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  • Champagne and Diamonds

    I simply must get my check in the mail to ensure my spot at the Champagne and Diamonds event later this month! It will be ever-so delightful all while supporting women with breast cancer. I’ve been once before with the ladies, and I look forward to going again. Oh, maybe…

  • On your way

    Dez, you and your mom are on your way to live at the ranch for about four months. I’ll get to see you a couple times a month, and on the weekends I don’t get to see you I’ll work hard at getting the house fixed up. We spoiled you…

  • Save yourself

    Allison has encouraged me to create an emotional armor: a shield to protect myself when needy people come at me with selfish requests; when people with great big gaps in their lives look to me to fill in the missing pieces. I’m working on the armor, but it occurs to…

  • Baffled

    I am downright perplexed. Tomorrow is College Friday and I can’t for the life of me find any of my favorite Michigan or CU apparel. I’ve cleaned out my closet, dug through the laundry basket, dumped out my drawers, tackled the laundry room and they’re nowhere to be found. I…

  • Douchey

    “There is just nothing sexier than having someone loudly speak the name of the person they’re calling so you can overhear. Are you impressed?” “Oh, hullo. Yes, yes, I do agree in the most sarcastic sense. Absolutely, it has the total opposite effect, like, ew.” “Quite.” “I just heard from EBD…

  • By myself

    I’ve got to just, you know, be by myself more. I was alone again Sunday and I got so much done and I was happy for a few hours. I need it to be that way, is all. They could, you know, tell people I’m crazy. That would, that would be…

  • Committed

    As I lay awake at 2:30 a.m. pondering nothing in particular, the word committed popped into my brain and it occurred to me that although it can be used in at least three contexts such as . . .  He committed a crime She was committed to the asylum They are…

  • Mrs. Walton

    I can’t think of anything to write! Maybe it’s because I write so much at work. Maybe it’s because I’m uninspired. Maybe its because I’m overall boring as of late. Reality seems to be all-consuming and leaving me little time for creative thought. All right. I’ll have to resort to…

  • Quiet

    I’m all alone for hours and hours! And you know what I did? I folded some laundry and hung up the rest and it was awesome. I made dinner for one and it was spectacular. And you know what I learned? You can get paper cuts from a cereal box…

  • Batshit

    Ugh. Don’t you hate that feeling? You know, the one where you’re out with someone — be it friend, family, coworker, date, etc. — and you slowly realize the person is batshit crazy? It’s surreal. It starts creeping into your brain and you try to shake it, but it won’t…