…I find myself LOL’ing at something that’s supposed to be serious. This is one of those times.
From this article…
“I’m a very well-educated, successful, intelligent person,” he told the paper. “This is insane to me that I have an armed guard outside my door when I’ve cooperated with everything other than the whole solitary-confinement-in-Italy thing.”
YEAH! [...]

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I’m a city girl at heart. If I could afford to live downtown in a renovated warehouse loft, I would. Okay, so living someplace like that with Bill and three kids would be…not that great, but I’m trying to make a point here.
I prefer funky and hip and urban living conditions. I want to be [...]

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Although I did know you, and you did not have the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled, I will miss you, Oh Uterus o’ Mine. Well, no, not really. I mean, thanks for nurturing and housing my three beautiful young’uns. I appreciate that a whole lot, truly. You did a good job [...]

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So, as you all know my uterus and I aren’t on the best of terms right now. It’s ridiculous really since we have a common goal here. She wants out, and I want her out. Yes, I assigned my uterus a gender, but I figure making it a girl is appropriate. Although, if I recall [...]

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So, tomorrow is the day I go in to finally see about fixing my broken girlbits. Am I excited? Wellllllll…sort of.
The sane part of me is doing a jig of pure happiness. (That’s a jig, not a jigger, people. Happiness doesn’t come in a bottle. Well, except the bottles marked Grey Goose. But I digress.) [...]

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The comments to my last entry have led me to another entry. I know — you can’t stand the excitement. But try, for my sake; okay? :grin:
Anyway, with Lenna, I had no choice about breastfeeding. Let me explain. I was living with my mom and my sister at the time. My mom wanted to help [...]

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I had this plan to write a long rant about judging other people’s parenting choices. It was something along the lines of, “Who cares, as long as it’s not your kid?” Then I realized there are definitely parenting choices I feel are ridiculous and stupid, so who am I to judge others who are judging? [...]

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:weeps: Oh, my beloved camera. Why? WHY? Didn’t I lovingly put you in a spiffy little camera bag when I wasn’t using you? Didn’t I make sure the little heathens who live here kept their grimy paws off you? Didn’t I sing your praises to all and sundry? DIDN’T I?!? So, how could you just [...]

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…I didn’t have to shank anyone to get the recipe. Thank you, Google. Because “go to prison” isn’t on my To Do list for today. Or any other day really. But that’s aside from the point here.
Of course, to be aside from the point, I suppose I’d have to have a point. I’m pretty sure [...]

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…that I have a secret desire to be a Stepford. I want to be one of those women who laugh at how terribly uncreative Martha Stewart is. I want to be one of those women who whips up some crazy gourmet meal with flour, bacon and garlic being the only ingredients available. I want to [...]

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