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		<title>Perfect Moment Monday: Living room ice dancing</title>
		<description>The Olympic ice dancing competition was on tv.  Brother, Sister-in-Law, Darling Niece, and I were watching the skaters spinning so gracefully around and around on the ice, when Darling Niece broke into her own ice dancing competition right there in the living room.  She was spinning and spinning, ...</description>
		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=898</link>
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		<title>Comments welcome!</title>
		<description>I corrected the commenting issue.  I can now accept comments.  Oops.  Sorry!   </description>
		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=907</link>
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		<title>Perfect Moment Monday: Peaceful Morning Walk</title>
		<description>





I Capture
Perfect Moments.

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		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=890</link>
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		<title>WWYD</title>
		<description>What would you do?

If all of a sudden one day you woke up in the morning and...

you didn't have kids.

you didn't have a husband or a boyfriend. 

you didn't have a dog, a cat.

you didn't have a house, a home.

you didn't have a job.

you didn't have school.

What would you do?  To ...</description>
		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=871</link>
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		<title>live and let live</title>
		<description>I was attached; hopelessly and agonizingly entangled with him and his behaviors and his life, his life outside of me.  I was excessively worried about and preoccupied with him and his behaviors...emotionally dependent on him.  I focused all my energy on him and his/our problems that I had nothing left ...</description>
		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=846</link>
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		<title>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title>
		<description>It has been nearly six months.  He has moved on.  I am trying. 

It still hurts.  It hurts a lot.  

I have made some big changes in my life...my home, my job, my priorities.  I am trying to adjust.  He used to be my number one priority.  I have learned not ...</description>
		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=827</link>
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		<title>King-sized emptiness</title>
		<description>Why does it hurt so much?  So freakin' much?  Still?

I wake up in the morning.  Alone.  Alone.  I miss him so flippin' much I can't believe it.

I have feelings.  I love.  I feel pain.  I feel love.  I feel.

I'm not sure that he does.  If he missed me as much ...</description>
		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=815</link>
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		<title>Follow me to my new blog!</title>
		<description>I am closing the cover on this book.

I am beginning a new chapter. A new blog.

I would love for you to join me.  Please email me for the address!

cowboybootlady@gmail.com </description>
		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=777</link>
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		<title>the new normal</title>
		<description>I am trying to figure out what that is.

Ask me in six months. </description>
		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=761</link>
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		<title>100 meters of freedom</title>
		<description>I saw a view from the other side.  From a kayak.  On the lake. Instead of standing on shore with the dog, as I had done in times past, I was looking at them.  The men, the women, the couples, the children, the playful dogs.  A viewpoint ...</description>
		<link>http://cowboybootrollerskates.com/?p=734</link>
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