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Growing Up Kaitlyn: The Return ...
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Countdown clock on. Be afraid. Be very afraid . March 5, 2011 at 8:29 PM. Well its about time! May 25, 2011 at 5:20 AM. Awwwsweet little baby, she looks tired and sleepy .but sitting? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What we're all about. Is a running commentary on the things that we go through while raising our beautiful daughter, Kaitlyn. From the good to the bad and, yes, even the ugly, Growing Up Kaitlyn is a chance to let people know what is going on in our crazy and hectic lives. And Life Goes On.
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Scarebear Spills: March 2009
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Meditations on a Keyboard. Monday, March 30, 2009. I always knew I liked the guy. Ernest Borgnine is 91 years old. 91! Here's his secret to staying so healthy and young-looking at his age. Links to this post. Thursday, March 26, 2009. To Vent or not to Vent? I'm so very tired. In every way you can imagine. I can't really explain it . or rather, I don't want to verbalize it, much to the dismay of a few friends . Just dealing with things the way I know how. A motel chain came up with an interesting way of ...
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Scarebear Spills: pyromaniac in a petrified forest
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Meditations on a Keyboard. Tuesday, January 26, 2010. Pyromaniac in a petrified forest. Considering I am the embodiment of anger and frustration today, I cannot even bring myself to post something thoughtful. Where I lack the words to express my complete and utter dissatisfaction with multiple avenues of my life at the moment - many others have captured them in fanciful little sayings we all like to repeat (and plagiarize) called quotes. Enjoy. You know that when I hate you, it is because. I like the wor...
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Scarebear Spills: July 2009
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Meditations on a Keyboard. Thursday, July 30, 2009. My first clear memory was having a conversation in the living room of our old apartment - before we bought the house my parent's still live in now. The year would have been approximately 1984. I was sitting on the couch having a very. Serious conversation with my father, as only a four-year-old could. I wanted to change my first name - I didn't like it. Be the way to go. But since my aunt went by the same name, wouldn't that be confusing? For those of y...
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Scarebear Spills: February 2010
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Meditations on a Keyboard. Saturday, February 13, 2010. Accountant of the heart. As soon as you begin to ask the question: Who loves me? Are completely screwed,. The next question is: How Much? And then it is hundreds of hours later,. And you are still hunched over. Your flowcharts and abacus,. Trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world:. To be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by yourself,. And all around you, you can hear. No one knows why.
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Scarebear Spills: January 2010
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Meditations on a Keyboard. Tuesday, January 26, 2010. Pyromaniac in a petrified forest. Considering I am the embodiment of anger and frustration today, I cannot even bring myself to post something thoughtful. Where I lack the words to express my complete and utter dissatisfaction with multiple avenues of my life at the moment - many others have captured them in fanciful little sayings we all like to repeat (and plagiarize) called quotes. Enjoy. You know that when I hate you, it is because. Our lives are ...
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Scarebear Spills: accountant of the heart
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Meditations on a Keyboard. Saturday, February 13, 2010. Accountant of the heart. As soon as you begin to ask the question: Who loves me? Are completely screwed,. The next question is: How Much? And then it is hundreds of hours later,. And you are still hunched over. Your flowcharts and abacus,. Trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world:. To be an accountant of the heart. It is late at night. You are by yourself,. And all around you, you can hear. No one knows why.
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Scarebear Spills: I'm not sure that I disagree.
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Meditations on a Keyboard. Wednesday, March 10, 2010. I'm not sure that I disagree. Up in the Air (2009). What a weasly prick. Yeah, but what does that make me? Someone who falls for a prick. We all fall for the prick. Pricks are spontaneous, they're unpredictable and they're fun. And then we're surprised when they turn out to be pricks. Up in the Air. Real love isnt painful. Tue Mar 16, 11:44:00 PM. Tue Mar 16, 11:57:00 PM. If it was real love, dismissal wouldnt be so easy. Wed Mar 17, 08:43:00 AM.
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Scarebear Spills: September 2009
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Meditations on a Keyboard. Sunday, September 27, 2009. But before I go . The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Not at all. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be.". It was On Fire When I Lay Down on It. Ivy Books, 1989. Links to this post. Wednesday, September 23, 2009. The Holy Grail of the Unconscious. Break, even diagnosing himself later as '...
