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Happy Dance

Since the death of The Teenager's Truck, I've been getting more driving time than usual. I'm not going to complain though. It's been (dare I say it and jinx it?) good spending time alone with her and actually talking I've found, much to my amazement, that she talks more when the other children aren't around.

A Christmas miracle!


And I have learned some exciting things from her. For instance, today she told me that she wants to apply to BYU Idaho, room with Whitney and Sarah (two girls from our ward).

This is when I began my Happy Dance. It was really more of a Happy Wiggle, as I was driving at the time she told me this wonderful news. When I got home, the actual dancing began.

.....she's made an excellent decision....she's made an excellent decision....

As the official Parental Units of this girl, we are thrilled!! And we like Whitney and Sarah as well.

This almost makes up for the heart attack she gave me this weekend by coming home with a faux lip ring and passing it off as real. Almost

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  1. YOU know the Wiggles?
    Are we talking Aussie Wiggles?
    The ones little kids love?????

    No.........I missed it completely..
    We is talking BYU Idaho........
    Ok......I give up!
    What is it?

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  2. That's funny, she told me she wanted to go to the LSE, and room with Snoop Dogg.

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  3. Dear Whitesnake, no, sorry. Not the Aussie Wiggles, although I have heard of them. I was referring to my movements, happy sort of moving around. It sounded better in my head. :grin:

    Vicus,vicus, vicus. It's ok to be happy for me, no one will think less of you.

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  4. A wise friend of mine gave me some advice for the surviving my kids' teenage years. You have to hold on to those moments when you see those glimpses of the person they will become and let it get you through the rest of it.

    Yay for excellent decisions!

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