tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59938322011-08-01T08:56:27.079-04:00More Confessions of a Self-SaboteurTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12595026999757410223noreply@blogger.comBlogger9851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993832.post-1137689655659010692006-01-19T11:52:00.000-05:002006-01-19T11:54:40.380-05:00

Come visit me at my new blog! Can you believe it? Blogger has been very kind to me, but it was time for a change. So read more about it here. If all goes according to plan, I will be done with this part of my blogging life. Hopefully I will be heading into greener pastures. I am glad you have all been along with me on this journey, but please update your links and follow Meeeeeeeeeeee!

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Welp, that was easier than anticipated! Made a foray to WW (Down another 1.6lbs despite near constant ice cream eating yesterday and today, but I planned for that), and a side trip to the Thai restaurant for my first order of real food (tofu pad thai which was still a little too much for me to chew) and a trip to A's office to wait out as much of the power outtage as possible. Luckily the rumors

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We have been without phone, electricity, water and heat since 10am this morning. Rumor has it we will be without for possibly 3-4 days! What a terrible way to recuperate from surgery. In the dark. Good thing the PKs knock me out. If you need to reach us email is best--I can get it at Alex's office. I am going to Boston on Friday to do some work. If you are there and want to see me, call my celly!

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Alex and I just returned from returning some videos and a trip to Walmart for an air compressor. On the way home, a car flashed us in an area I know to be a regular cop/radar gun hang out. Alex slowed, but what it turned out to be was a small deer who had apparently been hit and was struggling to stand up to get out of the road. In all honesty, my inclination, though I was not driving, was to hit

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Ok. I am unashamed. The recovery viewing list:How to Draw a Bunny (a documentary about the artist Ray Johnson)Must Love Dogs (not very good, but I knew that before watching it)Smoke Signals (I remember when this was at the Latchis in Bratt and I wanted to see it, but didn't)Storytelling (looking forward to this one, uh-yut)The Human Stain (I hate Nicole Kidman, I have no idea why I chose this one

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Apart from the Marlon Brando look I am now sporting (I tell ya', it's gonna' be all the rage in naught six) I am doing alright. It only took about 22 minutes from start to finish and now I have four fat teeth in a ziplock bag for posterity. Of course, the first round of painkillers haven't completely worn off and I have been lying on the couch with ice and being nursed by my handsome husband with

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I just drank two tall glasses of iced water, brushed my teeth doubly well and used a flouride rinse. That'll be all I ingest from now until after my teeth have been yanked from my jaw. NPO after midnight and I keep thinking I am going to be parched although I have probably swallowed two gallons of water today. Anxious Peanut.

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I did a really stupid thing which was to look up wisdom tooth extraction horror stories on the internets and I nearly made myself vomit. I then made Alex come and lay with me on the bed while I proceeded to hurl myself into the depths of fear. I am this close to cancelling my appointment. I really want to, but I know I shouldn't. And I know in the long run I will be happy, but I am more scared

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WILLY scared. I can't believe someone is going to essentially yank bones out of my face tomorrow morning. I want to die. I mean, I DON'T want to die. I am so scared. I am a total wuse and I am scared. Did I mention I am afraid?I have 9 movies (7 movies for 7 days for $10) and two new releases we couldn't resist at buy one get one for 99 cents. I have cold mushy food. I ate pizza for dinner

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BLINGO!Ya'll should check out this new search engine. It's powered by Google so you get the same hits, which we all know is awesome, but the thing is, if you use BLINGO! you can win actual prizes (like movie tickets). Plus, only your first 10 searches of the day count so it's not like you get all hopped up on goofballs trying to win. Just use it like you would any search engine anyday on any

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For a gal who works part time, it is nice to finally have a day off after 6 busy ones. Snowy and freezing yesterday and as a result I was the only one working at the cafe which was kind of good because I got to keep all the tips. Slept in for the first time in days. Up at 9. Woke to a note from my eloquent man: Iggy ate @ shat already. I love Van Morrison. And I don't know how to spend so much

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Just got back from work. I love my new job. Sometimes risks pay off. I am still not making enough hours, but I am making decent money and today one of the other gals at work asked if I was willing to pick up shifts for her. I have been making it known that I want to work as many hours as possible, so this may pan out. Also, today I brought home 1/2 a dozen mini muffins, 18 assorted bagels, a

