have tools for attaining Inner Peace?" We will discuss how "ingesting* essential oils helps us care for our bodies as the temples that they truly are." We'll be announcing a special prize

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I can't help but think of the Mother's Day in 2008 that Jim and I spent together. Maybe it's the fact that I went to Yellowstone Bear World with my own mother this year. Even though we'd been just two weeks before. I have always enjoyed going there. But now it holds a special place in my heart. I always feel closer to Jim when I'm there. Silly. Maybe. Maybe not. There's something about petting

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You can catch my radio debut on the rebroadcast of Katt on a Mission at 10:30 a.m. PST (11:30 a.m. MST) TODAY over at 12radio.com. And if you'd like a download of the archived show you can find it here. Stay tuned for more appearances and events... things are starting to buzz around here!

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Wondering what I've been up to the last few months and what's coming up in the near future? Join me and the amazingly talented, high energy, Gemini extraordinaire, Katt Casbar tomorrow morning live on the air at 10 AM (PST)/11 AM (MST)/Noon (CST)/1 PM (EST). We'll talk essential oils and more! Follow the link for even more info or continue reading below to see what Katt has to say in her own

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I've not forgotten about my little corner here in the internet... I just haven't had the time. I'm going in a few new directions and life has been exciting to say the least lately. I'm coming out of my long nasty Saturn return and starting to feel the impulses of my Jupiter return... which is good and bad. Good because it's about time... bad because there is just no way for me to get caught up

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This really cool song I heard tonight... and no... it's in NO WAY an announcement... after the third time I listened to it and finally picked up that part of the lyrics I figured I better put a clarification out there from the get go...

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It's been a very long month. Extremely long. Right on par with July of 2008. Not near as drastic, but certainly full of its drama. And I'm feeling the need to breathe... and I'm craving one of Jim's perfect hugs. Those all encompassing, unconditional, loving, embraces. Hearing this song just about pushed me over a fine edge this morning...

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The most amazing man walked into my life and it's never been the same since... This picture was taken the same year. He was 30. I was 23. We both look so young. And we both had so much ahead of us... he's still helping me get to the top of my mountains and challenges. But what I wouldn't give to have him here to hold my hand. I don't handle change well.  I never have. Today I realized how much

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But not so low that I've not sensed what's going on... being treated like a mushroom may make it "easier" to get through the day and "move on" but I prefer not to be blindsided when the time comes. We'll see what comes of the dreams and thoughts and hits from this week... one thing is for certain... my intelligence and fortitude shouldn't ever be doubted. Yes, there's still a long path ahead...

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It's been years since I've seen my Uncle Bert. He was the first husband of an estranged aunt of mine, but it's fitting that this is the way he left this world. Good ol' Uncle Bert. Tinkering until the end. And at 88 he looks exactly like I remember him when I was 6. God bless you Uncle Bert.

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In case you missed it last night... I know I did... my body won the battle and I had to go to bed...  From NASA ~ This lunar eclipse falls on the date of the northern winter solstice. How rare is that? Total lunar eclipses in northern winter are fairly common. There have been three of them in the past ten years alone. A lunar eclipse smack-dab on the date of the solstice, however, is

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Dear Waddles, If you were here, you'd turn 40 today. The big 4-0. You'd insist nothing be done or said about it. And you would know me well enough to know that I don't take no for an answer. Especially when it comes to celebrating you. And boy could I celebrate you. I miss shopping for December. Your birthday is separate from Christmas. I never cared what you said... you were worthy of two

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This has been my splash screen when I log in to one of my email accounts... ... as if I could ever forget... and how I'd love to send him a message... not that I can't... but one that he was alive to read... You may want to avoid the blog on Sunday... the only thing I can promise is a long rambling post... it may or may not make sense... we'll see...

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So there was this little viral fun thing going on the other day on facebook and a couple of friends and I played along. It was all supposed to be anonymous. At least that was the instructions. And technically it still kind of is. Except that I'm feeling more than my share of blah this evening and I've decided to take what my friends said about me and document it here so I can come back to it on a

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Is that life keeps going on with or without my involvement in everything else going on around me and regardless of my own pity party! And I won't tempt the universe by saying that one cliche here, but we all know it... it can always be... oh yes. Remember the fundraiser I was donating my services to? Well here's the outcome... not as many sessions as I had hoped, but a handful nonetheless!

