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COFFEE: July 2011
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Champion Oracles Forging Forever Endlessly and Enthusiastically. WHY WE BE :. Boo to false, self-imposed limits, we say. These champion oracles want to live enthusiastically. Follow our trip through projects that challenge, frustrate, and/or scare us. In the end (which is really the middle) we want to live like big bright free and authentically awesome people. There was an error in this gadget. Thursday, July 14, 2011. Kim and No Sidekicks (Tanya). Or The Breakfast Club. I wanted to write this COFFEE pos...
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wicked- walking the tightrope of stepmommyhood: March 2011
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Wicked- walking the tightrope of stepmommyhood. As a stepmother in my early 30s, i am fully winging this. every day is an educated guess. Tuesday, March 1, 2011. Sorry, i've been crappy about keeping up with this. i suck. I had a late meeting at work last night and an early one this morning. there will be no paragraph breaks in this blog. i am too tired and wired and all that to bother with that. i need to go out shooting. sounds weird for an obama loving hippie, right? Posted by Faster, PollyAmber!
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wicked- walking the tightrope of stepmommyhood: January 2011
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Wicked- walking the tightrope of stepmommyhood. As a stepmother in my early 30s, i am fully winging this. every day is an educated guess. Monday, January 24, 2011. I think i made him a hippie. or something like that. He drinks organic, hormone-free milk, takes homemade lunches to school every day, thinks curried lentils are awesome. sometimes it occurs to me that he eats a primarily vegetarian diet. and likes it. weird. he gets excited about those curried lentils. Posted by Faster, PollyAmber! All i've g...
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wicked- walking the tightrope of stepmommyhood: nervous and needy and just a general head case.
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Wicked- walking the tightrope of stepmommyhood. As a stepmother in my early 30s, i am fully winging this. every day is an educated guess. Monday, January 30, 2012. Nervous and needy and just a general head case. Lord Ronald said nothing; he flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.". My brain is lord ronald. (incidentally, that's from Gertrude the Governess or Simple Seventeen by stephen leacock. it's hilarious and you should read it.). Kids, religion...
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wicked- walking the tightrope of stepmommyhood: i paved the road to hell this month.
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Wicked- walking the tightrope of stepmommyhood. As a stepmother in my early 30s, i am fully winging this. every day is an educated guess. Sunday, November 27, 2011. I paved the road to hell this month. So, i intended to do the nablopomo thing this month with diligence and concentration. but then stuff came up. stuff like getting a new flood insurance agent, getting the kid some glasses, paying bills, thanksgiving. you know. stuff. I have been so stressed and tired and grumpy and angry-faced lately that i...
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One for the Road: Wednesdays Don't Suck!
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One for the Road. Those are some snarky bitches. Tuesday, June 15, 2010. Have you seen my snark? I've lost her. I have nothing to rant about this week, I had nothing to rant about last week, and I will most likely not have anything to rant about next week, either. The thing is, Minions, I'm not cranky. I've been in a good mood for so long now that I can't even seem to remember what it was like to be a cranky bitch. XOXO-here, have a song. An incredibly misogynistic song, but catchy none the less. Um, yea...
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The Meh Page: June 2011
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An attempt at better living through delicious pharmaceuticals. Friday, June 24, 2011. It has taken me almost a month to write this. It took me more than two weeks to find out. She was my mentor. She taught me to shoot a Canon instead of a Nikon. She was my friend. I cried enough tears to fills a thousand flower vases. I will miss her. Good bye, Charlene. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There's not much to know. Well, what there is to know is really not for sharing. Ever. View my complete profile.
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island | edit less more
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A place to write badly. 8220;…for even an island isn’t an island, dear.”. You know this, right? That surrounded by water, it grows or recedes depending on tide. An island is always occupied. And so this thing you’ve built. This isolation you’ve constructed. Your own sweet brain, please follow. Has turned on you,. Folded itself into a very private note. That thing you think you hold secret, is not. It’s on my note, too. We are the same poem over and over, and our. You are not floating. rest. The rose ...
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In Search of My Muchness: November 2010
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In Search of My Muchness. Just roll with it. Monday, November 15, 2010. This is Like, Cosmic, Man. Really stoked. A few weeks ago, shortly before my guest room cleanup project commenced, I received a postcard for one of those donation pickups. You know, where you put everything out by your door and they come pick it all up. Well, this one was for National Children's Cancer Society. I mean, how perfect is this? It's like, cosmic, man. I was going to bring everything to Goodwill. And his response was that ...
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be the ball | edit less more
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A place to write badly. Leave a comment ». Formidable, fortuitous, forceps. There weren’t nearly enough f-words. The -f- is sneaky, makes you do obscene things with your lips. Fandango. She could dance if she wanted, wind her body into the shape of an -f- then a g, an h, an entire choreography miming letters into sentences. “Be what you speak:” an instruction. “You become what you say:” a warning. It was never enough to write them. Would be epic, if only she could write it all inside. Be the pen! The ros...