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12595026999757410223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993832.post-1137187053555311692006-01-13T16:13:00.000-05:002006-01-13T16:17:33.573-05:00

We went and looked at the place. We like it. Only a couple small concenrs (i.e. the brand new bed might not fit up the stairs--or at least the box spring. There IS a queen size box spring up there now, however, that we can use. Can we handle another move? It's bigger and has more character than our place now. Wood floors and ceilings.Oh man. What to do...Library Acquisitions:More Like Not Running

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I just got my friend Siebren's book in the mail. Two things: It comes with a DVD and it rocks. Go click his link in the sidebar. The link is called Siebren Versteeg. Here is his book.In other news, finished at the frame shop yesterday. That was good and I spent the day missing my old life. Luckily, just before I left, my old boss (not Rob) treated me like I ws an idiot and I remembered one of

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Well, I did it. I woke up. Off to work in about 40 minutes. When many of you are just waking up, I will be finishing my day. Not bad. Of course, I DID have to go to be by 9:15 last night. Something is usually totally unheard of in my world. Won't have to be at work as early tomorrow or Saturday. I can sleep in until the luxurious hours of 5:45 and 6:45. But a gal can get used to being home before

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Good mornin', Good mornin', Good mornin'....When I was in high school, many mornings, the ones in which I chose to actually wake up and go to school, I would hear that Beatles song on the shower radio. Last night, Alex played geeetar while we both sang. Tried a lil' Eddy Arnold, but then switched to the Beatles repatoire since we blew it off the other night in favor of Cash and Nelson and a few

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I am scheduled to have my wisdom teeth extracted next week. Of course, with this comes the news of the job at the cafe/bakery, and then two phone calls. One asking for my help at the massage studio in Newton, MA where I used to work, one asking for help at the frame shop in New Haven! These are all good developments (less the actual tooth extraction, though I am looking forward to when that is

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While bipping around on craigslist, I came upon a job opening in Waltham, MA whose title was "Housekeeper."Go here and be kind of interested. Parties???Then, go here and be stupefied. (Particularly look at the About James section.)Someone, who, when bored does something about it I guess, huh? Someone who knows what he wants. I want to not like this person, but I can't help but instead think, "

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I got a job! On a Sunday! (Well, I applied for it on Friday, but still...) It's part time, but still 15-20hrs/week.I'll be working at a Bakery/Cafe as a waitress! According to the owner, I should even be making equal or more money/hour than I was at my last CRUMMY job. It's much closer than the last place and it's cute. Plus, it's only open until 3pm so I SHOULD be able to get most my hours in by

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Having an all-of-a-sudden last minute gathering of about oh, 6-10 or so people (I don't have an actual number) tomorrow. After a crazy back-and-forth email planning process with the ol' pals from the New Haven Writers Club and some other significants it seems we will have a full house. Crazy the way of communication these days. I am excited and nervous. We haven't had more than two people over at

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Did I ever show you a picture of the first painting I have ever done? I would like to think I haven't because it's so gross and bad and makes me feel queasy, but I also like to look at it until I almost barf a lil' bit, in my mouth. I also don't feel like I can destroy it since it is the VERY FIRST PAINTING I HAVE EVER DONE.So here it is, a little blurry from camera shake and at a bit of a

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4 hours of sleep and I decided I needed a new outlook. I left the house! We headed to H-Town where everything was closed per usual on Saturday or Sunday at 3pm. So we pined over some sunny looking apartments (we are talking about getting bigger sunnier digs in h-town so I can at least ride my bike to the co-op) and went to the Brew Pub where we not so great food and and IPA that was too bitter

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Just to get those creepy bloodshot eyes to move down and eventually OFF the page. I have now had three hours of sleep. My belly is not happy, but I am feeling surprisingly optimistic. Go figger.

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Welcome to my decline, interweb.

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It's 5 in the morning and I have yet to go to bed. Maybe it's that I don't have a job. Maybe it's the lack of friends. But sometimes I look around me at all my silly possessions (more than half of which should be purged), and all my half-attempts to be creative, to be a writer, a photographer, a crafter...and I feel like complete hack. A tool. Not interesting in the least. Like a failure. Like

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Has there ever been a Tricia who wasn't a cheerleader or a contemporary country musician or a president's daughter?