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I try to bury a lot of feelings these days. I know eventually I'll have to deal with them. But some nights it's the only way to sleep. Then it's like the world conspires to make me spend the evening crying. Like tonight. After declining the request to go with a friend to K-Mart to pick out a trac phone (seriously, why anybody uses those is beyond me, but whatever) and then having to explain my

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Happy Thanksgiving! Thank you to all of my friends and followers of my ramblings and soapboxes. Without some of you I honestly don't know where I'd be. Love,

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Because I was busy over the weekend with the fundraiser for Kenny I didn't pre-publish this week's posts like I wanted to... which wouldn't have been a big problem and I would've generally found some time to squeeze a post here and there... and then mother nature dumped about 2 feet of snow in the mountains here and shut down all the roads and my home became the flop house for those stranded on

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Day 23---Something you wish you had done in your life. I wish I would have taken more time off of work to spend on the road with Jim. Especially the last 6 months. I had taken off a lot of time when he was sick in January and didn't think I had much vacation time left to take any and go enjoy a trip on the road with him. Needless to say, by the time I had accrued back any vacation time it was

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Day 22---Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life. Rev Run tweeted this an hour before I started this post... the timing couldn't be any better... "Resentment hurts u...When u resent, it gets re-sent 2 u #clear all channels 4 success." Are there a few things I regret. Yes. But not many. And not any I want to share with the entire internet. Someday maybe. But not until I've sorted

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Day 21---Your best friend is in a car accident right after you two fight. What do you do? I try to avoid confrontation. Really. I do not enjoy it. So the chances of this happening isn't likely. But since this is a month of hypothetical and what ifs I'll play. It wouldn't matter if we'd just had a fight or not. I'd be the first person at the hospital. Because that's how I am. No questions asked

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Day 20---Your views on drugs and alcohol Ohhh soapbox time... my view has always been JUST SAY NO! I have a zero tolerance policy for drugs. Even more so after Jim was murdered. Seems like everyone, with the exception of myself and any of the professionals or experts, who took the stand during the trial had some kind of drug or alcohol issue. Hell, the surprise witness who popped up mid-trial

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Day 19---What do you think of religion? A friend of mine caused quite a stir last weekend when he posted this quote, "Morality is doing what is right regardless of what you are told ... Religion is doing what you are told regardless of what is right." (no credit as he didn't cite) I say to each their own. I believe there's got to be some cosmic force. I'm still discovering what it is. I don't

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Title looks a bit familiar, no? Today Jim's daughter turns 13. Officially a teenager. Despite the years of her father wishing and praying she wouldn't grow up so fast, it's here. One day I hope she will know how much he loved her. How he looked forward to her constant "babbling." How she was always and forever his first princess. Happy birthday ECD.

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Day 18---Your views on gay marriage. It's no secret. I. Love. My. Gay. Friends. Some I've had for nearly 20 years. Some I've only just met but it feels like we've known each other for 20 years. Is there lifestyle for me? No. I'm as hetrosexual as they come. Does that mean I don't wish the same things for them? Hell no. I love them and want them to be recognized as equally as the rest of the

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Day 17---A book you’ve read that changed your views on something. Allow me to introduce you to the first real story of strength. Mine has nothing on hers. A book I read so much it was confiscated many times until I'd get my other work done. A book my mother showed me through her own strength was worth fighting to keep on the school's shelves when they threatened to censor my school's library. A

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Day 16---Someone or something you definitely could live without. Wow. This one is kind of hard. I've weeded a lot out over the last couple of years. My life is in no way minimalistic, but it has been scaled back to a degree that there really isn't too much left to cut out. You know what though. As I sit here blogging away and thinking I'm watching a sappy movie on t.v. Something I decided to

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Day 15---Something or someone you tried to live without, and can't. I keep trying, but I can't. Okay, that's not entirely true. I'm not trying. Every night I ask the powers that be and Jim to let him come be with me in my dreams. And those moments in my dreams when I feel his arms wrap around me, cradle my face, and hold me tight... those moments I live for. I spend my waking hours counting down

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Day 14---A hero that has let you down. Hero? This is hard. Off the top of my head I can't think of many heroes I have let alone one that's let me down... unless you want to count my father. But really, you don't want me to get into my daddy issues. Not here. Not now. Let's just say I really can't remember the time when I thought of him as my hero so it's not like he could really let me down. The

