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Kitchenville.: Dear God, are you there? If so, is that you peeing on my head?
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Word to your mutha. Tuesday, January 19, 2010. Dear God, are you there? If so, is that you peeing on my head? The thing about the West Coast (or the people that migrate here), myself not included, that they’re such a bunch of pissy temperamental whiners. Regardless of the social circle, the fair weathered westerners aren't content. If the weather's warm, "it’s way too hot." If it’s too cold, "It's freezing." Whah. Whah. Whah. What a bunch of infants. I extracted fresh kale, carrots, celery, and beets....
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Kitchenville.: November 2008
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Word to your mutha. Sunday, November 30, 2008. I’ve always heard the nagging woes from young parents, “You don’t know what it’s like to have kids.” Now I do and I really don’t understand what the whopping “woe is me” deal is. I enjoy it. It is so much fun! If I could do a triple sommersault and circle the moon and back, I would. I must boast, motherhood is heavenly! This is Shellie buckling her seat belt for the ride of her life back to you Bob at the Studio. Posted by Shellie (Cadelinia) Kitchen. It tak...
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Kitchenville.: October 2008
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Word to your mutha. Saturday, October 25, 2008. Hunter has always been independent; in his own world. He made way to the train table stocked with train tracks and trains. Kids circled the table learning how to share or lack thereof. A blonde, two and a half, with bowl haircut, stirred havoc by pushing and shoving the others. He snags Hunter’s train for his own. Hunter, unfazed, moves to another activity. 8220;There are never this many kids here! 8221; I say to my friend. 8220;Oh yeh, this is insane!
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Kitchenville.: September 2008
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Word to your mutha. Tuesday, September 30, 2008. Shoot Shoot. Bang. Bang. I phoned the usual big names, Vidal had a one thirty appointment with their senior stylist and DiPietro had a four o’clock with a senior stylist. I opted for the latter as most of my previous stylists were Vidal alumni, switch up. As I strutted Post street, my intentions were to just get a trim. A little snip and call it a day. I plopped into the chair. “What can I do for you today? 8220;Bangs.” What was I saying? 8220;No.̶...
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Kitchenville.: January 2010
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Word to your mutha. Tuesday, January 26, 2010. And the award for. Best actress goes to. Hidden in the kingdom of the Portola neighboorhood. Philosophy that kid's would fail to thrive , if ever exposed to, the temperamental predatory that is the real world. This educational institution was precisely amazing. Did it mean that the kid with the transgender dad gets first dibs? Did it mean the family that suffered from the current plummeting financial climate had leverage? I was at a loss. Edgar W. Howe.
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Kitchenville.: August 2009
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Word to your mutha. Thursday, August 27, 2009. Along with the push up bra, he absolutely despises cosmetics. Every night before I went to bed he dreamily says, "your so beautiful why do you put all the crap on your face? I am greeted more aggresively in the morning as I slap on the makeup, "I don't know why you put that shit on, you don't need it! We have yet to have a shouting match of absurd proportions. Most definitely, that's the sound of me knocking on wood. Posted by Shellie (Cadelinia) Kitchen.
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Kitchenville.: June 2010
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Word to your mutha. Friday, June 25, 2010. Hello dear sweet friend. It's been a while since I've spit on my blog. Due to a very hectic schedule, my attempt to juggle is all laughs. The household is alive with interesting events as the kids bloom into their own personalities. I’m still trying to fathom how my three year old manages to hold a conversation. It’s mighty mind blowing. I attempted, and I succeeded. I'm a subject of a family of ten, so I'm expected to survive anything. No matter the chaos.
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Kitchenville.: September 2009
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Word to your mutha. Sunday, September 06, 2009. There’s no mess up on the vowel selection for you filthy mind(ers). I really do mean the big six! Time is whizzing by and it’s freaking me the hell out! If there were a “pause” button, I’d press it. Instead, my kids have to suffer through the storm of kisses and hugs that could gradually lead to suffocation and anxiety. I know back off right? The abrupt shock of it all drop kicked my heart into a mild cardiac arrest. Literally. Culinary school has stooped m...
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Kitchenville.: Viva La Vida
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Word to your mutha. Friday, January 15, 2010. In traffic, I’m that crazy woman in the car with Rage Against the Machine. Smoking the speakers, as the kick ass bass lines awake the angry beast inside my calm being. I swerve from lane to lane, cursing at stop lights or anything that gets in the way of my punctuality and my son. Today was a good day, I had fifteen minutes to buy so all was good on John Daly Boulevard. Once Hunter is strapped in his car seat, I return to planet sanity. 8220; My sweet brat de...
