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I'm Leslie. Wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, aunt, lover of penguins, musician, nurse, writer, idea rat, wannabe photog and a leading player in the Short Attention Span Theater that is our home.

I'm slightly crazy, which really means I live in a house full of teenagers young adults and one very spoiled dog. We, apparently, are not content unless there is some sort of bedlam occurring somewhere in the house. Some of this is due to the adult units of the household, but you'll never get me to admit to that in a court of law. One of the reasons I had children was to have people to blame things on.

I am married to Jim, my best friend from college. He's a good guy and has an encyclopedic knowledge of more programming languages than I have gray hair. (That's a lot, btw.) He's funny and sweet and reminds me too much of my father. Make of that what you will.

5 kids. 5. Two were wedding gifts, three were my wombfruit. All are mine. Each of them can lay claim to at least a few gray hairs on my head. I hope they claim them soon. And four, count 'em! four lovely grandchildren. Did I mention a very spoiled dog?

Writing has always been part of my life. Honestly, it's something I do daily; whether I put it on paper or in pixels is another story, but there is something always going on in my head. Best argument for staying on meds, ever. 

At any rate, I'm giving this blogging thing another shot because I'm not getting any younger and sometimes the thoughts are even stranger now than they were ten years ago, so why not share them? Lots of stuff going on here, most of it really, really good. No, really.

Stay tuned.........



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