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Coma Girl I have lots to say and my husband is sick of heacommunity it. So, I take time out of my busy day of singing “wheels on the bus”, watching Noggin, doing laundry, making dinner and listening to the dramas of three teenagers, to vent to the world in my blog. I have always wanted to be a writer and ever since I left my job writing business letters and reports (not exactly what I had in mind), I have been looking for an outlet. Plus I need to prove to everyone why my $40,000 English degree was worth it.
Mother. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Editor. Writer. Silly pants. Riding the roller coaster of new motherhood.
The purpose of this blog? There is none. Nothing enlightning here, unless you consider babies, poop, destructive dogs or random thoughts enlightning. If you do, welcome. Grab yourself some chocolate.
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