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Day 13---A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough days. Well, I knew the nonsappy posting was too good to be true and eventually would be short lived... so... here we go... Where oh where would I be without Reba? It's like she's spent the last 30 years writing and singing songs about my life... and gives me a soundtrack to belt to through the darkest days... like when I found

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If you live in the Eastern Idaho/Western Wyoming/Southern Montana/Northern Utah areas (sounds like a wide range of locations, but for us locals we know it's all within a 90 minute drive) consider helping out a great cause while updating those family pictures or head shots of yours! My friends' father, Kenny, has stage 4 prostate cancer. His doctor has approved and he's been accepted into the

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Day 12---Something you never get compliments on. My legs... they go on forever but you'd never know because they're usually pretty well hidden under my slacks or skirt... but the truth be known I've got a 34 1/2 inch inseam... and I'm only 5 foot 4 inches... yes, I know, that pretty means that nearly half my body is glam gams... seems like no matter what size my pants might be or not be at any

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Day 11---Something people seem to compliment you the most on. FINALLY!!!!!!! Something easy to answer :) Ignore the extra large pores and focus on those big brown eyes if you will... careful though... more than one person has been known to get lost in them... they can be quite hypnotic... I've been told I should register them as a lethal weapon... I prefer to think they're just cow shit brown

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Day 10---Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know. I know. I know. This is supposed to be about answering the questions. But, you know, I can't be that mean and call people out. Nope. Not directly on a page that is frequented still by so many people. Okay all 4 of you ;) I feel like I already covered this yesterday. It's one of those things I'm constantly doing so that I don't have to

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Day 09---Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted. This is going to sound a bit pretentious (but then really, when don't I?) ... but there's really nobody I can think of. Really. People pass through our lives at various times for a reason. I never really think about someone drifting away. To tell you the truth, I don't let the people who are a positive influence and resource in my

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Day 08---Someone who made your life hell. This goes without saying. She did. He did. And he really did. Together they turned my world upside down and ripped my heart from chest.

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Day 07---Someone who has made your life worth living for. Like you all don't already know the answer to this one... Always and forever Jim is the reason life is worth living. When I can't find the strength to go on with my day, he's the reason I push through. I know he'd get so mad at me if I just gave up. Crawled under the covers. Hid from it all. Although there are days even weeks where

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Day 06---Something you hope you never have to do. Ya'll, we should just call this 30 days of cry yourself to sleep every night. Or 30 days of dealing with shit you've put off for years now. No. Seriously. It's not like I came into this project feeling 100% to start with. Nope. Probably far from it. Probably being the understatement of the year. Decade. Screw that. Lifetime. So on to tonight's

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Day 05---Something you hope to do in your life. One day I hope to visit here. And here. And here. And swing by here and here too.

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Day 04---Something you have to forgive someone for. This one is hard. Because I know all the answers I should put here and I'm so flipping stubborn I don't want to admit any of them because then I might have to actually start working on that. So I'm going to cop out and pick something easy. But I'm not going to make it that easy for you... Today I choose to forgive those who knew the parties

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Day 03---Something you have to forgive yourself for. For not seeing it coming. I live with the guilt every day. Day in. Day out. If I had only known. Listened to the flags and bells ringing wildly in my head instead of shushing them. Something was terribly amiss that week. I should've seen it. I should've sensed it more. I got tunnel visioned thinking it was one thing when really it was a

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Yes, I'm already cheating and combining posts... Day 01---Something you hate about yourself. Day 02---Something you love about yourself. Thing is, the thing I hate about myself and the thing I love about myself are one in the same. I hate that I can get so passionate about a crusade/movement/whatever that I drown in it. It totally consumes me. I love that I can get so passionate about a

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I've decided to jump on Camie's bandwagon and join in on the NaBloPoMo "fun" this year. We'll see how it goes. Kind of feeling a bit... well... yeah. Noticed that the number of posts I've written this year are pathetically low. I think it's equal parts me just not feeling up to writing, over and done with the world having an eye into my world (oh yeah so here's an idea let's write every day for a

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Don't forget to get out and vote!

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I'm wearing purple, are you??? Because this is more than an LGBT movement and fight, it's ours too. Now. Go home and grab some purple!!

