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Where to begin, where to begin. Just begin. Random thoughts from a person who hasn't been writing. I'm sitting in my living room at my partner's desk, staring at the blinking cursor. I think about how much I love my illuminated keyboard and how I probably couldn't live without one. I have my parents adorable dog for the next week so it's a complete madhouse. Crazy Incorporated.The other

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I know I have my moodiness, my bitchiness and everything but I think I have learned to be happy for the most part with what I've been given and how the world works. My brother's death taught me to give people a chance, but also, to really trust your instincts. I've made huge mistakes in my life and I'm still not anywhere. I was taught from an early age that I had to be somebody or SOMETHING.

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So much stuff has happened since last I wrote on my poor neglected blog. I met an amazing person. He's super cool, super nice and just sweet. We've been dating for a little over a month and I sense there are some challenges ahead of us. And maybe we operate in weird ways. I really have nothing to compare it against since I haven't dated in a lifetime and it has been the most normal

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This past weekend I had a few moments where I realized I really missed a certain part of myself. And I wonder how I can get that back... I can't force it. It just has to happen. Whatever. I just think of all the people swarming around and those who go from person to person like a bee taking nectar. I suppose that is one way to be. But it's not for me. I have to know you a bit before you

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Sometimes I think I really should go in and get that prescription for the bucket of valium and then I surprise myself by doing something pretty much unplanned or expected. Such is the case with last Monday. When I woke up feeling less than stellar I thought, myabe this would be a good day to fast. So I did. It seems an eternity since my last fast which lasted for 14 days. I had tried since

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Sometimes it's so hard to be thankful. But I want to say that I am. I'm thankful that I am not an alcoholic or an addict. I'm thankful that I had the opportunity to travel just a little bit and see a few places in the world. I'm thankful for the education my parents provided for me. I am thankful for the little roof I have over my head. I'm thankful for the hammock I found on Craigslist.

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I was sitting here tonight feeling so bad. Just sad. SF had a bad week in school and lied about it to me. People can say what they want, but I think he is a boy who needs a father figure so desperately. He needs to do guy things and wrassel. I try to entertain him. Sometimes I'm just distracted. I do blame myself. As I'm sitting here tapping this out I notice a few cars slowing down as

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You can all congratulate me. The place I work finally hired me as a permanent photographer. You may wonder how I celebrated. Well, let me tell you. SF and I went to the local pseudo Mexican joint and I had two Golden margaritas because I am a Golden God. Then we went to TJ Maxx where I bought a ring to commemorate the day. It was cheap. Cheap like, ah, take a wild guess...I have to say

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SF is up north for the week and Spring Breakin' with his grandparents. It's nice because I get a few moments to myself. After running with my new four legged trainer and then taking the gremlins for a two block stroll, I went to Goodwill.I found a book about large sunken liners(SF's current obsession). Cool. I bought myself one of those embroidered abuela smock dresses. It's black and I

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Ups and downs. Ups and downs. I completed my goal on Saturday of finishing the Point Bock Run. So, yay me! I feel good about that. But right now I'm just a shloppity gloppity pile of goo. Let's just generically call this the fear of the unknown with the propensity for seeing the glass half full.I had a photo shoot today and it went alright. I think there is usable material for the

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For three years I have waited for a weatherization audit of my home since losing my posh job with the fam. I now get Energy Assistance and have a low paying job with no permanence or benfits. I have two degrees. Excuse me for being pissed off that they all of sudden "deferred" my weatherization audit and suddenly claim that I have plumbing and electrical hazards on premises. My home was

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And he ski jumped like an old pro for the first time today.

