The Story Behind My Tattoo

In one of my blog posts from England, I mentioned getting a tattoo and that I would do a post about why I got it, so here it is. It was a spontaneous trip, but the tattoo I wanted wasn’t spontaneous.   In 2005 when I was eight years old, my neighbor had a miniature…

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More Than Just a Mug…

Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE my coffee, but more than that, I love dachshunds. When I was eight years old, I was dog sitting a dachshund when she gave birth to her dachshund puppies. Since I was the only one at the home when the dachshund had her puppies, the owner let me…

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