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today
I'm 32
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best of both worlds
This week I get something magical and special. Two Fridays. For a stay at home mom I have an odd schedule. Monday - Thursday is your normal thing for me. I try to go to bed at a decent hour, I get up early, get my daughter ready for school
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an unexpected compliment
I spent some time today with a good friend who shall remain nameless in order to protect her identity and her safety... and quite potentially her street cred. While we were together we talked about this that and the other thing, got pedicures, ate lunch. We were also really really
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no, not me
My birthday is coming soon. Less than a week away and I want to be very very excited. Want to be, but not so much. Why? None of the reasons you might think (like I could possibly know what you're thinking right). It's because for 3
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really, 9 years
9 years ago while I was sitting drinking a martini, just after I had a really nice steak, a friend of my friend's walked into a bar to meet us. He smelled good. Actually he smelled great. And then I was in love with him. With my track
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toonlet time
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the calendar
I have to know, I really do. I need to ask and you have to tell me... Am I the only one putting stuff on my calendar for the summer? It started innocently enough. Marking the last day of school, noting the date of K's ballet performance. Writing
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the nightmare
As a girl I was plagued with bad dreams, so much so that at some point I stopped crying out in the night unless the visions were particularly stunning. There was one nightmare I had repeatedly and it was the one that came to mind whenever a bad dream was
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tea time
When I was a kid I used to smoke tea. Yes, I know that's not what it's for, but none the less I did it. Cigarettes were expensive and hard to get, I was too lazy & scared to do drugs (yes you can be too
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because I am queen of this computer
I just made it through 100+ blog posts in my google reader. So some of them were pictures of cats and I didn't have to read more than a sentence... And who cares if I just deleted a few after glancing at them and realizing how long they
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why I hate you so much...
When I woke up this morning at 6:30 it was to the demonic howling of Bob, my little green alarm clock. That sounds hateful, it really does... and there's a reason for that. I hate my alarm clock. Before you go getting any ideas about my alarm
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while I slept
Monday in the wee hours of the morning when the sun had not yet risen my friend did something magical. Amazing. Incredible. She gave birth to a baby girl. While I curled up in blissful slumber with my beautiful (feverish) child and darling husband she was just a couple of