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Living in a time when so many of us can hold a world of knowledge in the palm of our hand -or shove it in our pocket or toss it in our purse- it's easy to lose sight of just how amazing the technology of today is. When
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A quick search of the internet for signs of the coming zombie apocalypse yielded results that I feel are fairly inaccurate. Bizarre parasites, mutations, and idiotic political leaders don't seem to herald the end of times to me. Maybe it's just the time I grew up
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Today, as I sat in the waiting room waiting for my girl's class to finish, there was a problem. A disturbance. In the force, if you will. As if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. They were totally in my head though.
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This isn't about the socially awkward slightly clueless guys that can't really figure out how to approach a woman. Not guys that stumble over their words. It isn't the shy guys. It isn't even about the overly confident cocky assholes who think
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I bought a mop. I needed a mop. I went to the store for a mop and I bought one. And some hair dye, it was on the list too. A mop and hair dye because a girl has to have her priorities. I've been hiding in a
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Can something be a pet peeve if you've only experienced it once? I ask because something happened over the weekend that made me bat shit bonkers annoyed and I never ever ever want to see it again... but the times being what they are I'm quite
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After several false starts we've got a snow day. A fucking snow day. For those of you that live somewhere that actually gets snow let me explain a Portland snow day to you. You only know it's a snow day because the school district calls to
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I sat with needle and thread. And tweezers and scissors. And an ice cold drink, just in case. But I sat with needle and thread and mended things that needed mending. A button here, a ripped seam there. And the zipper of my favorite bag. The end stop had come
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Shit hits the fan every now and then. The last year that fan has seen quite a bit of shit and this particular week has certainly not been an exception. When you're already struggling to keep your head above water and someone sets a full 10 gallon hat
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There are days as I sit and watch the world go by and listen to those around me that I wonder if I’m in the waiting room for HBO shows. One mom talks about her divorce and her ex’s divorces. Messy and messier still. Another hands out homemade
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It began as a conversation with my daughter. Discussing eyes. Then eyelashes. Mascara. We ended up at fake eyelashes. The fake eyelash is something that many women have a chance to get to know throughout their lives. Some of us loathe them. Some of us love them. Some of us
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I don't know if you're aware of this or not. It could come as a total shock to you, but it's Tuesday. Yep. Tuesday. The second day of the week (if you start the week counting on Monday. Which is how I do it.