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Not in the way you think, though. Sometimes I can listen and be just fine. Other days, like today, it feels like my heart is being ripped straight from my chest in little shreds. It's a visceral reaction that can literally double me over in heartache and pain. It's not just Michael Bublé, either. There are a slew of songs that I can hardly stand to hear anymore. 500 Miles is near the top of that list. Why? Because when my daughter and I travel, we hook up our ghetto stereo system (a converter plugged into the lighter, cheap computer speakers plugged into the converter, and a Sansa Clip plugged in to the speakers) and sing. We don't just

I know that for most people, the middle of nowhere Connecticut isn't their ideal. But I'm from Texas. I've been known to spend every Saturday for two years making a 183 mile roundtrip drive to take my daughter to dance class. So for me, unless it is the barren, empty wasteland between Fort Stockton and El Paso, it's really not the middle of nowhere. I've had a two week vacation in Hawaii, spent a month in Europe, have been to more than half of the 50 states, and if I get my choice, this is where I want to be. However, home I must go. I just have to comfort myself that I'll be back in July. Fourth of July in New England? Now this, I gotta see

No rain today, just gray clouds. Went to Panera for lunch, excited that the Strawberry Chicken salad might be back. It is. Tomorrow. So I had the Turkey Apple salad thing. Was thrilled that it is just as good as the other one, but can't wait until next week when I go out for lunch again. My friend and her husband are coming down for two weeks in July to work on my house. They are the greatest friends ever, and she's an amazing "Design on a Dime" interior decorator. He can build ANYTHING. So I might finally have a house that I don't despise. I know it's asking for a miracle, but if anyone can do it, these two can. Being up here is like being