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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
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I'll be sitting still for 45 minutes...
I've been running around like crazy lately trying to get stuff done. Stuff for her, for him, for them, for it... very little for me. All sorts of stuff really. Errands, tasks, printing, thinking, singing, dancing, losing my voice. Well that last one wasn't on the
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today's schedule brought to you by the letter C
"C" for Crazy that is... 9:15: Post this 9:30: Lather. Rinse. Repeat. 9:45: Frantically dress hoping to make it to the computer by 10 10:00: Watch the insanity that is the scramble for Ignite Portland 5 tickets. For 20 minutes. 10:20: Go to
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one where I forgot what I was writing...
I had this post all written up in my head. It was something you men might not want to read about. It was about tampons. It was a tale about the type of tampons I've been using since I was a teen and about how they really creep
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play prepend...
How do I begin this wild verbal ride, this crazy trip down vocabulary lane? Should I tell you that right now I feel like my parents failed me? I do a little. They didn't prepare me for all the words life would throw at me. Sigh... Mom, Dad.
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that's what I get for thinking...
Last night before I climbed into bed with my laptop and a stack of papers I needed to read and or type up I took NyQuil. I have a cold and I am trying to kick that cold before Friday night gets here so I don't sound/look/
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the smell of music
It was a perfect situation... I got Mike tickets to see Al DiMeola for his birthday. He's a hard guy to shop for but when I know one of his favorite musicians is playing just a mile or 2 from our house it's really not hard
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notes from a weekend
It's Sunday night as I write this and I am painfully aware of the fact that Monday is nipping at me. My alarm clock will go off at 6:25 in the morning and I'll have to roll on out of bed. Before that happens though,
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dooooood...
I had a few posts all planned in my head... inluding a thing I was tagged for (no that does not mean you can tag me... don't you dare, I am off limits for tagging, this is a special occasion). But then the day got really short and