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ANNA'S RUN: You're a runner?!
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Run like it's your last day. Carousel is a lie, the renewal is in the run. Tales from the Toybox :. Wednesday, May 29, 2013. When I first tell people that I am a recreational runner, I usually get the stupefied goldfish look in return. Yes, I run. I know I don't have the traditional runner's physique. I'm not lean, or aerodynamic to say the least. I carry much more weight on my frame than is necessary. In short, I am fat. Yes, I'm a runner. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Hey, I tweet.
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Tales from the Toybox: Interlude: Toy Stores
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Tales from the Toybox :. Trivial Pursuits: Random Musings :. I was 14 years old before I ever set foot into a Toys R Us. Before then, the closest I ever came was passing the multi-colored sign on the expressway on the way to Kennedy Airport. Geoffrey used to lure me with his siren song on Saturday mornings, with the promise of staying young forever if only I would be a Toys R Us kid. I so wanted to be one. There was never a reason to go to Toys R Us. Labels: Toys R Us. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Tales from the Toybox: Looney Tunes Dominoes
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Tales from the Toybox :. Trivial Pursuits: Random Musings :. Being the only child at family get togethers was a double edge sword. Sure, I received all the attention to begin the day, but that also meant that when the attention shifted elsewhere, I was left to play alone. Most times, I just sat quietly and watched. During one of our regular trips to the Aqueduct Race Track Flea market, my dad discovered the solution: Looney Tunes Dominoes. This was a set of red plastic dominoes, which substituted pic...
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Tales from the Toybox: Play Big regrets
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Tales from the Toybox :. Trivial Pursuits: Random Musings :. In 1976, I arrived ready to play with toys society did not want me to have. I am a girl, and as such it was dictated I play with baby dolls, tea sets and little play kitchen sets. I had many. Every birthday and Christmas until I was maybe 4 years old, I was inundated with such things by well meaning relatives. My dad had other ideas. The one thing I wasn't given were action figures. I saw commercials on TV. I received a ballerina doll. I never ...
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So you're going to die... Now what?: Help me heal me...
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Monday, March 11, 2013. Help me heal me. Everyday I wake up and pretend everything is fine, I lie to myself and everyone around me. Every time I go out and run several miles in fancy running gear, I'm just a child playing dress-up hoping mommy won't catch me. Every charity I volunteer for; every donation of my time is a falsehood wrapped around a very real personal need. Everything I do; everything I throw myself into is a distraction from the truth. I need a vacation from myself. I need to heal. Http:/ ...
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So you're going to die... Now what?: May 2014
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Thursday, May 22, 2014. Keep me hanging on. It's been a while since I updated this blog. I can only beat a dead horse for so long before the horse no longer resembles what it once was. I'm still breathing, still asymptotic, so I suppose that's good. It just doesn't make for good writing material. Do they just see a drunk? Do they see a crabby old bastard? Do they see a punk kid with no respect? What if they saw them all here, in the waiting room at the Organ Transplant Center? I recently lost a friend to...
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So you're going to die... Now what?: March 2013
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Monday, March 11, 2013. Help me heal me. Everyday I wake up and pretend everything is fine, I lie to myself and everyone around me. Every time I go out and run several miles in fancy running gear, I'm just a child playing dress-up hoping mommy won't catch me. Every charity I volunteer for; every donation of my time is a falsehood wrapped around a very real personal need. Everything I do; everything I throw myself into is a distraction from the truth. I need a vacation from myself. I need to heal. Subscri...
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So you're going to die... Now what?: August 2014
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Thursday, August 28, 2014. I've been finding myself humming the opening riff of what folks my age would automatically recognize as "Ice Ice Baby.". However, I not doing so as a plea to "stop, collaborate and listen." I'm doing so because what it am is "Under Pressure.". I'm under pressure at work. I'm under pressure at home. I'm under pressure at my doctor's office. I worry about money constantly. I worry about my health constantly. I worry about my family. And on those rare days I feel worry-free? This ...
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So you're going to die... Now what?: Doctor, doctor; Can't you see I'm burning, burning...
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Friday, March 1, 2013. Doctor, doctor; Cant you see Im burning, burning. Action, on the other hand is terrifying. My doctors weigh the pros and cons of action, and they recommend inaction. I'm told there is very little to gain and too much to lose by pursuing an aggressive stance. I'm told my situation is ideal. I'm told I should be relieved for the time being. So why is it that I'm not? I don't want to be sick. Honestly, I don't want surgery. I'm burning inside, but the doctors don't seem to notice.
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