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This is life.: It's my birthday present to myself

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Sunday, January 13, 2008. It's my birthday present to myself. It's not me, it's Blogger. No, I mean, I just think we should be friends, Blogger. That's why I'll be over here now: www.erinfrances.wordpress.com. Follow me; it's prettier over there. See also: Something to do. You've converted. Yes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). And this is my blog. Oshkosh, Wis., United States. View my complete profile. But wait - there's more. Its my birthday present to myself. No, the ultrasounds still nine days away.

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This is life.: In the end, they just changed it in the system and I went on my way

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Thursday, January 3, 2008. In the end, they just changed it in the system and I went on my way. Dave's not dying. Whew. Or, if he IS dying, he's doing it at a rate that didn't scare the doctor he went to see today. I'm glad it's just another infection because I'm kind of attached to Dave. I mean, who's going to get me water at midnight when the floor's so cold and the bed's so warm? So I confidently waited 20 minutes in line to get it for him. Ah, marriage. What's his address, again? Hmm Not on Brookview?

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This is life.: Working on New Year's Day rocks

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Tuesday, January 1, 2008. Working on New Year's Day rocks. And I'm not even kidding. While all you suckers are nursing hangovers or watching football, I'm getting my holiday out of the way for 2008. It's a lame holiday, anyhow. Obviously, all the fun was had last night. And because I'm a nice person who likes to share my good foresight, Dave's here too. See who's laughing on Memorial Day now, suckers. See also: Its how we roll. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). And this is my blog. Its how we roll.

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This is life.: December 2007

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Sunday, December 30, 2007. So Dave was in pain. I'm going to write this so Grandma doesn't blush. Or, I'm going to try. Dave was in pain Friday night. He came home from work, grunted for hours, kept us both awake, then moved downstairs to the couch to grunt in peace. At 3 am, and once an hour for the next 15 hours, I asked him if it was time to go to the emergency room. No, I'm too embarrassed.". No, what if it goes away? No, it's too expensive.". No, it's getting better, I think.". I got a CAT scan.".

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This is life.: January 2008

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Sunday, January 13, 2008. It's my birthday present to myself. It's not me, it's Blogger. No, I mean, I just think we should be friends, Blogger. That's why I'll be over here now: www.erinfrances.wordpress.com. Follow me; it's prettier over there. See also: Something to do. 2 people said . Thursday, January 10, 2008. My existentialism never came on prom night. Yeah They were all the ones a few years older than I was. The cool kids, if you will. Never, ever in my life have I been confused for one o...Now, ...

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This is life.: Hello, 2008

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Tuesday, January 1, 2008. Well, we're officially less exciting than my parents, who celebrated the new year. Unfortunately the $150 copay plus the prescription we got after going to the emergency room on Saturday was all for nothin', as Dave now feels worse a day after taking his last antibiotic. WebMD.com is telling him he's got everything from a teeny, tiny case of cancer to SUDDEN DEATH, PLEASE REPORT TO THE MORGUE NOW. His death was narrowly skirted, and we went to bed by 10 pm, and slept 'til 10 am.

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This is life.: November 2007

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Friday, November 30, 2007. This blog brought to you by soy farmers. I thought I was doing really well with mood swings, til Dave came home for his dinner break tonight. I saw the dishes in the sink and was so paralyzed with feelings of overwhelming stress at the stack of dirty dishes that instead of rationally washing them, I turned the light off and ran away. It doesn't stop. It NEVER stops. As soon as you have the sink clean, you get hungry. I will be 98 and still angry about this. So I did what anyone...

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This is life.: August 2007

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Friday, August 31, 2007. Ooooh, moving pictures. I hate bad smells. So Mom says I'd hate Ohio right now, or at least Ottawa. The Putnam County Sentinel's Web site. So, I know I talked about the flood before, but still. I didn't know they had video in Putnam County. Just kidding. I did live there for, what, 10 years. Anyhow, here's the shaky video. 0 people said . But more importantly, her divorce and messy separation were my first experiences with anyone I knew buying those. My parents were building a ho...

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This is life.: I'm so neurotic

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Friday, December 28, 2007. As I took down the Christmas decorations today, I was extra careful in my wrapping of the glass bulbs, the removal of the hooks from the strings and the securing of the tops to the boxes. Because, maybe I've mentioned this before, but when I get these boxes out again, there'll be a six month old crawling around. Or scooting. Or whatever. Look at me. Safety first. Im like that also its good to be like that. Dont worry! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). And this is my blog.

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This is life.: My existentialism never came on prom night.

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Thursday, January 10, 2008. My existentialism never came on prom night. I stared a little longer than necessary at them because they knew where Mr. Boertje's class was. I watched them because they were done with their gym requirements for graduation. I was intimidated by them because their clothes didn't look like they'd just made it through four years of Catholic school, with their shirts with words on them, and their jeans nicely beaten in. To show up. Aaan-y-time now. See, my clothes fit fine now, but...