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Blog Flashback: REM (not the band, ugh)

I’m a wretched, awful blogger. I shan’t even look at the datestamp on my last entry, lest it depress me. In an attempt to revive my blogginess, I logged into my old Myspace account and started re-reading old blog entries from back in The Day. Some of them are quite entertaining (in my very modest … Continue reading »

Canadian Zombie Apocalypse

The Girl has been teasing me with sleep lately. I think she’s teething. She keeps waking up all fussy and uncomfortable, sometimes with a mild fever. Good times ahead. Last night, she finally slept all the way through till 4:30am. After a quick bottle, I tucked her back into her crib and crawled back into … Continue reading »

What is my brain thinking??

I’ve been getting alot of sleep lately. The Girl has finally come to the same conclusion as most sane folk, and realized that the wee hours of the morning are not meant to be witnessed by waking eyes. She’s slept the whole night through for three nights in a row. I don’t know what to … Continue reading »

I heard a fly buzz

It’s … kind of a big deal. That fly, though? He didn’t get the memo. He’s all buzz buzz oh wow look at the light buzz buzz. That fly couldn’t care less about grief or loss or whether or not the author’s soul is going to heaven or if the soul even exists at all. No. All that fly cares about is buzz buzz. Whatever that means. Continue reading »

Things I Imagine Against My Will

 A couple of other bloggers posted lists of the things they can’t help having pop into their heads, and I was inspired. Here goes!    - That I will be home alone, playing with my son, glance up, and see a strange man standing in the hallway.  - Sitting at home alone, feeling eyes watching … Continue reading »

Badass biker chick, sans bike. Also, boobs.

My dreams have been wicked vivid lately. Night before last, I dreamt that I had joined the Sons of Anarchy. Not as one of their “ol’ ladies”, but as a full-fledged member complete with my own awesome leather vest. I didn’t have a motorcycle, though. Apparently even my dream-self is wary of anything that will … Continue reading »

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