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The program went well last night and after I finished singing the pianist asked me if she could have a signed copy of my first CD. That was a sweet thing for her to say. I'm glad it's over. The pain in my back disappeared while I was there, and came back when I was done. I love little miracles.

They served Lebanese food for the dinner and it was delicious. I'm not sure I've had Lebanese food before, but I enjoyed it.

Today we will be hosting the House Cleaning Olympiad because my SIL is flying in from Texas for a family wedding this weekend. this should be fun ~~ordering the kids around to do this and that.

This is hubby's last day of work at his pennies-for-work job. He's taking next week off to do some things around the house that need doing and to go skiing one day of course. How could he not? He deserves to have some fun. He's going to go with our neighbor Dan from across the street. Dan will be heading back to Iraq in June. He's a good man. His wife Jenny came with me to the program last night. It was great to have her there with me. I love her and her boys. Her boys are the ones I have every day to watch and they have become mine. Dillon is two and Daniel is five. I'm glad I'll be here with them while their daddy is gone for his year long deployment in Iraq.

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  1. i usually need a drink before i sing in public. a drink and a karaoke machine!
    looking forward to reading about dan's safe return from iraq when his year is up.

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