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I have had a lovely and exhausting weekend, which was exactly what I needed. Capping off a 50 hour work week, I took my two favorite girls to my birthday party at my mom's house. My mom always knows just what to buy me and this year was no exception. I'm rocking a new teal blue bracelet that proclaims my "rebel" status, a pin-up girl calender and a book of the 1,000 places I need to see before I die. I don't know which one I'm more excited about, to be honest. Phedre got along just wonderfully with the fam; they invited her back for the holidays. Now all I need to do is come out of the closet. *laugh*

Afterwards, my daughter and I were her guests at a bellydancing performance at a local art gallery I didn't even know about (I fell in love with a print from a local artist - if only I had $6000 to blow!). She looked just amazing up there; the entire crowd couldn't stop talking about her. I was smiling to myself listening to them, knowing that she was leaving with me. I'm a very lucky girl. We went for ice cream with her family after that and my poor daughter didn't get into bed until after 10.

Today a friend and I took our daughters to an orchard about an hour away. We picked and ate apples off the tree, drank some fresh apple cider, they got to ride horses and play and I came home sufficiently exhausted and sunburned (shocker, right? I'm so pale I'm almost translucent; the sun could probably burn me through a window).

Bear and I have been fighting lately, but I'm choosing not to air that grievance here. I'm too hurt and emotional by his lack of communication that anything I say will come out bitter, sarcastic and possibly spiteful. Let's just leave it at this... I know how I want (and deserve) to be treated and he's not acting the part.

Hope everyone is well. :)