why it might be time for a tour
I've been in a rut, writing-wise. Try saying that 3 times fast. How'd you like them seashells, Sally? Anyhoo. It's just been hard...
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Wednesday, October 26, 2011
slices of life: for the voyeurs.
• I have a lazy eye, which means my right eye is really dominant, and I basically don't use my left eye. To...
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
in which I fail to make a friend
I'm a friendly cat, born in the South, you know, apt to strike up conversations at Walmart or the doctor's office or whatever....
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Friday, October 21, 2011
validation and being an accepted mess
One of my favorite things about blogging is the community of it. I love to say something random, like "There is nothing grosser than...
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Thursday, October 20, 2011
schedules and neuroses
In the morning, I have such good intentions. Not every day, mind you. Some days I wake up and think, I'm not going...
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011
the new kid
Teenagers are different from kids. Also, they are the same as kids. But different. There's not really any point questioning me, you just...
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Tuesday, October 18, 2011
thirtythree
As of today, I am 33 years old. Well, it's my today, your tomorrow, which will be your today, which makes my birthday...
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Thursday, October 13, 2011
I am frightened to death, and discover I am weak
Sometimes, you come face to face with your humanity. You know? You power through unbearable obstacles, and survive. You struggle and you fight...
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Monday, October 10, 2011
rememorating: a year ago
reposting from a year ago: I didn’t sleep last night. Did you? I was dreaming about your baby. Is that weird? Did you...
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Thursday, October 6, 2011
enlarging our borders: workout for the heart
I'm starting to get that feeling. It's kind of like a soul itch, to try to put it in words. It's this feeling,...
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
mommy guilt
I feel relatively guilty about not blogging for days. On the guilt scale, maybe a 3, though. Not blogging has to get in...
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Saturday, October 1, 2011
and we don't sound, like Madonna...
When the MOG is not cleaning the kitchen with dishtowels or eating cereal in my bed, he's usually on the road with a...
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