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Archive for March, 2008

Why it still matters.

I’m not pregnant right now-I never will be again.
But nothing still raises my ire like the breastfeeding arguments, and the attendant guilt’s and horrors, as detailed by Mad and ready to pop Hannah.
My own breastfeeding troubles were pedestrian. With Vivian, no one helped me, unless you count pushing the kid to the boob as help. [...]

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MAH NEW KITTEHS!

Pretties….The grey one is 8, the black one 5. They are both little ladies. I go pick them up tonight.
I’m not going with the SPCA because they’re, well, idiots it seems. Despite having filled out the CAT application (it says this clearly on the paper) they were calling my references saying I wanted to adopt [...]

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In McDick’s, a simple supper with my youngest, french fries and crushed mangled chicken. I look up, a riot of color and sound and stuff.
14. Remember 14? Normal 14-not “advanced” 14, not “I have boobs and I can use them” 14 but average, developing, caught between teenager and child 14. Wild hair, unstyled. New band [...]

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Reasons.

I am not around because:
1. I am training my other me at work, which TOTALLY cuts into internet and thinking time
2. It’s been STUPID busy at work lately anyway
3. I’ve been writing-yes, actual writing in my head and on the puter in my spare time. I’m waiting to focus my energies in that direction right [...]

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And not in an undergarment kind of way either.
Daureen is gloriously 38 weeks pregnant, and looks lovely. Frankly, she looks better than me pregnant or not.
She’s also having a hard time, and sorta kinda, well, in her words, terrified about this whole birth thing.
I’d love it if everyone can share a supportive birth [...]

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I get a lot of search hits along these lines-people looking for answers. Possibly the newly diagnosed, scared and worried that they’ll be on drugs for the rest of their lives, and maybe in and out of hospital. Possibly a boyfriend, a wife, a cousin,  looking to see if their own private confusion and heartache might [...]

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SPCA or another way?

So I’ve been scanning the SPCA listings for cuteness(current favorites-Smudge, Frisky, Felix, Nikie, Davey, Bell and Checkers)
Mogo isn’t a big fan of going the SPCA route again. There’s the 85.00 fee, and the fact that it’s a 15 minute walk from the closest bus stop.
I know someone who will have kittens. However, I’m bothered by [...]

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Spring sucks thus far

More KITTEH!

Originally uploaded by thordora

This morning, we had to put Velcro to sleep.
His poor bladder and urinary tract were blocked up again. We thought we fixed it last year. I couldn’t bear the thought of fixing it every year, the stress on his system.
So the [...]

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Winter: Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes
 
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I’m so desperately tired of winter right now-the dank, the tired snows next to the road, the icy streets that catch me unaware, the damp light that filters through the clouds on odd occasions. I’m done with it. If I could break up with winter, I would. [...]

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Dancing Vivian

Spinning Spinning Spinning…..singing and dancing and being someone else entirely…when do we lose that talent?
The price of awareness I suppose.

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When it comes to food, I’m a little picky. I’ve been called strange and toddleresque in the past, which doesn’t bother me.
Simply put, I have texture issues, along with the standard “it smells weird, looks weird, tastes weird” issues that most small kids have. Hence the title. (Am I smart tonight or what?)
What icks me [...]

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The Glass Castle

Have you read this? You should…I kept putting it off and finally picked it up last week in Nashville. (At the snooty bookstore no less!)

Nothing in my life can compare to what this woman went through and overcame. I just…I can’t imagine. I really can’t.
What’s almost startling about this book is the lack of blame…or [...]

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Do I look not normal? Do I sound not normal?
on second thought….don’t answer that.
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I consider myself high functioning. Any doctor I ever had always expressed surprise and shock at the fact that I’ve been able to hold my jobs unmedicated.
I suppose they’ve never really heard of the ability to compartmentalize things. The ability to soldier [...]

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So, sometime in May (as yet to be determined since a certain Canadian singer/poet guy has thrown gunk in the mix) a group of us local writers (I am NOT saying blog…I refuse) are going to meet in a little Nova Scotia town, eat cupcakes, drink beer and talk about you. Yes, you.
Just kidding. I’m [...]

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After the better part of a week away from home, I have to fly home tomorrow. A day wasted in the air.
Sometimes when I’m away I pretend that I’m living a different life, a life I turned my back on years ago. No kids. No family. Just me.
Briefly it’s exhilarating. Browsing the bookstore and not needing [...]

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Burned Retina’s.

White WHITE Whitey boys+karaoke+Snoop Dogg circa 1994=PAIN.
No matter how many beers I drank, it just never stopped hurting….
and yes, I’m slightly drunk blogging….

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So, this picture is shitty since the camera on my phone is shitty, but I hope to have a good picture sometime tomorrow to replace this with. Good picture now.
I’m just so fucking happy with this that I MUST squee now.

Brandon at Kustom Thrills Tattoo in Nashville did this for me tonight. The price [...]

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No, we all use dogsleds.

I’m in Target (woot!) buying shaving cream (gotta shave legs for important meeting tomorrow-must wear cute shoes and skirt).
The super nice and sweet cashier (how nice is that. SERVICE. The armpit could learn a few things from this place) is reading a flyer as I dig for American quarters since apparently Canadian quarters are the [...]

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All I have to say is…

LOVE ME some mojitos.
Travelling for work. That is all.

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3 Years Later

3 years.

3 years since I gasped and screamed as you fell from my body, whisked away to a small warm table as you took up my battle cry.
 
Unravelled you are. Blanket let loose, hat askew you run wild with it. With “it”-smelly, jam covered, magical pinkness it.
 
My daughter, my charm, my what if-you fear nothing. [...]

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