prehistoric amounts of dork, nerd, and 'are you kidding me right now?' for your intraweb enjoyment
LL and I finally (partially) realized our dream today: we went hiking together. Not only was this the first time that I was on “her turf”, but it was also the first time that I met the Man Child and, therefore, my first time seeing her as LL The Mom (well aren’t WE just full [...]
July 10, 2011
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This post has absolutely nothing to do with anything Dominic Monaghan has ever been involved with. I just happened to be talking elsewhere about dibs and Matthew Lewis looks like he could be hobbit friends with real world Merry and Pippen, so… I linked them together. Bob’s your uncle and here we are. Today, I [...]
I used to have a pink bike that I found the same way I found my favorite ivory wool pea coat… luck. I missed out on the one I had my heart set on and then, right as I decided that I was just going to stop looking, there it was. Right in front of [...]
July 4, 2011
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Originally, for this post, I wanted a picture of Skeet Ulrich. Once I started looking at his greasy hair and snarky face, I realized that I don’t WANT Skeet Ulrich’s greasy snarky picture here. I don’t like him. I don’t like him one bit. Then, for some reason, “Peter Petrelli” came up (I didn’t care [...]
June 8, 2011
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It was requested that we wait on this until Ryan knew the scoop. Pretty reasonable… I guess… but once he had written his poem, sang his song, and peed in front of me, Pam, and Tony, we got Druggy McAnesthesiason’s permission to update away. There’s good news and bad news… The Good News is that the [...]
May 31, 2011
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Well…. Here we are… Sitting. Waiting. Rumor has it we’ll be here for at least 7 hours… that’s a long time to wait… But then again, an hour is a long time to wait. We laughed because Ryan bought Jess flowers and cherry cordial kisses this morning. “Are these your favorite or Arwen’s favorites?” “They’re [...]
May 31, 2011
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This whole Spinal Tumor thing of yours is really cramping my style… I mean… could you not have picked a better time to do this? I have school finals to study for. I went on a REALLY good date on Saturday night but since SOMEONE has to get a tumor removed from the INSIDE of [...]
May 31, 2011
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A few months ago my dad was over here and his wrists were hurting so I let him borrow my wrist braces and then I forgot to get them back before he went home. Cool story Hansel. I’M NOT DONE. So then, when I went over to Boise to surprise them for my mom’s birthday, [...]
May 6, 2011
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Once upon a time, when I was in middle school, there was this girl… we’ll call her Autumn… mostly because that was her name… and Autumn. Was. A. Bitch. She hated me for no good reason. She was so mean to me… she would say the meanest things, she threw things at me, she even [...]
May 3, 2011
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Oh. Hey. Welcome back. You wouldn’t know it, but I have started about 15 new posts a day and immediately abandoned all of them. Maybe one day I’ll go back to some of them, rack my brain trying to remember why the post was worth posting, re-write it, and you can read it. But probably [...]
April 13, 2011
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Midge came into this world the same way she plans to go out: backward, covered in goo, crying, and naked as a jaybird. She has found, in her old age, that there really is never enough time to do everything so she does what she can and will finish the rest in another life. Whether the time is appropriate or not, Midge listens to mellow mood music like Boards of Canada, Yppah, and Neil Young. Someday, she would like to work up the guts to go on a solo camping trip in Glacier but, for the time being, while she is a quiet little titmouse (and quite the tits they are!), she will just get tattoos, go to shows, and read books that you're probably not interested in. She types here not to strengthen her craft or to expertly flow sentences together in such a way that your heart will break with the slightest breeze, but because if she doesn't get it out of her brain, the words will die and she'll never be able to find them again later when it's time to write it out the right way.