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That something's got to happen. It just has t. Or else, this all wouldn't be happening, right? Something has got to give. Some great big hole, some great big eye is going to open up in the sky. And I can only hope I understand.

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I used to be a poet. And now I am not a poet. At least, I don't think I am. I have been thinking a lot about poetry lately. I have been thinking about writing it. In the stacks at the library I have a surge, a flash of something like light or hope that courses through me so quickly and infantesimally before flickering out. I look at the bindings in the poetry section. The titles familiar--The

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Because I LOVE it!!Thanks to the The Willimantic Food Co-op I found this AWESOME story about Organic Store Wars

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So I am on page 5 of Jonathan Safran Foer's novel Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. I read Everything is Illuminated and though I knew that too to be an excellent book, I wanted (oh how childishly, I wanted) to hate this book. You know how it is--you want to hate the young literate phenom because you are not him. And why do we do this? Shouldn't I applaud him outright for the mere fact that he

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Because it feels like I have new ideas only to discover it's all been down before. Even the idea of it having been done before has been done before. Ad infinitum.And now what?

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1. I really love country music. Not contemprary country, but COUNTry.2. I want to write a story about a couple (older-ish, liberal-minded) who co-host a weekly radio program on college radio.3. I just got back from the gym. Woo-hoo! It didn't happen BEFORE work...well, I"ll get to THAT, but it did happen. 30 minutes on the elliptical and a meeting with a personal trainer scheduled. (The free one

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12595026999757410223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993832.post-1136482149020697382006-01-05T12:22:00.000-05:002006-01-05T12:29:09.033-05:00

The lyrics of this Greg Brown song are striking me today. I never paid REAL attention to this song before. The sound of his voice and his words remind me how I want to live. I imagine myself in Vermont or somewhere equally, I don't know, REAL, drinking tea and whiskey and smelling woodsmoke.Down by the river junior year walking with my girl, and we came upon a place there in the tall grass where

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1. I have not complained once today while Alex graded homework (for like, 5 hours).2. I re-joined weight watchers and laughed at all the right places.3. I solemnly promised that if my lungs are not enflamed I will go to the gym tomorrow BEFORE work.4. I did not cry when the very cute stray puppy we were thinking about adopting found it just comfortable enough in the foster home where he is at

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12595026999757410223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993832.post-1136423808292526582006-01-04T20:14:00.000-05:002006-01-04T20:16:48.306-05:00

I still feel crappy. My lungs hurt. I might have gotten a job as a custodian for a movie theatre. What do you think of that? I don't know if I will get it yet, but it seemed like a possibility. What am I doing with my life? I mean, it's closer and all, but...meh...I don't know. We'll see. Nothing says life experience like scrapping gum (and other substances) off the bottom of a movie seat.

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It's a wonder what a hot shower can do for your soul. Not to mention your self-esteem.After soaking for a bit and filling my belly with a Zero and some left over curry (mostly pineapples and bamboo shoots over rice with red curry and coconut sauce and maybe two peices of red pepper) I actually feel somewhat capable to go out among the living.I haven't totally decided what to do about work yet.

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I am getting in the shower. And leaving the house.Pause for applause and the offering of a cupcake.

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Whoa. I am as out of it. I took NyQuil last night because I have been feeling like crap and among other symptoms like crazy dreams I woke up at one point so drenched in a night sweat I thought I peed the bed. I slept from about 11pm until almost 11am and I feel like a ghost of my former self. Which isn't good. No. I am supposed ot kick off this new year with all these new positive acts and a

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Snow day. Or rather, ice day. Couldn't hand-deliver my application because the school was closed. I hope they take that into consideration when thinking about the deadline and that I have now missed it.I am still sick. My eardrums feel exposed and my throat keeps closing.I haven't showered in two (going on three) days. I feel absolutely disgusting and the water won't come on more than a

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I am beginning to feel like the little engine that couldn't.

