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What a long strange and expensive trip it's been....

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She's gone. Off at college. Another state away from me and I've never spoken to her more. Text messaging, phone calls and emails. I know this is going to be a struggle for her, but growth doesn't come without struggle. Please keep her in your prayers.

We had a serious car malfunction while we were there and had to cut our trip a day short. Seems the back axle seal broke and the fluid that spewed out, contaminating the brake pads and other stuff. Ever try to find a car service place open in Idaho on a Sunday afternoon? Yeah, it's not easy. We had to pay them to tell us there was something wrong with it. Hello.....we already knew that.

Then they told us exactly what the problem was and how much it would cost to fix it. This is when I threw myself on the floor, kicking and screaming and begging for mercy. Or at least to have them take my first born in payment. No deal.

We decided to try and limp it home as slowly as we could. Ever drive 800 plus miles below the speed limit while truckers whiz past you, pointing and laughing? It's not fun.

At any rate, we're home. She's there. Now I'm going to go fall over.

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  1. You brought her up didn't ya?Ya think ya parenting skills ain't good enough?
    She will be fine, her mother brought her up well enough to deal with whatever comes her way!

    Or are you saying I am a bad judge of people?

    Ever been bitten by a snake?

  2. Its going to be a growing experience for you both this year I expect.

  3. (())!

    that is a gorgeous kid you raised, lady. she's going to be fine. that's a good school she's going to as well. people come out of there with actual educations. i say well done all around.


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