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My birthday cakes have come a long way. I have these to look forward to tomorrow!
Birthday
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I wouldn’t be able to parent at all if it wasn’t for my amazing Mom. W and I are both so incredibly lucky to have her in our lives. Because I live with my Mom I talk to her a bajillion times a day. We are Mother and daughter and we are also housemates. [...]
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It’s the post where I tell you things in little chunks. Mmmmm. chunks. –> I wrote these two posts for Aiming Low: • How to extend your love of coffee creamer • 5 Things You Do to Annoy Me: On the Road Edition The amusing thing that happened because of the first post is that [...]
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Today is my sister’s birthday. I sent her an e-mail to tell her that I hope she has a great day. There is a lot that I am not blogging about at the moment and the subject of my sister is clearly now one of those things. I have no idea if she knows about [...]
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Seven Septembers ago I started this blog. My friend Paz recently asked to read my very first blog post and after I sent the link to her I decided to read it and have a visit with the Dresden from 7 Septembers ago. “My goal is to have a venue to rant and vent that [...]
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Thank you for all of the sweet birthday wishes to W yesterday. That was incredibly delicious to read throughout the day because parts of the day were kind of, well, less than savory. But shit happens, and sometimes it happens on a birthday, but you take the lemons and make lemon pudding birthday cake. STEP [...]
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1 photo per month for months May, 2010 – April, 2011
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I was able to get W in to see a doctor at the practice that (thankfully) was just mentioned to me this weekend as a place to check out for his wellness exams. It was hard to put up with the hour-long busy signal of the practice in the morning, but when I got through [...]
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When I lived in New York a roommate of mine used to put a fresh $20 bill in the pocket of her Winter coat every Spring. She would then hang the coat on a cedar hanger and put it back in the far depths of our hall closet where the luggage and empty George Foreman [...]