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I wouldn't have even left work yet, not to mention the hour drive home. I need a more regular schedule and preferably one that more closely matches my husband's and leaves time for luxurious (read: copious amounts of) dvd watching. We caught up on the entirety of the first disc of House and let me tell you "Hello, Dr. Laurie!"I also got to spend some me time. I slathered my face with the Lemon

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Here is a picture of our little garden above our kitchen sink because it is blooming and growing and when I look at it, it gives me hope.If you look closely there are two little birds on the shelf.The basil is from our wedding.That pink flowered one is from a plant my sister gave me when I first moved back to CT. When she gave it to me it was near dead and I managed to almost COMPLETELY kill it.

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Alex and I are about to bring in the new year with a pizza (with gorg and red peps) and a bottle of champ.Hope it is a happy for ya'll!Back to the gym and the fat burn on Monday.Yippy ki yi yay!

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Because by it, I got the application together in time for the deadline and will be hand-delivering it after the holiday.Phew!In other news, I learned how to do all of the following on the way home from work on this fine blustery snowy evening"The DogThe MonkeyThe PopcornThe Funky ChickenThe DuckandThe Barracuda

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Two days off! I am going to organize my life and my home as much as possible in the next couple days. (And maybe get cracking on a bedspread and a quilt.) And hell, for good measure, I might go to the Yarn Barn and pick out some new yarn for the projects I have cooking.I totally forgot to show you my favortie picture of the scarves:And, here, is an obligitory thank goodness Christmas is over shot

Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12595026999757410223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5993832.post-1135617304311421702005-12-26T12:07:00.000-05:002005-12-26T12:15:04.326-05:00

I apologize for the list-tone of that last boring post. Here, my dears, is what I have been working on:My very fist scarf!I model:and then Alex models:That one went to my pappy.And now in the order of creation...This one went to nobody and it sits in my completed projects bag. I might try to get enough ompleted things together by summer to seel at a craft fair.This next one went to my sister Liz.

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Oh me.Woke up this morning with the post-Christmas blues. So much running last week, and now I feel petered out and pointless. When I was a kid I always thought when I grew up I would keep the Christmas tree up all winter, but I am already thinking of ways for easy deconstruction. It was a good one though, still going fairly strong and it's been up since Thanksgiving.So here's a late Happy

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Well, we made it through the shortest day of the year. Happy solstice to all my pagan prepsters!I've got three days off this week! Woo-hoo! Of course, one was on Tuesday and the other two are thursday and Friday, but hell! Rock on.Anyway. Went down to The Haven yesterday, saw some friends, drank a couple pitchers, bipped around. Home by eleven...can you believe it?? And it was a really full and

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I don't know what it is, but I am feeling overwhelmingly sad this evening. I shouldn't be. We went down south and visited with family today and then went out with friends we haven't seen in awhile. Friends from New Haven and older friends from college who were in town for the holidays. That was all fun. But I think it's work. Just listening back on myself talking with people telling them over and

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I feel like I am always the acorn. The tree blooms and reaches the sun, and the acorn rolls around all day on the ground. Sure! An acorn is cute! But it's underdeveloped.I don't think I have a high enough GPA to get into grad school. I am .032 below what they are looking for. I know that sounds like a small margin, but this program only accepts 15 people a year! I am trying to jutify it. I DO

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So, it happened. I finally got kicked (3-5x), punched (1x), scratched (repeatedly, but I only have two small scratches to show for it), screamed and spit at, and it was by three different people.But that was two days ago.Today I am going to Boston.:)

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Ok. So I have 3 transcript requests out and 8 asks for recommendations. I was surprised myself that I came up with 8 people...and that doesn't include employers! We'll see. Strange to think that my whole life can be altered if I either get or don't get these things in...and of course if I do or do not get accepted. Could be a pivotal time, folks...of course, it could also be another in a long

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My tongue hurts. I have this prescription mouthwash to help with the pain from my swollen gums near my wisdom teeth and it burns the tip of my tongue. It also makes my food taste funny. Or, not taste, sometimes. I accidentally swallowed some. I was just swishing it around like a good doobie, and gulp! oops. I hope it doesn't make me feel sick because I already feel kinda' woozy. I sprayed this

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And not in that "I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a fighter, I'm a mother" sorta' way. I am unhappy. Typically, that translates into bitchiness.Why am I revealing such an unsavory tidbit about myself?Because I know I need to get over it. I feel like an ass. I hate my current lot in life, so I take it out on my husband. And he's a doll, does little dances for me when I am down, cooks yummy-smelling

