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Love and Other Bruises: August 2006
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Love and Other Bruises. Thursday, August 24, 2006. My brain damage wasn’t limited to home either. School was becoming more and more of a nightmare, with sliding grades and my increasing inability to pay attention. It was during this time that my mother and my teachers agreed that something needed to be done. Fortunately, they did not see eye to eye on what that something was. It was one of those corner stone moments in my life. With my hearing problem discovered and addressed, it was still clear that I w...
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Love and Other Bruises: Ichabod Crane
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Love and Other Bruises. Friday, August 04, 2006. 8220;Where’s the flood, Jones? A gangly kid growing up, my arms and legs seemed to develop two years ahead of my torso, and the resulting look was not at all flattering. It was sort of the Gumby look gone awry. As I rapidly grew out of my clothes there were rare moments when I wore pants that weren't just a little bit too short. This would be at the root of the “flood” comments. I’m not sure when it started, but sometime around this time he took to c...
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Love and Other Bruises: Cinderella's Chariot
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Love and Other Bruises. Sunday, March 22, 2009. Ah yes, Cinderella had her chariot, but I had my big yellow bus. Her's carried her to the Ball, whereas mine would just carry me away. I had a whole host of firsts on the bus. I had my first crush on a girl on a bus, and subsequently had my first kiss from a girl, (other than my mother), on a bus, (albeit just a quick peck on the cheek). The bus was a gloriously inappropriate and sinful place to spend one’s time, and I could simply not get enough of it.
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Love and Other Bruises: January 2009
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Love and Other Bruises. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. Here we go again. As I just got laid off, I finally have some time to write. Therefore new chapters will be coming shortly. Please take the time to start at the very first blog and work your way through them. it is meant to read like a book and won't make much sense if you go backwards through the blogs. And for those few fans that still exist out there. It will be called:. Melancholy Meanderings and Maudlin Musings of a Morose and Mournful Mind".
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Love and Other Bruises: Summer Camp and Standing Ovations
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Love and Other Bruises. Saturday, February 11, 2012. Summer Camp and Standing Ovations. After all, this was important. This was our big shot. Our chariot had whisked us away to Hughsville Summer Camp. Hughesville camp was a Christian camp, but none of us minded. Sure there were assigned chores, tabernacle services every evening, and assorted other organized events put on by the staff, but we had enough free time to ourselves and with our friends to make it so worth our while. For whatever reason, I only ...
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Love and Other Bruises: March 2009
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Love and Other Bruises. Sunday, March 22, 2009. Ah yes, Cinderella had her chariot, but I had my big yellow bus. Her's carried her to the Ball, whereas mine would just carry me away. I had a whole host of firsts on the bus. I had my first crush on a girl on a bus, and subsequently had my first kiss from a girl, (other than my mother), on a bus, (albeit just a quick peck on the cheek). The bus was a gloriously inappropriate and sinful place to spend one’s time, and I could simply not get enough of it.
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Love and Other Bruises: July 2006
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Love and Other Bruises. Friday, July 28, 2006. There I was, caught up in the wonder of the moment, basking in the glow of relief over one simple fact. This time, I had nothing to fear. The wait in my bedroom was unbearable. I was sure the note said terrible things about some unknown infraction that I was undoubtedly guilty of, and I began imagining the dreadful things that were sure to transpire once my father arrived home from work. By the time he finally showed up I was shaking like a leaf. I turned fr...
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Love and Other Bruises: Here we go again
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Love and Other Bruises. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. Here we go again. As I just got laid off, I finally have some time to write. Therefore new chapters will be coming shortly. Please take the time to start at the very first blog and work your way through them. it is meant to read like a book and won't make much sense if you go backwards through the blogs. And for those few fans that still exist out there. It will be called:. Melancholy Meanderings and Maudlin Musings of a Morose and Mournful Mind". Not on...
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Love and Other Bruises: Seeds of Doubt
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Love and Other Bruises. Thursday, August 24, 2006. My brain damage wasn’t limited to home either. School was becoming more and more of a nightmare, with sliding grades and my increasing inability to pay attention. It was during this time that my mother and my teachers agreed that something needed to be done. Fortunately, they did not see eye to eye on what that something was. It was one of those corner stone moments in my life. With my hearing problem discovered and addressed, it was still clear that I w...
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Love and Other Bruises: February 2012
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Love and Other Bruises. Saturday, February 11, 2012. Summer Camp and Standing Ovations. After all, this was important. This was our big shot. Our chariot had whisked us away to Hughsville Summer Camp. Hughesville camp was a Christian camp, but none of us minded. Sure there were assigned chores, tabernacle services every evening, and assorted other organized events put on by the staff, but we had enough free time to ourselves and with our friends to make it so worth our while. For whatever reason, I only ...