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My old man was in the Navy, so I moved around a lot when I was a kid. We ended up in California in the mid 80s. It was hard not to fall in love with the energy there at the time. When I look back on that time, I can't help but find this song prophetic and haunting.

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Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.

We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.

Well I voted and it was a surreal experience 😕🤷🏼♀️ Fear, uncertainty and doubt abounded. After a tense moment and someone wanting to know who I was voting for (my answer was Mickey Mouse) there thankfully was laughter and suggestions that Pinocchio run against him. Cause you know-he can’t easily lie 😂 Thankful people can still laugh.

Every time I hear a politician start talking, the chorus of this song starts playing in my head.

"Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies." And now it's in your head, too. You're welcome.

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