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Friends and the Art of the Play Date
2007-07-27 04:49:00
Something has happened.The last few days have been spent in the corners of my house. I have unpacked the last box. THE LAST BOX! I have never unpacked the last box. It is not to say that I have found my forever place, but since this past week was suppose to be my "vacation" I felt the need to save what little I could from the disaster that was promoted as leisure. Ah, bullocks.I have been thinking a lot about friends these past few days. How I have lost so many of them and how some of them have stayed around. I used to be a social sort of gal. I worked hard, I played harder and I have a ton of great memories due to it...I think...I might have forgotten a bit here and there. Anyway, getting hitched and popping out a little one has pretty much brought my social life to an undeniable screeching halt. I mean, smokin' tracks on the road halt. I mean, airbags broke the nose halt. I mean, well, you get the idea.I'm not a good "mommy" girlfriend. I won't meet up with random ...
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When Life Hands You...
2007-07-23 15:54:00
Do you have those days? You know those days when you are the proverbial bug on the windshield? You are the last gasp, poetic splat that has life summed up for you by a big smearing swipe and a burning squirt of reality?Now I'm all for reality. I have pretty much left my rose glasses on a different coast and well, I'm sure they are WAY lost by now, but the reality that I now speak of is being forced to see somebody's true colors...again. Thing that sucks is you can't really get away from this person. Not really. All you can do is bitch, gripe, blog and turn slowly into the cliche. Ah life, how very fucking funny.Bottom line: Some people are jerks. They just are. They are jerks to you and they are jerks to me and they are jerks others...but inside, the core of them...well, lies a jerk. Oh sure, moments of kindness shows through, but ultimately you see the real issue of that kindness is selfish and used to make that person feel less of a jerk.I will one day be a jerk.It ...
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When Life Hands You...
2007-07-23 15:54:00
Do you have those days? You know those days when you are the proverbial bug on the windshield? You are the last gasp, poetic splat that has life summed up for you by a big smearing swipe and a burning squirt of reality?Now I'm all for reality. I have pretty much left my rose glasses on a different coast and well, I'm sure they are WAY lost by now, but the reality that I now speak of is being forced to see somebody's true colors...again. Thing that sucks is you can't really get away from this person. Not really. All you can do is bitch, gripe, blog and turn slowly into the cliche. Ah life, how very fucking funny.Bottom line: Some people are jerks. They just are. They are jerks to you and they are jerks to me and they are jerks others...but inside, the core of them...well, lies a jerk. Oh sure, moments of kindness shows through, but ultimately you see the real issue of that kindness is selfish and used to make that person feel less of a jerk.I will one day be a jerk.It ...
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This Old House
2007-07-21 17:36:00
it hard to blog right now. i just feel a tad ill and so sleepy that i have no idea how these fingers are moving. this is suppose to be our "vacation." oh boy how crud-diddily-licous it has been so far. I had plans, set to motion before the fuckin' bottom of the bank fell out, but once again, bottoms fall and I get stuck in a room with a ceiling fan...those of you who are not familiar with my other blogs...well, ceiling fans follow me like ghosts.Speaking of ghosts...I had the strangest dream this morning. It had to do with a ghost in our house. She stayed at the top of the stairs and for some reason her energy was greater if you opened the weird doors we have that lead to extra storage. It was female. Someone else in the dream could feel her too. He said she was not able to do anything more than be known, but that the strange thing was that her presence was constant...and never left.What does it mean?We had a ghost at the other house. I never felt a ghost before and I did...
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This Old House
2007-07-21 17:36:00
it hard to blog right now. i just feel a tad ill and so sleepy that i have no idea how these fingers are moving. this is suppose to be our "vacation." oh boy how crud-diddily-licous it has been so far. I had plans, set to motion before the fuckin' bottom of the bank fell out, but once again, bottoms fall and I get stuck in a room with a ceiling fan...those of you who are not familiar with my other blogs...well, ceiling fans follow me like ghosts.Speaking of ghosts...I had the strangest dream this morning. It had to do with a ghost in our house. She stayed at the top of the stairs and for some reason her energy was greater if you opened the weird doors we have that lead to extra storage. It was female. Someone else in the dream could feel her too. He said she was not able to do anything more than be known, but that the strange thing was that her presence was constant...and never left.What does it mean?We had a ghost at the other house. I never felt a ghost before and I did...
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LAURI FAGGIONI IS THE SHIZNIT!
2007-07-19 16:56:00
OH YES, it's true. I really only know a few of her pieces, but each one brings out a strange and gooey mixture of just wonderful stuff. There is giddiness, sorrow, love and joy...confusion, envy, hope and frustration...love, love and soooo much more love. She makes me FEEL! She makes me want to spend hours lacing up all the scraps of my life into pretty, little works of genius. I know better...I know that it will all turn out to look so amazingly....BAD that I will cry for all the time I wasted on making food for the garbage can. Shit, maybe that should be my pièce de résistance...trash. I have grand imaginings. I live in this mind of mine so much that I am sure any trained professional would have great concern and immediately start in to extract me.But it would never work.Back to the house:I have been trying to do this pattern replication on the archways of my home. The living room supports the most work. Here is the unfinished veiw from this very spot I tippy type: ...

LAURI FAGGIONI IS THE SHIZNIT!
2007-07-19 16:56:00
OH YES, it's true. I really only know a few of her pieces, but each one brings out a strange and gooey mixture of just wonderful stuff. There is giddiness, sorrow, love and joy...confusion, envy, hope and frustration...love, love and soooo much more love. She makes me FEEL! She makes me want to spend hours lacing up all the scraps of my life into pretty, little works of genius. I know better...I know that it will all turn out to look so amazingly....BAD that I will cry for all the time I wasted on making food for the garbage can. Shit, maybe that should be my pièce de résistance...trash. I have grand imaginings. I live in this mind of mine so much that I am sure any trained professional would have great concern and immediately start in to extract me.But it would never work.Back to the house:I have been trying to do this pattern replication on the archways of my home. The living room supports the most work. Here is the unfinished veiw from this very spot I tippy type: ...