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Last night I ran the first workout of week seven of the Couch to 5K program. I ran for 25 minutes straight. Holy.Shit. It really is amazing to me since I haven't run in over seven years. The Chidler and I used to run everyday before the bambino came along. It feels so good to be heading in that direction. I think such a huge part of it is mental. I really have to psych myself up and

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It's the day after my birthday. A New Day. I sort of regurgitated everything to a few co-workers this morning in the studio. I really didn't want to but I did. When I think about it, I don't think my mother has been happy since 2000. That is the year she found my brother dead on his living room floor.I can't imagine it. So I have a bit of guilt for acting the way I did and at the same time,

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I'm so mad. Irritated and angry. It will pass. Most of it has. Today is my birthday. I was supposed to go to my parents for dinner. Until I called my mother when I left work. She said we were going to go out. When I became sort of pissed about it, she called me a pain in the ass.Flash forward to dinner wherein she left to pick up my brother and pizza. After a tension filled hour or two,

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Down 12 big pounds and bought a book on Marathon training. Maybe a bit premature, but the book is designed for non-runners. It takes 16 weeks to train for a marathon. It's just very interesting to read it. To entertain the thought that maybe some day...I started week six of C25K by kicking ass. Bring it. I feel good. And my little dude has been shaping up with the right motivation. My

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I have a kid who is hell on wheels. I let him watch "The Love Guru" one time and it made a distinct and lasting impression on him. He's having a bit of a go of things at the school he's attending. He just doesn't want to buckle down and follow the protocols.They've instituted a Popsicle stick system wherein everyone gets ten sticks in the morning. Sticks are taken away for various reasons.

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Ugh. I am so irritated right now. This morning was a total bitch with Snowflake. It actually started out okay and then just escalated into his usual whiney bullshit. He can be so defiant I am worried about the future. Seriously. I try to be reasonable but he tests my very mettle. However, we make up by the time we get to school. If there is one thing I don't want to teach him is to be

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Is vote for keeping it real. Real "out there" that is...

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Tomorrow is the last workout of week four of the Couch to 5K and I'm already dreading it. Why? Because I know Sunday's new workout is going to be a gasping for my last breath puker. Ai, ai, ai.But let me not dwell on that. I'm just gonna keep on rockin' the Nikon.

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You'd think by the time 42 rolls around you'd have some semblance of a life. I do have a "life". I breathe, I eat. I think it is the traditional sense of what defines adulthood is what my life lacks. I still have a flip flopity dangling umbilcal cord attached to my parents. Good things happen, but financially, I get nowhere. I went back to school, graduated at the top of the class and still

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I had such a great evening. My nephew's mom is preggo and delivering on the 31st. Tonight we took photos in the studio and I am so proud of them. This was her favorite. Straight out of the camera. I adore it.

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Well, I'm off to begin week two of Couch to 5K. I downloaded a companion Podcast and hopefully it will help me through. I am running through the park this time. I get sick of adjusting my speed on the treadmill. Hopefully I won't slip and fall. I'm thinking of taking my boxer boy along for encouragement. Eh. Here I go.

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I just whipped out a website for my dad. This is like the fifth incarnation for him. He has never liked what I have done and I'm sure he won't like this for some reason or another. I feel like such a loser. The umbilical cord is still attached. Oy.I don't want to be like that, ever. "I did this so you do that and if you don't you are a horrible lame person". Jeeebus. I ended up using a

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It's a new year and I've made a huge commitment to my health. I started the Couch to 5K running program. If I don't die somewhere along the way, I'll be in shape to run a 5K in only nine weeks. That is if I don't pulverize my kneecaps into a fine powdery dust. I just felt the need to get back to the things I used to do before SF. Running. Yep. I used to run three miles a day with the

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I'm hoping that only the tried and true bother to check in here these days. This might still be the year of Heidi, you never know. For the most part, I feel frustrated and on the verge of something. Binge drinking, hitchhiking, injectables... sex with strangers. Maybe it's time I try all of those things you're never supposed to. I'm bored with this place, my role as a single mother, life.

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Hello My Lonely Little Blog...How are you? I'm fine. Doing alright. Hanging in there. SF is going to be seven in March and I wonder where the time goes to. Sometimes when I drop him off in the morning at school, I wonder what would happen with him if I died. If I never saw him again and it breaks my heart. It's impossible to describe how fast time flies by unless you are feeling it and

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There are certain people you come across once every so often that make you THANK the universe that you are not so bitchy, nasty, rude and unprofessional. People that although they may have a college degree from some BFE university, they're STILL stoopid. And vain. And arrogant. And did I mention stupid?

