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I once was a writer...: April 2012

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I once was a writer. Monday, April 16, 2012. Say you have a friend. A very dear friend. And one day, he tells you he met someone. And you're all, like, OMG that is so awesome! And stuff) and whereas he. Thought they were dating (and so informed you), she. Thought they were just having fun hanging out (doing God-knows-what-when-where-and-how-many-times.). Your friend hates the witch-with-capital-B, which in turn obviously makes you hate the witch-with-capital-B. But your friend, the idiot that he is, ...

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I once was a writer...: First comes love, then comes marriage...

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I once was a writer. Monday, August 6, 2012. First comes love, then comes marriage. I very much appreciate the English language for providing a difference between a wedding and a marriage. I was never afraid of the marriage, because I knew I was marrying the one. I was, however, terrified of the wedding, because planing a wedding from a different continent is no easy feat. But my mom and sister were amazing, and thanks to them, and my aunt the Wedding Planner, we had a perfect wedding. Honey and his mom.

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I once was a writer...: May 2012

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I once was a writer. Monday, May 14, 2012. What happens when you just don't agree? I realize I'm not married yet, and that I am asking for advice well in advance of my real needs. However, last week we experienced a situation that neither of us (my fiancé and I) knew how to handle. Since I do not want to get into the personal details of our lives (I promised Honey I would never do that), I will present the situation as an analogy. Me: How do YOU not notice? Until we reached the toothpaste area. Be allowe...

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I once was a writer...: July 2012

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I once was a writer. Monday, July 23, 2012. The Other Side of the Story. Even when my uncle got married - even then I only got her side of the story. My friends who have gotten married are all the brides. Even when I am acquainted with the groom, I still always only hear her side of the story. For the first time I have been close to the groom. Very close to the groom. Are you sure about this, man? Yeah, but the same girl. for ever! I will be lucky if I am with the same girl for the rest of my life.".

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I once was a writer...: Verboten

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I once was a writer. Tuesday, January 15, 2013. I like German words because they sound powerful. There is one word that I have come to respect greatly. It sounds awesome (it kinda rolls on your tongue) and it is regal, majestic, and final: Verboten. It means "forbidden", but forbidden still sounds like something you can do when no one is watching. When something is verboten. You better seriously NOT do it. Since we signed the documents which make us legally married in Germany, my husband has a " Verboten.

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I once was a writer...: What do the Germans eat?

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I once was a writer. Thursday, March 31, 2011. What do the Germans eat? Me, who plans every single minute of every single day, or (c) does not believe that I am actually as plan-phillic as I am making myself to be. well, to all of you, I am not kidding. I shall not attach it here (for the sake of my seeming. To be a normal person, with sporadic unplanned. Events in my life. [I plan. Drinking) and cookie-eating (that is of course not a figure of speech - there will be cookies. There shall always. In Colom...

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I once was a writer...: Find someone who makes you laugh

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I once was a writer. Monday, July 2, 2012. Find someone who makes you laugh. I was lying, in case anyone is freaking out. My mom was (and probably is again now) freaking out. Her friend simply said, "Whatever, that is not important. What is important is that he makes you laugh. That is the most important thing: to be with someone who makes you laugh.". This is perhaps the best piece of advice I have ever been given. Be with someone who makes you laugh. I am about to marry the man who makes me laugh. ...

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¿Por qué tengo la realidad en la cabeza?: de cómo nos conocimos (o, la infame historia del Bar Swinger)

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191;Por qué tengo la realidad en la cabeza? A veces, por mucho que intentemos, es imposible sacarnos la realidad de la cabeza. Lunes, 5 de marzo de 2012. De cómo nos conocimos (o, la infame historia del Bar Swinger). Podría (debería) ser un tanto melodramática y describir la fría noche de otoño en que el universo conspiró a nuestro favor (y en contra de otros). Pero vamos, es Cajicá - siempre. Dice- el joven cajero, que hay dos jóvenes que me invitan a que no me vaya. Mi prima dijo que iba un momento...