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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: The Gays Are Coming!
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Thursday, June 25, 2009. The Gays Are Coming! Every summer, the town I work in is flooded by professional actors who come to do 4 or 5 shows for Coeur D'Alene Summer Theater. They are vivid and enthusiastic and stunningly talented. Crap I have one month. The gays are coming. June 25, 2009 at 8:40 AM. I know I linked this. Shit last time, but I swear its the only thing I think of when talk of gays and Cher is made. I am totally expecting a full review of musical! June 25, 2009 at 10:55 AM. June 29, 2009 a...
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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: More Unphotogenic Pictures
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Thursday, June 11, 2009. I was feeling pretty good about myself. That is, until most of my hair got pulled out and I saw THESE. This was the game I made up for Dawn's bachelorette party: How many balls can you fit into your mouth? Believe it or not, I only had nine at this point. And I apparently have narcolepsy. Now, prepare yourselves. This is, by far, the worst picture ever taken of me. I look like "Mask". I debated even putting this up, but why stop now, right? Matter Of Fact Mommy. June 12, 2009 at ...
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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: June 2009
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Monday, June 29, 2009. Proof I've been completely hillbilly-ized. I ride ATV's in the mountains with a whelp on the back and whoop and holler when I hit the big jumps. This week, I am going camping on the banks of the Salmon River with my family. My dad, the Dread Pirate Jeffery, will be taking us white water rafting, and my mother will feed us dutch oven delicacies cooked over open flame. Be back on Saturday! Thursday, June 25, 2009. The Gays Are Coming! Crap I have one month. The gays are coming. As I ...
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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: March 2009
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Friday, March 27, 2009. The Evolution of my Ears. I would tiptoe out of her room, but alas! I forgot about the squeaky patch in the floor! Her little fuzzy blonde head would pop up and she’d say to me, “Just WHERE do you think YOU’RE going? 8220;Yeah, well, we want food”, my children said. “And we’re wearing towels like togas because you haven’t done any laundry and we’re bored and one of us is poopy and we’re developing lung disease because the house is so dusty! Wednesday, March 25, 2009. They do this ...
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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: May 2009
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Monday, May 11, 2009. OK, so I'm leaving in less than 48 hours, but I just had to squeeze in one more post, just to pass on the lesson I learned today, in hopes I can spare just one of you from my pain. NEVER EVER EVER EVER GET YOUR ARMPITS WAXED. I'm not even close to kidding. I thought, "Well, I get waxing done for free at the spa, and I would like pearly, stubble-free, razor-burn-free armpits so that I may do the YMCA dance at the wedding without fear.". Monday, May 4, 2009. What was I thinking? Grab ...
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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: Proof I've been completely hillbilly-ized
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Monday, June 29, 2009. Proof I've been completely hillbilly-ized. I ride ATV's in the mountains with a whelp on the back and whoop and holler when I hit the big jumps. This week, I am going camping on the banks of the Salmon River with my family. My dad, the Dread Pirate Jeffery, will be taking us white water rafting, and my mother will feed us dutch oven delicacies cooked over open flame. Be back on Saturday! June 29, 2009 at 9:27 PM. Sigh, I want to move back to Montana. June 30, 2009 at 10:30 AM.
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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: I'm actually SORE
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Wednesday, June 3, 2009. I laughed so hard at this. I LOVE Will Ferrell. I can't put the actual video on here. Sigh. I know that means no one will go watch this, but, you know what? Whatever. My kid has been yapping in my ear for the last 20 minutes and my brain is about to explode from audio-poison. Http:/ www.youtube.com/watch? June 3, 2009 at 6:48 PM. Did somebody say Will Ferrell? June 3, 2009 at 6:51 PM. I think I lost my penis. OMG, that was way too funny! June 3, 2009 at 6:56 PM. I know, right?
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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: April 2009
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009. In my world, people fall into two categories: photogenic and unphotogenic. I fall into the latter, of course. This curse usually doesn’t strike until you start first grade. Before then, children are immune to bad pictures; even the goofy ones look adorable. But eventually, those doomed to Quasimodo-photo-itis will see their pictures descend into the grotesque. Whether the shots are posed for or candid, they are unbecoming. Monday, April 27, 2009. The next two weeks are going to...
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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: July 2009
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Monday, July 6, 2009. I've corrupted the Yute. I'm a second-generation river rat. My dad went on a Colorado Grand Canyon river trip in his early 20's and was bitten by the river bug so badly that he became a river guide. That is, in fact, where he met my mother, who was a passenger on one of his trips. I do not claim this is my ONLY crazy, smartasses.). Dan looks worried. He knows we're a little nuts when it comes to dangerous fun. My husband Barry is the big, white, almost transparent one. The corruptio...
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True Tales of a Hairwrecker: I've corrupted the Yute
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Monday, July 6, 2009. I've corrupted the Yute. I'm a second-generation river rat. My dad went on a Colorado Grand Canyon river trip in his early 20's and was bitten by the river bug so badly that he became a river guide. That is, in fact, where he met my mother, who was a passenger on one of his trips. I do not claim this is my ONLY crazy, smartasses.). Dan looks worried. He knows we're a little nuts when it comes to dangerous fun. My husband Barry is the big, white, almost transparent one. The corruptio...