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Woe is me. So I'm thinking about this person. Like, I have no idea who he is. Just a dad. I'm just happy that I am having some lusty feelings for once. It's been a long time coming. So you, whoever you are, I just want you to know that I would jump you in a dark alley or in broad daylight(as long as I was riding the (Night Train).

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I don't know why, but I've been thinking about this guy. Who the hell knows why. I don't really know him. But I've been thinking about him...

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Do You Feel Lucky, Punk?

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SF received his yellow belt last night.So Proud!Love, Heidi

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My poor little, neglected memoir of a motherhood journal cum nada. I'm nearing the finish line. Next Saturday I will receive my ASSociates in Web Development and Digital Media. I've created a few cool freelance sites for clients. I have two weddings booked for summer. SF is graduating from kindergarten. Life is always changing. I'm still trying to keep the last fish from the Chamber of

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Love, Heidi

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Six years ago today, I was in the hospital in the process of bringing SF into this world. Today I find myself confused. SF repeatedly comes home with an unsatisfactory 'smiley' chart. And he has a problem with one of his classmates. He has even more problems with his smiley chart when one of his classmate's moms subs for the ailing teacher.He's been name calling and stuffing cupcakes in his

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Written for a total Asshole:"In regard to the business etiquette article you provided and my quiz score, I received a 19 out of 20. In fact, I think you have be a complete mushroom to make these types of rude idiotic mistakes. Business etiquette is just a gentrified form of proper behavior in social situations. I looked ahead and saw you included an article for “women” on dressing and was

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What do you think? Boxer mastiff? All boxer? Boxer American Bulldog? He's got insanely large paws. And much thicker bone structure than typical boxers standards. One thing is for sure, he is all sweetness. Life is so crazy. I get too freaked when I dwell on certain things...the usual, the shortness of life. Seizing the day. I am constantly going and going and going. Always tired.Always,

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Whenever I get on myself about my myself, my mom will say something like, "why don't you eat some yogurt and fruit?" I hate yogurt. The run of the mill Yoplaits and Danons just gross me out. They're like glorified jello. They make me think of horse hooves every time I dare try again.Today I was at Sam's at 8am and saw this yogurt. I read the box and it sounded amazing and packed a 14 grams

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O! What a relief it is...to be on the cusp of the weekend! Soaking in the tub and getting into fine sheets. I love the big dog puppy who is sprawled out on the leather next to me. I think he might be part Rhodesian Ridgeback...he has the most floppiest ears. Sort of like an Old School nun's habit.Spring is coming! All down the avenue, puddles form, mud appears and the sun melts away the

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Although I didn't get a Valentine, I made 21 gorgeous Valentines from scratch for SF's Kindergarten class. Love, Heidi

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"Doing his best pineapple impression." -Phantom Kitty

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He is our fun little house guest.Love, Heidi

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In addition to my three randy canines, I have my parents Tibetan Terrier for the next week. It's been kind of wacky and crazy, but things are settling down. I had such a crappy day.I feel bitchy and crampy and then I got a rejection for an internship. That is the icing on the cake to my fricking special weekend. The more I think about it, the more pissed I get. I must be one of the first

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He could almost fly with those ears!He looks kind of squatty from this angle, but he's all legs. Gangly and lean like a tall teenage boy. Clumsy and sweet. He is such a Scooby.Well, I changed the water on the chamber of death and things look pretty good. Guppies must be really hardy little fish. There's nothing skankier than a groady looking fish bowl. The fish looks better but only time

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We're down to our last fish and she, she is on her last legs. Unless she's gonna drop some frye or whatever it is. She's a live bearer facing the creep of the chamber of death. Garfield's plastic fish bowl belly is proving too toxic for life.She isn't moving too fast and I'm afraid the pH adjustment may have just did a number on her. O, I dosed the tank again as a preventative. I thought she

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A little blurry, but cute. Adorable in every way you can imagine. Charming, sweet and smart. Mellow and chill. We're totally in love!