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My father and stepmother came over today for an hour or so before I left for work. I believe it was the first time my father (and stepmother, of course) have ever been to one of my apartments. Wait! No! That's right, they briefly stopped into my apartment in Westville, but just to use the bathroom. Today they came over for an actual visit. Complete with Subway sandwiches (provided by them, and a

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Snow day from work. But I didn't find out until I tried to go and couldn't see 10 feet in front of my car. So I called my supervisor and said "uh..." and they let me wait it out until it was too late to bother coming in. A had a day too. Thank god because a of shit is going down there (firing people who were going to take my holiday days so I could have SOME SEMBLANCE of a holiday this year, not

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The conclusion I have come to. The miraculous trick up my sleave. Is that I have to stop caring. I have to accept my life. Live it. And stop always trying to find something better. This is where I am. The way I figure, I must deserve it.

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Today is my Monday. I should be happy that I got out of town the last two days. Tuesday to northampton with my sister and Alex, yesterday to Malltown. But then, who can really be happy about Malltown? I didn't even get anything done. I was supposed to be Christmas shopping.I bought some fabrics for my first quilt which I will attempt soon. I got a sewing machine with my winnings from the random

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Tonight on the side of the road a red fox frolicked in the snow. In my front yard for the first time, I saw deer. Of course there was that dead deer in the back yard, but Alex and I have always wondered when they would come to visit us in the front. I am surprised it took so long as we have pear and apple trees in the front yard, but tonight was the first I have seen them.Maybe I am going out on

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About maybe trying to find work in Boston or New Haven. It would get me away from here 5 days a week, and while it's a trek to both those places, I know people so I could most-likely crash at their places if I needed to on the nights I work.I really don't like it here. I feel stuck. My job is too many things that rhyme with rad but aren't to discuss on here. I already drice about an hour to work

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The following is a partially edited (to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent) email I sent to my friend Nancy who just found me by way of this blog. I am sharing it with you here because I seem to have touched on a lot of things I have meant by all my complaining, whining, enthusing, on here. Please forgive me, Nancy, for sharing it with the internets. It was you who brought it out for me

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Do you have yours?

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I swear, sometimes it's like I am in a contest with myself for who can stay up the ridiculously latest! I just feel like there is not enough in life, so I try to do as much as possible and I tend to dream big at night. I crocheted from about 9 to midnight, then I simply had to do some research on yarn and patterns online. I am finally pushing myself past the most simple and taking forays into

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I have been ready for the winter. But we keep getting warm days. We get by. We tell ourselves one more time. The cold days are a surprise. We wake up shocked and adapt to snowstorms or sun. I have been longing for Vermont. Longing for community. Longing for lackadaisical days stretched on blanket in someone's yard. For midnight sled rides in the hills.Alex passed his exam. Of Course and Hurrah!

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The night before ast I dreamt that I had won a trick mouse at a carnival that would hide in people's teacups underneath the tea holding it's breath and then POP out right when someone was about to take a sip and say "Hi!" in a really high pitched mouse voice.Last night I had a dream that there was this dorm in college that I never really explored while there. When I went in, I decided to go look

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Well, getting the fillings wasn't as bad as I was sure it would be, though nor was it a walk through the daisies either! What a horrendous profession dentistry must be. I mean, you can feel all those flecks of spittal and bone on your own face...they must feel the same! My life is a veritable appointment book full of dentist appointments for the next several months. Yesterday's x-rays and exams,

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I have been under the weather all day. Maybe a consequence of all that working and bad news at the dentist. And the grey, I suppose. It could be the grey. It's windy and raining out. Around 7, after being wrapped in a blanket all evening, I strolled into the bedroom where Alex was playing banjo and promptly curled up on the bed next to him and fell asleep until 9:30. What do I even bother writing

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I love Anginetti cookies. My dog loves whipped creme. I love whipped creme on my Anginetti cookies. Thus, my dog comes jangling whenever he ears me shake the can and the tell-tale woosh of creme hitting cookie. He knows, that like Anginetti cookies, I also love him. He knows that that woosh means a dallop on the cookie, a dallop on the floor for him to lick off with glee.