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My new theme song:

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Remember how 2008 just absolutely sucked and kicked my ass? Today marks two years since my beloved Papa left us too. If you plan on lecturing me on getting past it, let me save the time now and just tell you to bug off. I miss my Papa Jim as much as I miss my Jim. I miss calling and knowing he'd be there to listen to me ramble. I was driving home from an outing a few weeks ago and all I could

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Today Jim's son turns 15. Fifteen. I've been thinking of what I could say for days (truthfully for a few weeks). My mind has been a jumble. I want to say something. Anything. Everything. And the only thing I can seem to continually think of are the things that the both of them will be missing out on. Sharing all those rights of passage at this age. Jim teaching him to drive. The stories Jim

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Like usual, I had just that. Full intentions of catching up on blogging and my life... seems like there's always something going on. Things are crazy right now. Busy with work. Busy with a new venture. Busy making new memories. Busy with family. Busy with new friends. Ah. Remember when I had nothing better to do than edit pictures? Yeah, me either. As I type this there's a load in the

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I became forever indebted in gratitude to the 14 women and men who helped bring some closure and justice to Jim's story. I'm still learning to live without him... learning to let myself love all over... again... still trying to find what I need to feel whole without him... again... still trying to redefine my life... without him.

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Why I can't take the ambien that was prescribed to me... because I'm worse than this... God bless you Cole for being brave enough to post this video. A little background: Cole and I went to high school together. He's one of my absolute best buddies ever. I adore him and his partner Tom. They make my world a happier place. Any comments I make here I've already told him... like how I think it's

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Me: T. J., you're Auntie's favorite nephew! T.J.: I'm not Nephew! Me: Oh yeah, you're not a nephew? You're my nephew, that's why I'm your Auntie. T.J.: I'm not Nephew! I'm T.J. Barber! This was pretty much the line of teasing for the remainder of the weekend... "T.J., you're cute. No! I'm T.J. Barber!" It doesn't take much in these parts to entertain the family :)

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But luckily a friend of mine could... as I was trying to type this post and stumbling over and over my own words this quote came to my attention: "It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live." ~ Albus Dumbledore Going into this day I had a major case of the what ifs, could've beens, and should've beens... I took a walk last night to clear my head. The poppies are in full bloom. I

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Goes to my nephew, Tucker... Aunt Tara (as Tucker is swinging from the ropes that are holding the livestock tent up): "Tucker, what's between your ears" Tucker: "My nose!" *Aunt's edit (I expected the answer to be be "my brain" so I could tell him to use it and quit swinging like a monkey from the ropes that were keeping the tent from coming down)* Seriously, how could I be expected to keep

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Meaning it's fair time around here. I've not made it down to the barns at my own county fair like I had hoped to but hopefully there will still be some excitement down near the arenas when I get there tonight for the concert. On tap tonight... fair burgers... music... and new memories... coincidentally when the offer to go to the concert came up and I had to look up the artist (if you know me

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And all things internet really... Those with any legal knowledge or background should get a kick out of following the link and going back through the filings of those who have come in and out of the case... oh yeah. Classic. Right? You better believe I'm (a) not surprised at all and (b) biting my tongue (although not fully since I am venting here). I mean seriously. Not my place to say

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There are songs that come on the radio and make the world stand still for three minutes at a time... take me back to days and moments in my life... and if I'm really honest with myself... make me cry. This new song by Jewel is one of them. Not because of things left unsaid. I was lucky enough to have a love like this song. One in which little, if not anything, was left unsaid. The good, the bad,

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My world was turned completely upside down when you left to visit the kids and never came home... James "Jim" Durgan ~ December 17, 1970 - July 10, 2008 I still walk into your bathroom just to open the medicine cabinet and look at your manly products (the ones you swore you didn't really need but never passed up the chance to use)... and open your closet to take in the scent of your muskiness.

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To Kidd Ray and Ted this week! Kidd made it to eleven although not without proving why some animals eat their young... the next couple of years are going to be real fun around my parents' place... he's a great kid though so don't worry! The problem is he's been around his mother and sister probably too much and is very opinionated and not afraid to give an opinion whether or not he's asked...

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Kidd Ray earned his Cub Scout Arrow of Light last week. It's the highest honor in Cub Scouts. It's also the only Cub Scout badge he can wear on his Boy Scout uniform when he moves into the program next week. Congrats Kidd Ray! Now it's time to start working on that Eagle Scout so you're not stuck with your big sister driving you on all your dates ;) But first maybe we'll start with letting you

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I've had all these thoughts running a muck in my mind today. Thoughts that once put together would've made a wonderful post. And then I sat down to clear my head and put them all in one place... and find myself just numb... the tears streaming down my face. Those closest to me know I've been trying some new things these last couple of months. We'll just call it a New Year's resolution gone awry.

