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Boomerific: January 2005
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Monday, January 31, 2005. That Strange Glowing Orb. My favorite weather of all is rain. After that, snow. Sunshine is only third. Today, I bask. Posted by sster @ 3:08 PM. Friday, January 28, 2005. Insomnia, Part II. Today I have gone from groggy to elated (caffeineteaching) to hyper to emotional to depressed to mellow. I think it's time to cash in:. Http:/ www.wpic.pitt.edu/research/insom/. Posted by sster @ 3:26 PM. 2 http:/ www.cafepress.com/joeandmoe/473690. 6 "By 1914 the more unshackled youth in th...
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Boomerific: October 2005
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Monday, October 31, 2005. Head on over to Afrindiemum for this post. I love finding my internet-sister-twins. Posted by sster @ 9:20 PM. So before the trick or treaters come for the evening and drive the already insane dogs insaner, a few thoughts. I guess what I'm saying is that after this week of re-examining our motivation to adopt I'm even less clear about what it actually means and how it came to be, even as I'm more sure about the actual 'decision.'. Posted by sster @ 4:38 PM. Well, not really.
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Boomerific: August 2005
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005. I have been waiting for five months to write this post. Today is the day! Attic Man and I were treating the application and homestudy the same way we would the first trimester of a pregnancy, just in case it didn't work out. Now of course I wanted to tell everyone I saw on the street (hi! I'm going to adopt a baby! Wanna talk about race in America? But I had to keep my mouth shut, especially at Attic Man's insistence. So what was I to do? My husband will kill me! That she, too...
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Boomerific: March 2005
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Thursday, March 31, 2005. Just too much of it all at once. I thought of a list but lists are like funerals (celebrations=rites- thank you, Marshall). Funerals are when you stand up and say "she's gone." And because you've said it, she is. Sorry, poets, that the second reading I attend is two years and six months after the first one I attend, and the last one you will hold before you go to Cairo and D.C. Also loss of: temper, articulation, enunciation, composure. Instead of being me for you. I've gone thr...