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For reals.This cute little fish tank has turned into a skanky nightmare. Sharpie got the burial at sea early on when my friend came over to see why the water was so cloudy. I removed a filter like thing from the bottom and that made things better.Then, the Guppie, Nemo gave birth to mystery fish. Over the next day or two I start to wonder why the scum eater hadn't been moving. He was dead.

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I know I'm on repeat here. But hey! I was approved for adoption...the adoption of a 6-7 month old boxer boy that came from a high kill shelter in Chicago. SF and I will schlep the pugs in the landship and head south about an hour to meet him on Saturday. If everything gels, he will have his forever home. This is the photo from Petfinder. He already weighs 50 lbs. He also has his long

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Okay. I've been a real fiend when it comes to looking at dogs since December. I can't explain it. Maybe it does have something to do with falling off the horse. I filled out an application for a boxer(origin unsure...he LOOKS like a boxer) from a rescue. He is 6-7 months old, loves other dogs, kids and even cats. Is he housebroken...that is the question. As we all know, big dog = lots of

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I dropped four credits worth of classes and I feel a little better. I didn't need to take them, I just wanted to. Instead of stressing my way through the next four months, I'm going to go with the flow and chill like a dill.Love, Heidi

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One of SF's fish died. My friend came over and changed the water and we took out this sponge/fliter pad thing and things are apparently on the up and up. Why? Well, I looked into the bowl this morning, and there, hiding in the fake, glow in the dark sea grass was a small black fish that looks nothing like any of the fish we have. Can anyone 'splain this to me?!Friday I picked up Charlie's

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As soon as things seem on the up and up, they spiral downward. Maybe I'm just too doomsdayish. I don't know. I had a great experience at another agency yesterday. The difference was quite astounding. Everyone I met was so entirely candid and sharing of their knowledge. I gained so many useful tips and sites I left there psyched out of my mind!I met an award winning designer who has a

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A few notes before I rush upstairs to beautify myself for more job shadowing... I sent out a letter of inquiry to a company about a possible internship. Unfortunatley, they don't need anyone, but I did get a note back saying they liked my website. That alone is cool to me. Someone took the time to look at my work and comment. Most places would just not respond at all. So, yay!I received a

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I tried to take the pugs for a walk this morning. I bundled them up and they only made it a block and a half before they started freezing up. Those from The North would recognize the leg going up and the hobbling on three legs. I had to get them to jog so they'd snap out of it.I sure miss my Chidle Bug. He was so hearty and cute. It's just really weird not having a big dog in the house. It

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To see some mushers. In my puffy jacket, looking puffy.

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I had some more job shadowing this morning. I hung out with an incredibly smart programmer and an amazing designer. And I think to myself, do I have the Right Stuff? What can I possibly have to offer these total omnipotent gods? I'm just Heidi. Heidi who likes to create 'stuff'. I'm more boutique than brand. Where am I going to fit in?Love, Heidi

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I had lunch with an ADULT. Unbelievable. It was really nice to chat with someone who is smart and educated and well traveled. Always excitement. I'm just excited that I got my website updated(the gallery). What a bugger it was! Ugh. I downloaded a new copy of Cyberduck because Filezilla is just so unfriendly. Jeez. But now I'm off to bed because it's the only way I can function. A glass

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I had a big cup of coffee this morning after dropping SF off at school. Ooo! I want to crawl out of my skin! On top of that, I received an email from a client that wants me to freelance a website. So, YAY! But I'm also feeling the pinch of balance chiming in. On the list:1.) Being a Mom2.) Continued job shadowing at several locations3.) Finding an internship4.) Developing this new website.5

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What a fantastic experience that was! Everything about that place was gorgeous and the mood really felt genuine. It reminded me of this Scandinavian glass designer for Kosta Boda who did a line called "Open Minds". Abstract. Wow. It's just bizarre. An old friend works there. We used to be really close at one time. And I think we used to watch 'thirtysomething' together. It just makes me

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Today I'm doing some job shadowing for a few hours. I get to meet some designers and some programmers. My professor has hopes that it may parlay into an internship . I hope so. I can wait to get off the dole. I think I would like a bigger house, but when I look at what you get and all I did with mine, I think no gracias.I've been chatting with a few boxer breeders. Even Charlie's original

