Tag Archives: personal

it’s just me.

I have certain characteristics… and a very particular set of skills…  No, seriously. Specific traits and abilities come to mind when I think of myself… and I imagine when others think of me, too. (Assuming anyone other than ‘me’ ever … Continue reading

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double tag.

I was recently tagged for the Mystery Blogger award by Lennon and Simon… two people I have the pleasure of calling my friends. Thank you both for thinking of me! I don’t usually do these things, but I ♥ my friends … Continue reading

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it’s a mystery.

I skipped out on blog awards a long time ago. I never followed the rules anyway. What a rebel. But since Vic is my friend and she mentioned me in her ‘Mystery Blogger Award‘ post, I thought I’d do it. Parts … Continue reading

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a few things.

I wanted to share a few things… none of which are vitally important… but Calvin told me to share anyway. I’m sorry about ‘secret admirer‘… again. Despite all of recent hellishness, I thought it would be ready sometime Friday as … Continue reading

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am I?

When I’m alone with this I want to call for you but it doesn’t matter how much you care or don’t you won’t know what to say and that’s not your fault I count on no one not even myself … Continue reading

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scared.

I am scared. I think my denial has gone too far but I’ve not been able to stop it or get out of it. Warning… colorful language ahead. I assume. I haven’t written this yet, but I already know. And … Continue reading

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spontaneous sunset.

I am a complex individual. (And that is a gross simplification of my disastrous brain.) But I do love that my kids have inherited some of me — the good things, anyway. (I guess there are a few…) But, of course, … Continue reading

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the 25th of August.

August is a difficult month. I dread it every year. First there’s the impending doom and then there’s the realization of said doom. And it’s all about today… August 25th. Dad. Today is my father’s birthday. After many months of conflicting … Continue reading

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