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A new friend I have recently (in the last few months) made sent me a pic of these gorgeous flowers the other day because yellow roses are my favorite (bonus points for the purple fillers because that's my favorite combination)... then surprised me again a few days later when they showed up with the flowers in hand... they brightened my day (twice) so I thought I would share them with everyone

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That's what I did for Memorial Day weekend... I took off Thursday afternoon for Missoula, Montana to visit some new friends. I've never been to that part of Montana before. It changed how I think and look at Montana - it was so green and pretty! Nothing like the drive to Billings!On the way there I saw this cool sign... so I had to snap a picture of it and send it to my little brother who now

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I've probably posted this song before... but it's come to mind at least 5 times over the last 24 hours so if I don't post it somewhere it's going to be stuck in my head for at least another 24... which wouldn't be so bad because I'm certain it's a special message... so I suppose I'm posting it just so I have somewhere to put it until I can mentally come back to it. Because there's a lot going

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I seem to get this result a lot...Your result for Which Tarot Card Represents Your Higher Self? Test...The Moon3 0Fool, 2 1Magician, 6 2Priestess, 2 3Empress, 2 4Emperor, -1 5Hierophant, -1 6Lovers, 3 7Chariot, 2 8Strength, 4 9Hermit, 2 10WheelOfFortune, 4 11Justice, 0 12HangedMan, 3 13Death, 2 14Temperance, -1 15Devil, 2 16Tower, 3 17Star, 11 18Moon, 0 19Sun, -1 20Judgement

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* For life to slow down.* For life to get easier.* To post on this blog.* To take that next step.* To call.* To clean the guest bedroom.* To take that time.* To go out of town.But mostly, I keep waiting for Jim to call. To walk through the door.Some days are easier than others. Most days I'm on autopilot. Today wasn't one of them.I'm confused. I'm tired. No, I'm exhausted. I'm frustrated. And I'm

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So... during the fall of 2007 I shot a wedding... and I'm still trying to decide if wedding photography is for me. I much more prefer the engagement and bridal shoots than the stress of the wedding day. Actually, to tell you the truth, if I could be a second shooter and capture all the details and candid moments of the day I'd be perfectly content.Anyway, my present to the bride were her bridal

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The boys have plenty of excuses to keep on playing... and with all the snow we've finally started to get this year there's a lot more places they can go to now. Shan sent these along to me this week because my stepdad, Dallas, is part of the group. He's in the black and red jacket ;) Which, upon closer inspection, is apparently part of the attire to belong to the club... I personally am not big

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Can go back to bed any day now...I'm still here... just lots and lots going on. I've got lots to say and there are days when I think "ohhhhh I need to blog that" but for some reason (likely the 9th month of snow) I just don't have the umph to give a damn to take the time to put it all down. I know. I know. I should make a better effort. I think I'm just trying to work through some things first.

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And trust me... it took a lot of time in the chair and a lot of work with the makeup to make it look this damn good...All joking aside... after the pity party and breakdown I had going into my birthday... I survived my birthday with the help of some amazing friends and family. I did nothing but eat for days on end... to the point I thought I might die from consumption. Lunch and dinner out with

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I am trying to not give everyone around me this look...And quite honestly, it's more of a struggle than one might think. Between the stress of dealing with people who have absolutely no common sense... needing more hours in the day... trying to figure out what, when, where, and God knows whatever else to do with my life (you know, since Plan A was usurped)... and today. This. God. Awful. Had. To.

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I had full intentions of posting these last night. Unfortunately, the squirrel up my chimney had a completely different idea. And, no, "squirrel up my chimney" is not an euphemism for anything else... it's just part of life in Wyoming. And because my life seems to never lack in dull moments... in the middle of waiting for the pest control guys to come out and take care of said squirrel, Bossman's

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Starting with a newborn baby session... I won't even begin to tell you the meltdown session I had on the way home from taking these... the emotional beating I gave myself during the two hour drive... I'll spare you the crying and nose sniffling... but I think you all are smart enough to figure that out on your own... one more magical moment of life taken from us... that being said, I hope you

