Category: Assorted
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I may suck at writing poetry lately …
But my friends at poetry assignment are rockin it! Please remember to check out their work and give them some comment love. In the meantime and to try to get back into the spirit of things, I have been designing a poetry book of my work, hoping that looking at it will bring back my…
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Me vs. pickup: So glad it didn’t happen
My dog woke me up at 5 a.m. to go to the bathroom, which seems terrible but the silver lining was that my alarm was going to go off 40 minutes later (yes, 40 minutes is 40 minutes, but still) for my morning run. As I was already up before the moon even decided to…
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Dogs in the house Day 1
Anyone who knows Jeff probably thinks this is either April Fool’s Day or I’ve just completely revolted against his no-dogs-in-the-house policy. Neither of these are true. Seven years ago, when Jeff and I moved in together, we compromised regarding the dogs: I could have them, but they had to live outside. I agreed, as Breanna…
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It’s all about the proof
Call me vain, but it’s not enough just to run, but I want everyone to know when I run. Part of it is motivation – if you know when I’m running then you know when I’m not running (like this week, ugh). My brother Kevin blogged about a race in which there was no race…
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On bad fonts and good pranks and tramp stamps
So if you are a graphic designer or are friends with a graphic designer or have heard of graphic design, you probably know how hated the font Comic Sans is in the design community. It is so notoriously bad, in fact, that there is an entire web site devoted to its awfulness. When Chris was…
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Am I the only one that likes rainy days?
Every time the forecast calls for rain I hear a collective moan among seemingly everyone but me. I absolutely love rainy days during the summer months. Rain in the winter pretty much sucks, I’ll give you that, but today I look out Chris‘ windows (I opened them, of course, as the rain cools everything off…
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Does the fun ever end? I hope not.
When the bouncer looks at us on stage and says, “You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here,” I want to laugh at the played-out song lyric but instead I pout and look at my friends and say “What can we do now?” Never mind that it’s 2:15 a.m. and bouncers at…
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I’m dog people
But for some reason I have seen this rise in my friendships of late, male friendships to be exact, with cat people. How does this happen? I didn’t know men even liked cats, much less single men who live alone with them … Ronnie has an excuse; he and his ex-wife got the cats together…
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I could so do porn right now
So Amy and Jeff both asked me if I was going to blog about my bikini wax and I won’t other than to say Parvin’s Spa on East Boulevard is, hands down, the best place I’ve ever been for waxing and I will probably never go anywhere else. In describing it to Amy, I told…
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Don’t say you love me, not like that
So we know this much: We’re supposed to always tell our loved ones what they mean to us. Because sometimes tomorrow isn’t what we think it will be, and it’s important for us to know that we’ve said all the I love yous we need to say, just in case. But what about saying it too…