The State of the Union Address
2007-07-18 17:41:00
Messy.This house is a HUGE mess! WTF? I clean this sucker nonstop. I clean this house so much that I don?t even put the vacuum cleaners away?yes, that?s cleanerS. I use 2 and they both hang out like members of the family. It seems that if I get all smug with myself and decide to put the cleaners in their place, they put me back in mine ?cause a disaster will surely occur that will need their rescuing assistance. I should dress them. Turn them into little scarecrows?or scaretoddlers, that?s more appropriate for this pad.I hear them playing?daddy and bebe. Strange stuff man?little baby voice, all sweet and kissable, saying ?smell this.? I know it is not a flower. Usually it is his stinky, stinky feet. Who knows what it is now. Because manners are important, we try to ensure the use of them by employing the power of repetition. We use every available opportunity to work the manners in. So, here it goes:Bebe: smell this.Daddy: may I smell that?Bebe: of, course you may!Ain...
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The State of the Union Address
2007-07-18 17:41:00
Messy.This house is a HUGE mess! WTF? I clean this sucker nonstop. I clean this house so much that I don?t even put the vacuum cleaners away?yes, that?s cleanerS. I use 2 and they both hang out like members of the family. It seems that if I get all smug with myself and decide to put the cleaners in their place, they put me back in mine ?cause a disaster will surely occur that will need their rescuing assistance. I should dress them. Turn them into little scarecrows?or scaretoddlers, that?s more appropriate for this pad.I hear them playing?daddy and bebe. Strange stuff man?little baby voice, all sweet and kissable, saying ?smell this.? I know it is not a flower. Usually it is his stinky, stinky feet. Who knows what it is now. Because manners are important, we try to ensure the use of them by employing the power of repetition. We use every available opportunity to work the manners in. So, here it goes:Bebe: smell this.Daddy: may I smell that?Bebe: of, course you may!Ain...
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Get Where That Play Be Large
2007-07-18 01:14:00
This spring we bought a new house. It is a nice house. It has hallways. Something my old house lacked. When this new house was purchased, I found myself becoming very involved with the odd things a house holds, but one rarely thinks about. I'm talking door hinges, outlet covers, ceramic numbers, vent covers and my full blown obsession...toilet seats. I have become like a little mouse. I want to change the ordinary into just, well...something neat to look at. I will put my strangely over-sized dutch door on my strangely over-sized upstairs stairwell with neat and possibly over-sized door hinges. Did you know that cool, over-sized door hinges cost a chunk of change? Anyway...I will sneak into the stair well and sit on the curve to stare at them. I will search for hours to find the cheapest price on the chicken switch plate for the little one's room...each outlet being different of course. I will compose the perfect address plaque out of talavera tiles and, I'm proud to...
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Get Where That Play Be Large
2007-07-18 01:14:00
This spring we bought a new house. It is a nice house. It has hallways. Something my old house lacked. When this new house was purchased, I found myself becoming very involved with the odd things a house holds, but one rarely thinks about. I'm talking door hinges, outlet covers, ceramic numbers, vent covers and my full blown obsession...toilet seats. I have become like a little mouse. I want to change the ordinary into just, well...something neat to look at. I will put my strangely over-sized dutch door on my strangely over-sized upstairs stairwell with neat and possibly over-sized door hinges. Did you know that cool, over-sized door hinges cost a chunk of change? Anyway...I will sneak into the stair well and sit on the curve to stare at them. I will search for hours to find the cheapest price on the chicken switch plate for the little one's room...each outlet being different of course. I will compose the perfect address plaque out of talavera tiles and, I'm proud to...
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ok, so i'm gonna do this
2007-07-16 18:26:00
what a freak i am...really. it's a wonder i function at all sometimes...and other times, well, it's a mystery. i tried to blog so many times. i get all weird about it. like, just who am i blogging to and what the hell is wrong with them that they would want to read all the mixed up weirdness that i try to mold into some sort of clever prose....BORING! So, here it is again....my digital, unfinished journal...my computerized restart. god, i'm really just a giant litterbug.Since I chose this unflattering profile sneer to use as my first photo...I will break the blog in by telling you my favorite el cheapo cerveza. TECATE! Tecate in a CAN! But not straight up, oh no, that would be disgusting...the lime and salt are key to the cheapo cerveza experience. Apparently this has been exposed by the larger breweries and made into this. Anyone know what this tastes like? I have had some reservations...my beer money is rather low these days. Currently I insist on poking a hole in ...
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ok, so i'm gonna do this
2007-07-16 18:26:00
what a freak i am...really. it's a wonder i function at all sometimes...and other times, well, it's a mystery. i tried to blog so many times. i get all weird about it. like, just who am i blogging to and what the hell is wrong with them that they would want to read all the mixed up weirdness that i try to mold into some sort of clever prose....BORING! So, here it is again....my digital, unfinished journal...my computerized restart. god, i'm really just a giant litterbug.Since I chose this unflattering profile sneer to use as my first photo...I will break the blog in by telling you my favorite el cheapo cerveza. TECATE! Tecate in a CAN! But not straight up, oh no, that would be disgusting...the lime and salt are key to the cheapo cerveza experience. Apparently this has been exposed by the larger breweries and made into this. Anyone know what this tastes like? I have had some reservations...my beer money is rather low these days. Currently I insist on poking a hole in ...
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