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My hair

Posted on February 28, 2011

A love hate relationship it has always been.It’s great hair, I’ve* just done disastrous things to it or nothing at all. Bad cuts are ok as a kid, or at least you can hide them. Eugene, OR circa 1975 Circa ’75 w/bonnet Circa ’79 Bowl-cut w/wicker Circa ’79 w/towel Circa ’81 My 1st Mullet Today. Too dark, unstyled, increasingly silver. This pose works much better w/a bowl cut. I am at a complete and total loss as to what to do so I sent out a plea for help. A friend sent me this (she literally uses another language): I have greys/whites by my temples and forehead. What I do, colour-wise that works for me (and I’ve tried absolutely everything under the sun, short of…

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Not so confidential to the girl at the gym last night

Posted on February 25, 2011

Here’s the thing, I don’t go to the gym to mack. It probably isn’t even still referred to as that. I never was the kind of girl that actively tried to grab a guy’s attention, so forgive me my clumsy articulation of the act of flaunting your desire to be noticed in public by someone to whom you are attracted. [I am well aware that every word I type plants me more firmly in the I’m-getting-too-old-for-this-shit-category] I digress. To you, teenaged girl with the shorts hiked up to define where your cheeks end and your crack begins- 1. High knee exercises can in fact be accomplished with your back to the wall as opposed to my face. 2. One does not have to weave…

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A thousand ships

Posted on February 23, 2011

I know she came from me, but since that day she has so far surpassed me. I delight in her every detail, there is not a contour upon her face that does not steal my breath. The way she wrinkles her nose and sends her face sideways, the brush of her dark lower lashes against her pale skin beneath those impossibly blue eyes. Or the way she tilts her head to one side and gestures with her hands, watching from the corner of her eye and repositioning her arms for greater effect. She echoes Briar’s mannerisms as she tucks her chin into her neck to convey affection, and then Avery with her eyes and cheeks conspiring to make me laugh. I catch myself with…

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Posted on February 19, 2011

The work day yesterday ended with an unexpected phone call from a person who is not a client. Not ten seconds into the phone call I began to have my ass chewed 6 different ways. I was completely blindsided and utterly shocked by the audacity. Definitely a “do you know how important I am?” kind of scenario. My entire body was shaking. I did not want to make a rash decision, but I didn’t need it and I sure as heck didn’t deserve it. After more than enough taking it, I gave just a bit back. Then today, a day I usually work from home, I hustled into work with Finley in tow and spent the hours between 9 and 3 at a full…

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No Money

Posted on February 14, 2011

There is nothing that I do here that makes me any money. No ads. No sponsors. No giveaways. Nothing. I started blogging in 2004 and have been pecking away (Sorry Mr. Demick, Keyboarding 101 was really just a long lunch for me, so rarely did I attend. You weren’t a perv, so I still don’t know how I passed…) ever since. I attend conferences, participate in certain community-wide initiatives, but I am barely on the radar of marketers and brands. I suppose I kind of like it that way, less heartache, competition and potential clouding of mission. That said, it would be cool if I could toss you Starbucks and Visa cards from time to time. Instead I post things like this: Look, sisters…

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