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Last night as Mr and I sat smooching and holding hands we smiled looking at our weddings bands... yes we are that crazy... We marveled at how pretty any shiny they are, well okay I did, he probably thought something very manly. As we sat there pressing our rings together,
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It is ten til nine... I write the words because I feel too dirty and can not face them as numerals... suddenly I am not tired... WHY? My best guess, K just fell asleep and I am free to sleep but suddenly with her snoozing away (and no coughing people,
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I am certifiably no fun. Not fun at all. I do nothing exciting or entertaining. Never have. Ever. I am very very boring... What? K didn't tell you? Well now you know. I suck.Don't get me wrong, my sources (okay source, K) tells me I
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my top 10 exciting things to do this week? 10. listening to the same 3 albums over and over again... bonus points if you can tell me which ones they are 9. K's monthly school performance & lunch after... 8. writing my daily blogs... 7. friday night wine
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it's been brought to my attention that my blog should be called something like That Tattooed Mama or Tattooed Mom Lady or that in my profile it should say I have lots of tattoos or something... maybe I don't write about being a "Tattooed Mom&
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For Valentine's day my gift to you is the top 10 things I like on Valentine's day in no particular order:1) Sleep late. Sleep long. Sleep hard. (This didn't happen today, I had to get up and take K to school... what kind
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drop off Kclean the housewant a dogclean the kitchenwrite a blogset the timercan i take a napcome on everybody lets save some daylightwhat's that soundi wanna watch tvtiki drink tonightmake pizzahave to get grocerieswhen do i pick up Khows my momwhere did my cats gothat's the
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I want something. I want something so bad it has completely preoccupied my thoughts for a week now... I've wanted this something for years... but the time was never right.Some would argue that the time is not necessarily right at the moment either but I must have
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Who am I? Today I am the thief of blog ideas... I am sure I sat down with an idea of what to write about but I was distracted by the writing of a few others... Sometimes friends, when I read your words I feel connected, pained, or something clicks
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You know those days where all you want to do is...blow bubbles...ortake over the world...or eat a lolly pop...or watch a new super hero cartoon...but you can't do any of those things and the world was just plain over?That's the