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I was thinking of scrapping this blog altogether and then I thought nah. It changes as I change. And if I get really out of control or need to vent I can always go to my double secret posting place, Facebook. I have intentions of going balls out this year. That said, I haven't exercised yet. I will though. Tomorrow I have some job shadowing at a pretty impressive place. I've also took the

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My neighbor K asked me to come over for a sec this morning. I was standing in her living room and I noticed this cool flat rock sitting on one of her antique pieces. I picked it up and said "This is sooo cool"(It has an eye painted on it). She told me to keep it and said "I've got my eye on you". I stuck it in my pocket. I love those little kind of talismans and usually have one on me at all

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I'm reading two books right now: Freiderun Miram-Stockmann's "My Life with Boxers" and John P. Wagner's "The Boxer." Both of these individuals were prominent in the formation of the breed. Stockmann's story is fascinating. Art school girl meets boy, falls in love with boy's boxer and the rest became history. I love her prose. And I just identify with her. It really makes me think about my

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This year I got rid of most of my stuff. From top to bottom, tip to tail I got rid of all the physical, cumbersome material stuff that clutters up a small bungalow(and my inner peace). Since my brother died almost 10 years ago now(it started then but just becomes more relevant with each passing year), more and more I see the unstoppable force that life is. We mourn things that never have a

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xo

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One kibble at a time. Frank, or 'Clovis' or 'Clams Casino' as I like to call him has been having a little bit of a time with The Chidler's departure from this world. He's been slow to get back into the swing of food. As anyone who knows a pug knows, food is King. He's slowly coming around, but Ginger thinks it's just more for her. Damn females.

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Today I went to the grocery store to get some stuff and ran into my next door neighbor. She raved about the Christmas card I sent(I usually get that) and then I told her about Charlie. She gave me the best hug I've had in a very long time. It was totally genuine.They're like my cool old hippie parents although they don't smoke pot and probably never were hippies. They've been so supportive

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In honor of my dog I have decided to become more authentic. It is what it is. No offense.

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My heart aches. Charlie is gone. This morning I woke up, came down stairs and found him tired as usual. I heard him coughing in the night and thought about what today might bring. Last night I sat down by him and told him all the things I always told him, but especially that I was always so proud of him.At that moment, he licked my nose a good one.This morning I took him outside and my friend

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Last night I let Charlie sit on the couch next to me and cuddle. It is so difficult to see him coughing, rasping and just so tired. I heard him coughing at 3am and I wondered if he would be alright. This morning he greeted me with his usual gift of happiness, although not as vigorous.I took him for a car ride to take Snowflake to school. I heaved him up into the front seat with all my might.

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I will never forget the day I jumped into my bright yellow VW GTI VR6 and sped west to an adorable victorian in the countryside. It was pale, creamy yellow and had one of those fairytale turrets. I remember the waist high grass swaying in the late August breeze. A little blond haired girl was on the porch.As I got out of the car, two giant Boxers came prancing up to me and behind them, a sweet

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I was inspired to start a seven day juice fast. A few years ago I fasted for two weeks and it seemed so easy. Now, I'm not so sure. Your head really has to be in the right place and the first two days are somewhat difficult. I'm kind of psyched though. After you get past the hunger(it completely disappears) you really begin to feel good. At least I did. My fast will end the day before

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When I came outside, it was perfectly balmy for a late October day. The sky was gray, but tinged with high flat clouds, fading golden at the edges. The leaves were twirling and whirling so forcefully today I thought they might burst into the doors of the car and stick there like little knives. When I was little, I imagined autumn leaves smelling like drying tobacco as we buried our tiny bodies

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It turned out to be a beautiful Saturday and I just finished up scouring the Casa: put everything in its place, vacuumed, scrubbed the floors and cleaned the bathrooms. What's next? I don't know. I think I'm gonna clean up and go on an adventure and shoot some photos. It's a beautiful, gorgeous day and I'm happy to be alive.

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Going on 12...

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so glad you were on the other side of the windshield...

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via the old Motorola Razor

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