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I am not an "activities" person. I'm content to live a life of leisure... or I would be if there weren't so many things interfering with that life of leisure I would be so content to lead. I was sending my brother and sadimac
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For example? Yesterday when we left for the coast I left my laptop at home. I'm on vacation you see and want to be free of the restraints of my laptop so I can go to bed early and sleep in late and enjoy my day to the
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I was writing this post up about how I wasn't lying at the end of the last post. That we really are going on vacation. I was telling you that it wasn't a big fancy extravagant vacation. Not a long vacation. Just a simple short little
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I'm what some might consider accident prone. I manage to hurt myself in the most ridiculously mundane situations. Like a week or two ago when I was walking down the street in sensible shoes on my way to get K from music camp and I slipped on maybe
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I hate doing the laundry. If there was one task I would hire someone to come into my home to do it would be the laundry. They'd find the perfect place for my hamper, pick the towels up off the floor and out of the tub, pick the
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We all know that everyone dies. It's a fact of life. The fact. It's what makes us all human. Mortal. Real. That doesn't make its sting any less painful. Any less jarring. It doesn't stop you from missing someone that you love.
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Last night we got home from recording a bonus episode of the podcast and I was starving. I really needed something to eat because it was like 9:33 at night and I hadn't eaten dinner and honestly I don't quite recall if I ate lunch.
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I miss hard words coming out of my mouth. Once upon a time before I was able to spout fairy tales of rainbows and princesses riding unicorns to their coronation as queen of utopia I was the kind of girl that could cuss a blue streak. I'd make
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Last week I wrote about an incident with the sitter and the dishwasher that left my kitchen floor sparkly clean... well Violet Nuit sat with K for 10 hours yesterday and we came home to yet another installment of what has now been titled by K "The Silly Sitter
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I picked K up early from school so she could get some rest and a nice lunch and snack before the impending ballet performance Friday night. Quiet time is key before a big ballet event. Not only is there the whole thing about getting on stage, but there's
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Something is just not right here folks. Something strange is afoot (and not just at the circle K). Mike is home from work for a few days since we have a foreign exchange Podcaster staying with us. We can't just keep him locked up in the house, we
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Oh what to do, what to say? Yesterday I posted about all those drafts that were saved up in my wordpress... Posts I had barely written. Posts that were long and never concluded. Posts that had great meaning, but I just kind of had trouble letting go of them. The