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I wonder…

Posted on November 12, 2008

I wonder if there is a way to buy a slightly less razor-sharp razor, this mama just can’t hang with the quintuple blade razors that leave me a bloody mess. I wonder what it means that when I cracked the package on my nylons yesterday the coupon inside said it had expired in March of ’07. I mean I know it says that I buy cheap-ass nylons, but what else? I wonder what will happen to Jennifer Aniston when she stops being cute? I wonder if Sienna Miller will ever…umm scratch that, I couldn’t give two bleeps about Sienna. You? Wondering anything?

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Pfft, maybe a post a month

Posted on November 11, 2008

I feel as though I have fallen off the wagon, sitting here feeling past and bloated and generally guilty. Which, as we all know does a whole boat load of nothing. The bloat and paste are really more atrophy, the effects of not having written anything that makes my heart soar. I’ve written plenty of captions, brainstormed on captions and drafted pitch letters, but I’ll be darned if I’ve penned a single nursing by moonlight entry or chronicled the morning drop off, or newly created tradition of post-pick-up/pre-drop-off sandwich making with Briar. I am puffy with waste, tender moments not shared here. I’ve not released the sensation of Avery whispering in my ear, “But mama, I miss fawder bear, I miss him so very…

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The shoemaker’s children

Posted on November 11, 2008

I’m no shoemaker, but words are my trade and my kids, well, lately they’ve had no words. No words from me, that is. The kids actually have a lot of words. Finley continues to beam and trill, “mama.” Avery calls to me with her head cocked, “Anything ok here?” and “What is going on in here, anyway?” Briar is brimming with pre-school wisdom, “Hoho’s elbows are watching,” and “Wiggly teeth start coming when you get big.” Sean for his part is another source of bemusement– “I don’t mean to be vain, but I hope I’m a good looking old chick,” I said the other night. He looked at me sweetly, considering my face and then saying, “Me too.” So, I tell you with a…

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I am so old

Posted on November 4, 2008

Halloween, beyond the wonder and zeal of toddlers experiencing the power of knocking on doors and receiving compliments and free candy, had a dark side. Throng after throng of older trick-or-treaters passed us and try as I might the force of scathing judgement took hold and I straddled the line between clenched and dropped jaw. Gore. Whore Honestly, it seemed that the boys were going for nasty and the girls were going for, ah, nasty. When did that happen? When did Halloween become showing as much skin as possible and being as foul as possible? I realize that every generation says that their generation had it different, life was harder, times were simpler. Whatever. I like music. I like singers, by man alive, I…

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