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Everywhere :) I haven't been down home in a couple of weeks so my mom and brother came up to have lunch with me this weekend. While I was waiting I snapped this picture. I figured why waste a good hair and makeup day, right?Because I've been told that I need a new profile picture for the various social networking sites I went ahead and uploaded it the same day. One of my very nice friends and I

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Getting my photography groove back on... I took this head shot of my mom a month ago...I also did her hair and makeup for the shoot... we made a girls day of it. For a bit afterward I felt like I could get behind the camera again... now it's been a month and I just can't find that drive. I've been asked to do some shots for a local business sometime this month... we'll see if I can get my camera

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I'm alive!Things at the office have just had me running around like a tiger trying to catch my own tail. I'm exhausted at the end of every work day. Every. Day. Year end, property disputes, and every day office stuff is tiring when you're actually in the office on a consistent basis again! Not to mention, I'm still about a month behind from the trial last summer. I've almost caught up. Almost. A

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It's days like today that make me miss his charm and the way he could make me laugh through the crappiest of moments... *sigh*

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He speaks... the day after a major meltdown... this song came on a station it should've never have been played on...I kiss you and I feel you pull awayIt hurts me when I see you hesitateMistakes I've made, wish I could take them backSay it's not too late to hear you... Chorus:Speak your heart and I will listenDon't hold back we'll find what's missin'I'll take you all the wayClose your eyes and

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Hi Sexy,I can hardly believe it was nine years ago today that you waltzed into my life. I had no idea then that it would change as much as it has. That I'd learn to love the way I did. That I'd learn to trust the way I did. That I'd learn to be able to put my faith and trust in someone so completely. So fully. That I'd learn to laugh. To truly laugh.Our first picture together... I remember the

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Remembering this night 3 years ago.Wrapped in his arms.Facing the world together.Laughing through the darkest moments.Wishing it could be different.Knowing it couldn't.Exhausted and sick, what more could we do?Pennies and Poppies, now all that remain.

Tara Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12264901305150132921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751263049708772158.post-30707884985338166092010-01-06T00:00:00.001-07:002010-01-06T00:00:03.083-07:00

Out... like a real adult. Bossman, Jr.'s wife turned 30 yesterday. So naturally there was a big shindig out at one of the country clubs. It was more fun than I thought it would be. And the food. OMG. If you get the chance to dine at 3 Creek... take it!Apparently, I never dress up for the office anymore. That's not really news to me. It's hard to find that balance between casual office and too

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I just got off the phone... again... from another marathon conversation. Honestly, I could talk all day and night. I'm trying to decide if this is an endearing habit or not. Currently, I have the world's biggest migraine. Could it possibly be from the three hours worth of conversation I had tonight... or the two hours I had last night? Oye. What I can't understand just yet is why anyone would be

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Moving and shaking... literally... My mom and I felt this while we were just finishing up dinner on New Year's Eve (yes, around my parents' place dinner is LATE... drives me nuts... but that's another post). Of course the boys didn't feel a thing and thought we were nuts...So there. Proof we're not. Or at least for that one moment we weren't.

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Check out that side bar... see how many posts there were for 2009... I did it! I successfully (depending on how you view it) posted a blog every day for the entire year. Whew! That's a whole lot of stuff to share.It started out as a way to bury what was really going on. You know, with multiple investigators, etc., trying to pull any and every piece of information they could from the blog for all

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And good riddance!Thanks for joining me on this daily ride. I know some posts have had more depth than others. Trust me there was a reason for that, but if there's anything I want you to take away from reading my daily blog for the last year, it's what one of my friends from long ago has... she sent me a message a month or so ago, "I hope I'm not out of line for saying this, but I just wanted to

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2000 - I had moved "home" from Utah back to Wyoming a few months before the new year. I was working days as a para-educationalist in the special education department at one of the local elementary schools working one-on-one with an 8 year old, non potty trained, cleft pallet, downs syndrome boy. And by night I was helping with my mom with Kidd who was only a few months old. She worked nights. I

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This says it all... a little bit of this... a little bit of that... and a good mix of funny... Got to love Facebook for providing the entertaining recap that is my life...

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I made the now infamous LaBarge Stuffed Mushrooms... but this time I drenched those suckers in BUTTER... and O.M.G.These things are the easiest appetizer ever... and the yummiest too...Two packages of mushrooms - take the stems out (keep to use later - drench in butter and saute)One package of Jimmy Dean ORIGINAL sausage (MUST USE JIMMY DEAN - it's got the most flavor built in)One block (8 oz) of

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