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itchy scritchy bitchy me

One of the words in the title is not an actual word, but you know what?  I don't frickin care.  Really, I don't Why?  Can't you read???  I'm itchy!!!  And Scritchy!!! And that makes me kind of bitchy. Well, not so much

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thanks, not giving...

We here at the house of Kaos work a lot.  Granted some of us may work more than others... I've been known to get a good night's sleep most nights while Mike tends to stay up all night like a lunatic... but that's not

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truth

I'm an emotional woman.  A woman who does not hold things in.  Many people I know manage to pull off being reserved with a quiet grace... but at some point those people tend to burst.  Not a little explosion.  Not a bit of a spill.  We're

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I'm not crazy...

We've reached day two of the alarm system talking to me.  I'm not sure where to change the battery so it just keeps telling me it's okay.  Reassuring me.  Every 30 seconds. For eternity. Or until about 30 minutes before Mike gets home from

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whatever, you can't read this anyway...

I am thrilled, absolutely thrilled with all the work I've put into the Strange Love Live site lately.  I went to WordCamPDX and soaked up information like a sponge.  I called on friends and acquaintances for info when I didn't know how to do something difficult

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why I'm writing this post...

The bait. It's been a long week for me (and as I write this it's only Tuesday night).  There's a lot going on but I'm too tired to enjoy it or do many of the happenings justice. But I had to have

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cracked

There's a man I see every weekday.  I don't know him, not even his name.  I've never even heard his voice...  I know next to nothing about him, yet everyday I spare a moment to wonder about him. Each day on my way home

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at my feet...

I dislike being told that I'm going to hell.  I really do.  I find it distasteful and more than a little bit rude... but I've heard it more times than I care to recall and read it more times than I can count.  If I weren&

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snips snails and sausage tails

After a long day (more on that later this week) I find myself in my favorite place in the house. My bed. I'm laying in my bed in a tank top and my undies with the covers pulled up as high as I can get them.  One cat

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back at it...

at 6:15 in the morning my little wobbling bobbling alarm clock did it's thing and woke me up. For it's trouble, I smacked it.  It gave me a measly 4 minutes of slumber. Irritated beyond belief I smacked my clock again and rolled over settled

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get what you came for?

It's been a while since I gave you a glimpse into the insanity of other people's minds.  My insanity you can take a gander at anytime you want to, really it's fine by me. Here are some searches that brought people to my blog,

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in a breath...

In the space of one breath so much can happen. Breathe in. My house stills, night noises start.  In her room, the child's eyes flutter to a close after so much resistance.  One cat, displeased with the hierarchy in the house, pounces upon another as I stretch my