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Okay ladies…I am fired up with the women out there who in one day refused to use my name.

DON’T CALL ME HUN.

DON’T CALL ME SWEETIE.

AND DON’T CALL ME TIF UNLESS YOU ARE PART OF MY FAMILY OR A CLOSE FRIEND.

PERIOD.

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The contents of a purse say a lot about a woman.  I often wonder if someone were to gaze into my clutch what they would conclude.   Surely, it would be odd!

As I was observing Campbell asleep today with her purse carefully placed next to her in bed.  I had to laugh (not too loud though).  Here are the contents of Campbell’s purse:

1)  High heels – not stilletos but close for a two-year old.  She’ll work her way up.

2) Handcuffs – perhaps she is considering a job in law enforcement.

3) Two cell phones – one a Spiderman kids phone and the other a retired phone of Great Grandpa’s.  She likes pretending to talk to her Great Grandpa.  Glad he is memorable to her.  Oh…and she also pretends to take pictures.

4)  A broken remote control Tim found in the yard.   The only reason I can figure she carries it is so that she can be in control.  She is a control freak.

5)  A compact.  Just in case she might need to freshen up.

6)  Her blankie. You just cannot go too far without your blankie.

7) A minuture dog.  She just likes to pretend that Wrigley (Stacy’s dog) is hers.

8)  Mittens. In case she should venture outdoors.

9)  Crumpled up paper (a.k.a. money). She knows she won’t get far without it.

10)  Salt shaker.  You never know when she just might need to flavor her food.

11)  Marbles.  Probably the most important item in her purse. For approximately six months, Campbell carries at least one marble in her hand.  She even sleeps with them.  Not sure what to make of that but then again…

…the contents of a woman’s purse is often mysterious.

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VERY different year



I rarely look back on our Letters From Tim blog.  It remains a bit too raw.  And, I find it even harder to open the pages of the book we had created from it.  However, I couldn’t help but to look back on our separated Christmas to remind myself how special this holiday is for us to be together. 

I wish PEACE for the thousands of military families that are apart this year.  I cannot even begin to understand the loneliness that the soldiers must feel being truly a world, a culture, a land away from their families. 

http://lettersfromtim.com/2007/12/27/peace/

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