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In this seventh installment of Strange Love we find ourselves sitting in a dark room with Martin (a drunk Englishman wearing a pirate shirt). Well drunk... may be a little bit of an overstatement... and Englishman may be a bit of an exaggeration since he's also spent his
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On Thursday while all of you were busy doing whatever it is you do I was standing on a chair pulling down the makeshift branches of the weeping willow my mother and I made for K's birthday party when I saw a familiar car pull up. I stepped
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yes. yes. yes. We've spent the month of March saying Happy Birthday to a new person each time a new day dawns. Almost literally. Today marks the last in a long line of March birthdays... A day so important that you would think I would have done... more.
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That young face with its tight lipped smile and long unruly hair is my dear friend Martin as he was when I met him more than a decade ago. More than a decade. For over a third of my life Martin has been a fixture in it. Whether near or
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I normally don't talk about "woman troubles" here. I think that was by design but some days... some days I just have to say what I need to say. to get off my chest what is bothering me be it real or imaginary... or maybe just
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Faith. In my life I have been accused more times than I care to count of not having any. I try not to take it personally. I try not to cringe at the thought of a person's mind being so narrowed that they believe that I lack all
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as this labor intensive weekend finally draws to a close I have a treat for all of you (if you're still around after the whining about parties and birthday cake pictures that is). This week's episode of Strange Love finds us with the bubblewench. A long
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I wrote this long ass post. well I wrote half of it. It was all about the early wake up on Easter and stuff... It was really long. REALLY LONG and also really boring. and whiny. and not really funny. so instead I will tell you that after she was
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we're still getting ready for K's party Saturday morning... All I can say is that I'm late. I'm late for a very important date. No time to say Hello... GOODBYE I'm late. I'm late. I'm late.
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I declined to talk yesterday about something of the utmost importance. Well I didn't talk about it here. It was a conscious choice. Truth be told I'm not sure why I made it. Yesterday though... was K's sixth birthday. My little girl has gone
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I recall fondly the days of school where we would bring in something special to show the class. I would labor over what to tell them about it. What to say to make them understand the significance of it. Tonight... it was kind of like that... only without the teacher
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I would have written a good post for today except that... well Mr. Kaos had other plans. You see we took K and her class on a field trip... and when that field trip was over and the kids were back in class he lured me downtown with the premise