Archive | September, 2007

invisalign ain’t that invisible

September 27, 2007

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Of course I watched the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy.  I have a real problem with people who call it, simply, "Grey’s."  And I keep waiting for the part where they reveal why Izzie is wearing "clear" braces.  I couldn’t…

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september beans

September 27, 2007

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This Saturday is my birthday.  I don’t know how much celebrating I’ll be able to do unless I finish this last chapter.  There has just been so much going on.  It’s hard to get work done.  I’m turning 32.  I’m…

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beloved

September 27, 2007

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beloved

I don’t choose these things.  They just happen.  I didn’t mean to choose Natalie Merchant’s “Beloved Wife” as the song I’ll always associate with you.  It just happened.  Perhaps it’s not the most manly-man song out there, but it’s a…

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true lies

September 24, 2007

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I wonder why some people are so embarrassed about revealing that they went to fat camp once upon a time. As if it’s something about which to even be ashamed. It’s says so much about our society and fears. It’s…

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caught?

September 20, 2007

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This didn’t happen, but I’ve imagined it.  How I’d react if I walked in while he was masturbating.  I was very careful with that last sentence, careful not to say, "what I’d do if I ever caught him masturbating," because…

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ringtones

September 19, 2007

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I have certain friends who had to have a razor phone because they loved the idea of being able to set real music as their ringtones.  When Alexandra’s phone would ring, she’d sing along for awhile before actually picking up…

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QA with a QT

September 17, 2007

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You know, you happen to be right.  I vent all over this thing, and then forget to follow up.  So bring on the questions.  I will attempt to answer them in a timely fashion (though if the Moose writing is…

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beans

September 14, 2007

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It’s a Friday, and you’re both asleep.  The three of us are in the media room in the dark.  Your father has converted the room into an obstacle course: an activity yard abuts a papasan swing, then an exer-saucer, a…

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