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nonsensical text: November 2006
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Thursday, November 30, 2006. Random acts of blogness. The rolling chair of doom. Awhile back, we rearranged our office/den to make it more aesthetically pleasing. At first the venture was successful, but eventually (okay, in less than a month) the general messiness returned. But all is not right with the world. We live in an old house one of those old houses where you can’t find a truly square corner, where shims and creative molding are a common part of daily life. I have always known God has a sense of...
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nonsensical text: December 2006
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Thursday, December 28, 2006. Through the years, our children have regularly received what my husband and I (not so affectionately) refer to as grandparent toys. You know the type. They are either full of stickers and markers which will soon be festively decorating the walls of your home, or they make sounds. The sounds are never gentle; they are just above the level of tolerability. R: (with lip in full pout and big brown eyes misting over) Dad, you killed my bunny! Posted by atypical at 12:53 AM. Like a...
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nonsensical text: May 2007
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Wednesday, May 30, 2007. The retrospective a.k.a. how to put a positive spin on procrastination. Things started out on a traditional path. The abandoned sixteen year old had ridden his razor. A mile and a half to the grocery store where he purchased a single rose (somewhat wilted from the return journey through un-seasonal heat). The girlchild proudly handed over a flower of a different sort. My little leprechaun practically leapt from his eight year old skin as he produced his offering. Wednesday, May 2...
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nonsensical text: July 2006
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Friday, July 28, 2006. Everything Should Be Circular. Beginnings are bad for me. I'm not much better at endings. I could probably have quite a long conversation with myself on which is actually worse. Instead, I think I shall just pretend everything is circular, and join up somewhere in the middle of my thought. Which is why I laughed so hard when the ketchup squirted on my mother's shirt. That will do for now (not an ending). Posted by atypical at 2:31 PM. Introspection taken to a lower level.
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nonsensical text: February 2007
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Wednesday, February 28, 2007. The great flour spill of 2007. Hi, my name is T, and I have a problem. When I slip up, or don’t do something on the schedule I have imposed for myself, I tend to give up without even trying. It is in defiance of this trend that I bake bread. Today on a Wednesday. I will follow through even if I am late in doing so. Makes me feel more alive than anything else ever could. Labels: sleeping with bread. Posted by atypical at 10:44 AM. Sunday, February 25, 2007. 2 Name the book an...
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nonsensical text: August 2006
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Thursday, August 31, 2006. Ode to an unbloggable blog. The dear husband, when asked, did apparently submit a request for un-blockage, but I have very little faith in the system. And as the trend would go, I suddenly have a million thoughts. Ah well, I guess it’s back to the pile of papers I am trying to sort. I tried to talk myself out of it. I really did. Ooh-ooh ah-ah p.u. Want my baby show! On such a day, when the demands and requests had been flying past any ear within range, I happened to walk by an...
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nonsensical text: January 2007
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Monday, January 29, 2007. Introvert, yup, that’s me. Perhaps, then I should consider yesterday to be a time when I felt most completely myself. But I don’t. I don’t like not feeling comfortable in my own skin. It seems the insecurity multiplies exponentially once the cycle starts. Deep under the surface layers, I am no more than a scared child daily needing the arms of God to comfort me, His voice to speak to the very depths of my being, Fear not, for I am with you. Labels: sleeping with bread. Q: How ma...
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nonsensical text: April 2007
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Monday, April 30, 2007. Perhaps the aspect of this exhaustive draining that causes me the most strife is that I have a very difficult time allowing the blessings I have been given to flow out on those around me. The very quality of exhaustion makes me more prone to snapping at my children and accomplishing nothing around the house. This in turn leads to guilt. The guilt feeds in to an overwhelming inability to accomplish. Just when I think I can’t take another minute of the squabbling nature of sibling r...
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nonsensical text: October 2006
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Monday, October 30, 2006. Crispy crusts and melted butter. The crust of French bread so deliciously crispy is completely foreign when compared to the soft warmth inside. People can be like that too. While all appearances from the outside show a cohesive and firm resolve, the center is tender and vulnerable. The butter of experience soaks into the pores of the innermost being. Labels: sleeping with bread. Posted by atypical at 11:16 AM. Sunday, October 29, 2006. Don't you hate it when:. You go to put laun...
