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Is it Just me….

Is it just me, or is this font difficult to read? I like it and wish I could write like this, however with the amount of typing I do on the computer, my handwriting skills have suffered. Typing is much faster and easier for me.

The children got out of school today. This doesn't mean that they escaped, they were let go for the summer. I'm not complaining (yes I am), but I feel summer is far too long. I think they need to make summer vacation two to three weeks and then it's back to the salt mines books for them. I hate to see them lose ground, educationally speaking.

Of course this would mean that before they could begin their mid-summer rants of "I'm BORED' and 'There's NOTHING TO DO!' they would be swept back into the excitement that is school.

I mentioned in a previous blog post that I've gotten a new job, writing blogs and articles for real, honest to goodness money! I have spent most of my time today editing three other writers and sending their work back to them. It's not too difficult, except the system is something I'm still trying to learn. Once I get it all down I'm sure it will take a lot less time than it's taking now.

I better go. I have nine children here right now, some of which are upstairs making lots of noise. One of them peed on my carpeting this afternoon, despite the fact that I took him potty BEFORE his nap. Did I mention I'm happy to be done with toddlers and those in need of potty training? I am. Very much so.

The noise continues so I better go. I promise a better post tomorrow, full of intrigue and suspense. I'm going grocery shopping and that's always good for something.


  1. They let the children escape over there too? It seems to be happenning all over.

    And yes that is a bit hard to read. I think its because its so large its hard to read complete thoughts, they are broken up too much. But maybe I'm just not putting enough effort in.


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