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That's what they call me.The truth is. I haven't been to the dentist since some year around 1993. That's my best guesstimate. Today, for the first time in over a decade I sat in one of those chairs and had someone inches away from me with their fingers in my mouth. (Let me say, women (or small men) make better dentists. Smaller hands!) After MANY years of being dental insurance-less, I finally

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Christmas lights have suddenly sprouted up everywhere over night. I guess they are the flowers of the season. The corner store and the church at the end of our street are bedazzled, the church's yard sports a towering tree in big-bulbed glory. I used to hate those big colored bulbs when I was a kid, preferring the small and twinkly version, but every year my father put one big-bulbed strand

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Well, this is it. I almost feel like I should sing a little song or something. I go into work at 9 today, and come midnight, I will FINALLY have two days off!! YAY! I am sure you are all jumping for joy for me. It's funny too, because I am hoping that I will spend my days off having and recovering from my teeth pulled.Iget so jealous of A's time off. For instance, he had the ENTIRE week off last

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I worked a lot on my scarf tonight at work. That's one good thing about my job, knitting time. Came home with some holiday decorations that a co-worker was tryig to get rid of in an attempt to rid himself of the memory of a broken engagement and finished off the tree. Lit some of the holiday holly candles he gave me and polished off a tall glass of merlot. It's beginning to look a lot like winter

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I've more or less made it through my month of hell at work. I've learned all about enemas and anti-psychotic drugs and have a test to pass on December 16th so I can get my med cert, but after that things should be a little less hectic--at work anyway.A and I took a trip up to New Hampshire on Tuesday night. I had to work during the day on T-giving, so I had to make the trip home early, but it was

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Last night on my way home from the DMV in Norwich I was driving along through the stix when all of a sudden to my right I saw a beautiful ice castle that was 10 stories into the sky. Being that I could smell the foul stench of the mushroom farm in the distance and that I had passed little more than cows and the like I thought it was a mirage. I was wrong. It was Mohegan Suns Casino! I had $10 in

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Things are going nuts at work. Found out today my boss, the lead supervisor at the house where I work was demoted and moved to another house (for reasons I cannot discuss here). This is unfortunate for a number of reasons. 1. I really like him. 2. Our clients really like him and this is HUGE. He has been in that house for 5 years and is instrumental in the staff staying relatively consistent and

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T just went into bed. A has no doubt been long asleep. When T went in, she checked the alarm clock was set for a time that would wake her and she must have made a noise that jarred A in his sleep. He gasped a teeny gasp and brought his hands up, as if in prayer, over his mouth, his fingertips touching his nose. T touched him lightly on the arm to make sure he was ok. This is what followed:T: Boo?

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Well, I just don't see making it afterall. Does that make you feel better in some peverse way? There's no way I am going to get that nanowrimo thing done, and it's not from laziness, well, not totally. This was kist a bad month for it, I think. I know that sounds like and excuse. But seriously. I am about to leave for work and I won't be back home until midnight. That's 9am to 12am. A long day

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We jut watched Ingmar Bergman's "Scenes From a Marriage." While watching the film, I said to my husband of less than three months, "This movie was not meant for newlyweds." When it was over I said to him, "Boo, that movie was like life. Incredibly moving, but long and boring." He replied, "And in Swedish."

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7 things you plan to do before you die:-write a book, no really.-have a healthy & happy & active family-go to Vietnam, South America, and Europe-build a house with a little studio in the backyard that is heated by woodstove-work for myself, my own company, my own boss-play with a monkey-sing on stage, learn to paint, learn to knit, learn to sew etc...7 things you can do:-i can write fairly

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Need I say more???

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It's freakin' hard to keep up with writing a novel everyday. No shit, sherlock! I mean, with working FT, and going to training for work 2 out of 7 days and then the whole headache scare that had me and my hubby running to the hospital for a CAT Scan (He's ok as far as we know, thank whoever will stand in and take credit for my husband being ok), and of course there was waiting at the neurology

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I am surrounded by so many stories I can hardly keep them straight. But I think it is helping. I drive and hour too and from work and I have begun listening to books on tape during my commute. Currently I am listening to The Center of Everything by Laurie Moriarty. I am also reading The Missing Person by Alix Olin, which is a first novel and has a bit of that earnestness to it, but I am starting

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I am up to like, four thousand words. rawk!

