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Hazel
K, k, k. So we’re sitting in CB&Potts after a rougher day than usual and I’m finally loosening up after one glass of wine and I’m recalling to D the bus ride to the meeting at the other campus today. I said it was funny cuz on the Van, after…
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Aw
Sad, sad pathetic soul. I’d die for my family. I’d kill for my friends. I covet my coworkers. How lucky am I!? But you know, there’s always gotta be something, someone. Some “It” that doesn’t quite get the whole life thing; immune to being tormented and crippled by over-consciousness, unshackled by respect or consideration for…
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Heh
Hahahahaha! Well, I was true to my word last night anyway. Devious. Christ! I guess I won’t have to worry about Scott or Casey or probably even Anna wanting to hang with me ever again! Bwahaha. It IS curious as to why it would upset me that much that we…
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Don’t do it . . .
Feeling a tad devious tonight. Looking forward to getting caught up with some Turkish delight then heading to Double Daughters for what appears to be quite the gathering! Even the ‘shy and elusive’ are coming out tonight! AND I look damn good. I love it when that happens! Still almost…
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Baching it!
Yes, yes, yes! While I’m not entirelyon my own this weekend, it’s close enough. Random weekends with just me and the kids are filled with frivolity and adventure. We do radical things, like eat Brussels sprouts and popcorn for lunch and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. We watch really bad movies or ‘What Not…
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I want to play
I was a junior in high school. He was a large man both in stature and in girth, a round, soft face segueing into the standard, square white-collar-and-black-shirt. I’m not sure if he was always eating when we met or if I just remember it that way. No matter, this jovial priest told me something in my…
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Metaphor
I realized today that this photo of me grabbing Tom Brady’s @$$, taken while partying during the Super Bowl, is a metaphor for my life. Interesting. This is of course before I had the angry, writhing meltdown cursing God (similar to the river scene in “Dogma”) because the Patriots lost. .…
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Working from the Wilderness
It worked fine yesterday in the office, of course. But now as I test out my ability to work at home (while waiting for my new washing machine to arrive), it’s giving me fits. I guess I’m only linked to pages in Contribute within a mile or two of the office.…
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Resilience
We tried to let her sleep downstairs, but Raul wouldn’t have any of it. He’s too territorial. So at 2 a.m. Lily burst into our room and plopped her on the bed. It was dark and I couldn’t see her save for the faded streetlights reflecting off the cone. “Is…
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Good news
Do I dare to hope? I looked at my husband yesterday and the 25 pounds he has lost are making a difference. He is beginning to look like this guy I used to adore. I found myself, well, almost giddy. Most certainly hopeful. “Cautiously optimistic.” For years I’ve been looking…
At Least They're Committed 