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Inside my head: Miss Piggy
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A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present. Thursday, September 18, 2008. I don't normally talk about food a lot on my blog. However today for your reading enjoyment and because I don't know what else to write about, I will discuss my dietary meals for the day. Why? Because I might as well have eaten out of the trash can that's why. Let's see shall we? First Breakfast: Cereal and coffee. Eh, not too bad. Second Breakfast: Brownies. A big one with milk. Catching up wit...
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Inside my head: Not Here
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A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present. Wednesday, October 1, 2008. Hello there. If you are looking for me, I've moved! Come and check out my new place HERE. Ugg boots on sale. Golden State Warriors jerseys. Los Angeles Clippers jerseys. Los Angeles Lakers jerseys. New Jersey Nets jerseys. New Orleans Hornets jerseys. New York Knicks jerseys. Oklahoma City Thunder jerseys. February 8, 2010 at 7:03 PM. You should check out social vibe like i have on my blog its cool.
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Inside my head: Going Postal
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A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present. Thursday, September 11, 2008. I dropped the box down with a thud and went back for the second load. This time I was so busy trying to get the door open that I didn't look at my feet and I swung the heavy door open right on top of my foot. (In my flip flop.). I took care of business but I felt like a female version of a Very Cross Wookie with angry eyebrows in as much a fury as Chewbacca with a cross bow. I'm an aspiring auth...
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I Will Joy | You have to sniff out joy. Keep your nose to the joy trail. ~ ~~Buffy Sainte-Marie | Page 2
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You have to sniff out joy. Keep your nose to the joy trail. Buffy Sainte-Marie. May 15, 2009 by colleen33. Know where you’re going. There might be someone behind you that thinks you are the leader. So this week I took baby Scarlett to a storytime event at a local bookstore. As I started off on foot and stroller I realized that I wasn’t 100% sure where I was going. Was I to head right or left on Ventura Blvd? 8221;, she must be heading to the storytime! Me Laughing Out Loud. “Are you kidding? All I can th...
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Inside my head: The Cave Woman
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A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present. Friday, September 12, 2008. Me no cave-girl no more. Me no look old now. Me put down club. Me meet man with beard. Man fall for it. I've been a terrible blogger lately. But, really Colleen, this is the funniest thing I've read in a long time. September 15, 2008 at 7:33 PM. September 15, 2008 at 7:38 PM. I'm so glad I make you laugh :). September 15, 2008 at 10:58 PM. Amber- Heh Heh. Thanks Girlie. You good cave-girl too.
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Inside my head: I just got served
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A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present. Friday, September 26, 2008. I just got served. All I have to say today is that if you're over 30 you probably won't know what the heck this post is about. However, since I err on the older side of all my friends, and they are still in their 20's, I know the inside scoop. Also, I blog and so I see all you kiddos "tweets". So I know the dealio. You can be the exception, because your tweets are pretty funny.). September 29, 200...
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Inside my head: Summer's End On Camano Island
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A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present. Monday, September 22, 2008. Summer's End On Camano Island. We were a merry band of five. Including a tiny Maltese/Something-I-don't-know-what- Mutt, who's name was Spike. It was twilight and the heavy rain had finally stopped. The air was so rich and thick with the scent of earth it almost seemed surreal. It was a strong, clean, sweet smell and I couldn't drink in enough breaths. I engaged in conversation but kept reverting ...