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Before you yell at me for being cruel to animals thisis not a penis on Iggy's head. No. No way. He is a beautiful Unicorn. It is what he most wanted to be for Halloween. So that's what he went as because we are good dog owners and like to do what makes our dog happy.(o.k, so I didn't get the costume until the day after Halloween when it was in the bargain bin for two fitty, but give a workin' gal

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I don't know if you noticed but I started a new Blogroll...check it out over there under my archives...some good shiza to keep you busy...it keeps me busy...sometimes TOO busy.

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I don't think you will be seeing much of me this month. I hope you will understand. I am taking this NaNoWriMo thing seriously. (Even saying that makes me feel like I am setting myself up for failure!!) But I HAVE to do it...who knows what will come of it...but I need to set out to do something and effin' DO it for a change. I started last night (after midnight) and wrote about 500 words which I

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My mother puts on pink lipstick. She is looking into a green compact and putting on bright pink lipstick. It is 1986 and she is not what you would call feminine, but when we go into places, she puts on lipstick and cakes powder that is either too light or too dark—but usually too light—for her skin over her nose and chin. Outside the doctor’s office or the post office, Waldbaum’s or the pharmacy

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I can't sleep. At 10:15, watching Arthur (don't ask) it took everything in me to keep my eyes open, so I crawl into bed. The world is peaceful, the sheets cool and soft. But when the movie ends and Alex comes to bed, I am jarred awake, it seems never to return again. This is not Alex's fault. It is my fucked up schedule. Last night up until 5:30 looking at stupid shit on the internet. Now, in bed

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The trees are like life against the gessoed sky. In particular, I like the yellow trees. Alex and I have been have yurt and dome and yome fantasies. But interspersed with my fantasies of country life (any country but this one...what IS it about here that feels so lifeless?? I have lived in the country and flourished...as dippy as it makes me sound...I think it's an energy thing), I have had

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by Mayor of CT, I meant Mayor of New Haven. Tee Hee.

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A and I went to The Have this weekend for my sister's opening and my friend Paul's art show. Unfortunately Liz and her Light & Sweet Productions which is working on a film called Milford, America 06460 are getting kicked out of their warehouse. Especially too bad because it is starting to look SWEET (no pun intended). Here it is before events really got underway:It was also Paul's birthday. The

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That title is the noise of my work night. It's more of a constant moan than a scream. And it's not my own.My husband is going to a seminar and subsequently dinner with a famous logician tonight. Me, I am going to work where I will shower 6 grown men, feed them dinner somehow despite a broken stove and pray they don't freak out and beat me up. And I came to The Quiet Corner, why?????Ah, right...

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Last night was a difficult night at work. Sundays I work with I guy (staff) who I ONLY see on Sundays. We do not yet know how to work together. He is a fine guy, funny, nice enough. It's just I am not entirely comfortable in the house yet, period. Let alone with he and I not communicating well. And I am not talkin about employee to employee banter...but important stuff like "are you gonna' notice

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I am eating broc and blue. Then I am going to work, then my husband is coming to meet me, then we are going to my seester's film showing in The Have of the West (woo-hoo! An Excape!)...you should go if you are in the vicinity. Afterall, we will be there, and thanks to this broc, I will prolly be farty. Farty party! Why would you wanna' miss it?

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This is what we do almost everyday:So thank god for country charm (or squash charmers as it were):

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Some things that make me happy or content (with no apologies for those that are obviously anal and "straight"):when the dishes are clean and the counters wiped offhanging clothes on the line and crisp towelsbrocolli and blue cheeseeating wellfriendly competitionwhen the clients at work smile and get excitedreading and writingthe libraryearly morning drives to work with NPRbiscuitsblue jeansold

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1. I got my CPR and First Aid Certification.(You'll either believe this or you won't, but I went to the bathroom and when I found these in the tub I went back out to the classroom, got my purse as though I were having "female troubles" and went back into the bathroom to take a picture. For you. No really, I did it for you.)2. There is a school near where I work called Jack Jackter Elementary.3.

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There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately no one knows what they are.--Somerset MaughamThough, I would have to say there is one rule anyway. Write!

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