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scooter nation: November 2006

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Thursday, November 09, 2006. It’s No Fun to be The Man (The One Where Sparky Talks about Corporate America). Anyone who says that a job in Corporate America isn’t very interesting clearly doesn’t work for my employer. It’s not just interesting, it’s downright fascinating from perhaps an anthropological standpoint exciting, even, in a creepy Very Corporate/Enron/. Days of Our Lives. And a little bit of. Just to round things out. Not a hedge fund! Occasionally, the BWs send someone out from the main office...

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scooter nation: June 2007

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Sunday, June 10, 2007. Zoot Suit Debacles: Step Away from the Thesaurus. The following post is brought to you by the Society of English Majors Against Wanton Thesaurus Use (SEMAWTU). A tumultuous breakup of ice in a river;. A violent disruption;. A great disaster,. I love the word. I do not think that, regardless of the multiple definitions Webster's affords us, I would have chosen to use. In the following context:. I ask you, dear reader: whatever happened to connotation and denotation? Now, before all ...

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A generation obsessed with the future: September 2010

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A generation obsessed with the future. Sunday, September 26, 2010. In honor of the upcoming month of October, I am posting this prose I wrote last year for someone I love very much. You know who you are. Thank you for making October my favorite.and I hope to have many more favorite Octobers with you. I love you. - Rin. Saturday, September 25, 2010. This is my Now. God bless, I love you all. Wednesday, September 22, 2010. People need to grow up.just sayin. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This is my Now. Trave...

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A generation obsessed with the future: Home

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A generation obsessed with the future. Tuesday, August 17, 2010. God looked around His garden,. And He found an empty place. He then looked down upon this Earth,. And saw your tired face. He put His arms around you,. And lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful. He always takes the best. He knew you were suffering. He knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never. Get well on Earth again. He saw that the road was getting rough. And the hills were hard to climb,. But you didn't go alone.

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A generation obsessed with the future: May 2009

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A generation obsessed with the future. Monday, May 25, 2009. There really is no biblical tie-in here.just a very lengthy, possibly multiple-part blog about the past 7 days. Day 1 - Tuesday, May 19, 2009. Day 2 - Wednesday, May 20, 2009. Day 3 -Thursday, May 21, 2009. I replied, "It's me! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Only as high as I reach can I grow. Only as far as I seek can I go. Only as deep as I look, can I see. Only as much as I dream, can I be. Laur and Jen's blog.

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A generation obsessed with the future: January 2008

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A generation obsessed with the future. Saturday, January 26, 2008. Thursday, January 17, 2008. HAHAHA scared ya didn't I? Don't worry, it's for Capri.who is my baby anyway. I've been pricing out some extra-tall gates at Wally World. They have a 41" tall swing gate by Regalo for $38.76, and a 39.4" tall swing gate by Dream Baby for $62.85. I'm thinkin the taller the better so she stays downstairs.and it just happens to be the cheaper one! Gotta run, break time was over five minutes ago! Little shawty, Say...

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A generation obsessed with the future: March 2008

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A generation obsessed with the future. Monday, March 31, 2008. Check out these lyrics. Leanne "made me" listen to this song today. She called me (which in itself is a shocker because no one ever calls me) and told me to go over there after work and told me if I did, she'd even let me stay for dinner on one condition.if I were to listen to this song and not get mad about it. So here are the lyrics.It's called "Fall" and is sung by Kimberly Locke. Oh look there you go again. Putting on that smile again.

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A generation obsessed with the future: August 2010

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A generation obsessed with the future. Wednesday, August 25, 2010. Music is sooo my best friend. I HATE, dread, despise, petition cleaning. I cranked up the tunes, turned the Brewer game on mute, and just went to town. The music seemed to keep me distracted from what I was actually doing. I had to get it done one of these days.and I got a lot done! Here is what the rest of my week looks like, and the beginning of next week. Wednesday I will have time to work out! Monday, August 23, 2010. I don't care if ...

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scooter nation: March 2007

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Friday, March 30, 2007. Twin High Maintenance Machines. So my kid sister, Weathergirl (referred to in previous posts. You are my Picassos! I deserve to hang you on the wall if I want to. You see, perhaps, where her moniker comes from. But we are, nonetheless, Rather Excited. As a matter of fact, this year I’m. Excited because my friend Big (of Big and Little fame. I asked if he could give me bigger boobs, too. He asked, How big? Picasso, here we come. Posted by Sparky at 1:38 PM. Saturday, March 10, 2007.

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scooter nation: May 2007

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Thursday, May 31, 2007. Strange Way to Tell You That I Know We Belong. But I knew him. Now that Expat's home with the visiting GAFIL, Wilbur does not always wait for me on the other side of the door, but sometimes comes yawning from the bedroom some five minute after I have already been home. Sometimes, the Pre-Kids have already been fed. We are no longer silent together; they have to talk for attention and I have to talk to be polite, to appear Affable and Well-Adjusted. I still peel pieces of mail from...