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November 19, 2018

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Marybeth

INFJ + Type 4, Joy-Seeker, Jesus-Follower, & Advocate for Autism. Read more in my bio! Thanks so much for joining me here!

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Dude. ❤ 👆Natasha was digging around deeeeep yesterday, and she found this gem in our closets. Dana said, "Oh man, she found my old CD collection." To which I had to make the correction that this was definitely MY copy. 🤣 I remember finding this pristine gem at a yard sale 15 years ago for a quarter, and I quickly asked the guy what was up with him getting rid of such greatness for so little? Lol! He laughed, but I was half serious. Man, I used to be a big 311 fan in middle school. But the copy I listened to belonged to my sis. Thus, the $0.25 splurge to get my own copy years after my girlhood fandom. 😉 So naturally, after Tasha found this, my family received a front row seat to me ska-rapping (is that a thing? Like what genre is 311?) for the rest of the evening. And since we don't have a working CD player, Alexa was called on to play this for me all day today. It's so fun when you don't listen to something for years--or decades-- and then suddenly do, still remembering nearly every word. Now I want to get in that closet and dig through Dana's enormous collection and see what we can find! Is there anything you haven't heard in ages but recently jammed out to with waaay too much excitement? I want to hear about it. And if you haven't, put something on you used to love. Chances are, you probably still do. Even if you've forgotten. Moments like this are like warm chocolate chip cookies for the soul, lemme tell ya. 😋(Sidenote: my husband is THE BEST at music recommendations and somehow has that ability to find some of the most obscure, genius artists. He once "stumbled upon" TesseracT while he was on deployment and passed them along to me, knowing I'd love them. Easily one of my favorite bands EVER. He's got a gift. So yeah... I really want to look in that box of his. 🤣)

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Oh, the gifts from my girlfriends.... it's like they know me or something, huh? 🤣😋 (Thank you again!!!!) And thank you for all the birthday posts and DMs yesterday! You sure know how to make me feel special and loved! I hope you feel loved right back!! 😘 Bring on 34! 🥳

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