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You're a Pretty Human Being: April 2013
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You're a Pretty Human Being. Sunday, April 14, 2013. Worth 1,000 Words. Looking at wedding pictures and reliving the tiny moments of the day. I suddenly remember how my head felt heavy on the left side because of the low side knot in my hair. The way it felt to wear my grandmother's wedding rings on my right hand. The way my new wedding band felt so strange with the stones all the way around, and how thick the shellac manicure felt on my fingernails. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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You're a Pretty Human Being: 3rd Trimester!
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You're a Pretty Human Being. Monday, December 30, 2013. Here I am, entering the 3rd Trimester! At the time of this picture, I'd gained about 22 pounds and little girl is on track for typical growth and development. Tomorrow marks 30 weeks into my pregnancy, 3/4 of the way done! It's going so fast. Here's where I'm at. Fetal Movement: strong. She can wake me from a deep sleep and frequently does. Wedding Rings: still on, although the swelling in my hands and feet varies from day to day. Cravings: occasion...
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You're a Pretty Human Being: June 2014
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You're a Pretty Human Being. Monday, June 30, 2014. Ring Slings and Other Things. I had actual nightmares about traveling to Chicago to meet up with the entire McKee family. A trip with an infant is truly panic-inducing. In the end, it was an amazing trip filled with great memories. What made the difference, in my opinion, is the fact that I am a babywearer. We began regular walks in the Moby.until it got too darn hot to be wrapped in all the black fabric. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Fat Free Mango Sorbet.
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And Aubrey Was Her Name...: January 2006
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And Aubrey Was Her Name. Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing; take away the words that rhyme, it doesn't mean a thing. Friday, January 27, 2006. South East Asia and India Travels. This was written on October 12, 2005. Now, how did that happen? Don't worry, though. Sent a couple boxes of goodies home. But boys, you're hard to shop for. Daane and Chad- any suggestions? Anyway, I managed to do more than shopping. I took a Thai cooking course (Mom: you and I will have FUN in the kitchen! At the same ...
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And Aubrey Was Her Name...: August 2006
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And Aubrey Was Her Name. Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing; take away the words that rhyme, it doesn't mean a thing. Tuesday, August 29, 2006. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall. Go away, Snow White. Don't forget to banish the evil queen from her looking glass. And pull Narcissus away from his pretty face smiling up from the tranquil water. Take it all away and what do you have? A very interesting challenge. Or possibly motivated by society's standards to always appear as beautiful? We decided that not...
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And Aubrey Was Her Name...: I Think I Can, I Think I Can
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And Aubrey Was Her Name. Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing; take away the words that rhyme, it doesn't mean a thing. Thursday, April 16, 2009. I Think I Can, I Think I Can. I wasn't old enough to have commited any larger portion of that film to memory.). Some people move places to see about a boy. I need to move to see about a country. By the way, in a final twist of irony, I received notice the other day that I passed the DELF B1 test, a rather difficult language test that presents you with a ...
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And Aubrey Was Her Name...: October 2006
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And Aubrey Was Her Name. Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing; take away the words that rhyme, it doesn't mean a thing. Tuesday, October 31, 2006. I wondered. "Why stay and ruin it for the rest of us if it's so terrible for them? Who's forcing them to stay? I just find that there's so much to learn from how Koreans do things.". Slightly surprised, I asked him how exactly he meant this. "What have you learned? I wanted to know. I need to shed my jaded musings; I need to search again for learning.
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And Aubrey Was Her Name...: September 2006
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And Aubrey Was Her Name. Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing; take away the words that rhyme, it doesn't mean a thing. Tuesday, September 26, 2006. What is it in each of us that searches for explanations in what is greater than ourselves? Truth How this era has ravaged and decimated our assumptions of truth. For, what is truth? How can we claim that any single truth exists? If I see it, is it true? If I can touch it? What if my soul confirms its existence? I want to be a reasonable person. I ...
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And Aubrey Was Her Name...: Abashed Return
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And Aubrey Was Her Name. Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing; take away the words that rhyme, it doesn't mean a thing. Wednesday, January 23, 2008. But I'm optimistic about life breathing a sigh and allowing me time not usurped by work and its over analyzation of English. With that, I'd like to write again. I miss it. Though I'm finding my mental tongue has somewhat frozen with the inability to order my thoughts. Posted by Aubrey @ 6:47 PM. Whoa- I'm glad I still check this thing periodically.
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And Aubrey Was Her Name...: Betrayal
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And Aubrey Was Her Name. Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing; take away the words that rhyme, it doesn't mean a thing. Friday, June 15, 2007. I once heard a fable of a girl who was visited at a young age by a menacing genie. To her, he proposed an interesting choice; would she prefer an idyllic life in her youth and one of tribulation in her later years, or would she rather the situation to be reversed? Had my choice therefore been made for a happy adult life? Possibly, or at least I could hope.
