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Archive for July, 2009

No Means No

Posted in The Mook, solo parenting on 07.29.2009 | 2 Comments »

I am still struggling with The Mook not listening. Well, she listens in the moment. But nothing sinks in. There is part of me who wants to tape mittens to her hands and then tape her hands together if it means she will stop grabbing at her crotch in public and stop playing with herself [...]

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raar

Posted in divorce, family matters, fuck all, putting the FUN in dysfunctional on 07.25.2009 | 1 Comment »

Screw it. Sometimes I cannot find the Grace. My bro will likely end up legally divorced well before I do. And I really wish I could kick the ass of his former wife. All the way back to Cuba. This weather is shitty. Shitty, shitty, shitty. Torrential rain today. And yesterday. And nothing near what [...]

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Quick Update

Posted in The Former Mister, The Mook, The Season of Sleeping Alone, cheap-ass crafts, dating, divorce, friends, more happy pills please, on the road, sex, solo parenting, work or lack thereof on 07.22.2009 | 2 Comments »

I am still waiting to hear about the job. The interview went really, really well. I feel fairly confident. Until I think about it too much. — We survived camping. While I’ll never feel the need to sit around and talk about the acquisition of stuff (cars, bigger and better camping equipment, all the crap [...]

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Grace in Small Things

Posted in Grace in Small Things on 07.21.2009 | Leave a Comment »

A 50% off sale at Goodwill Holding baby Bailey Critter acknowledging that he can sometimes be an irresponsible and lazy pain in the ass my copy of Sew What! Bags: 18 Pattern-Free Projects You Can Customize to Fit Your Needs by Lexie Barnes some closure for the family of Tori Stafford

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Panic. Stress. Panic. Stress.

Posted in ShitFuckShit, The Mook, friends, more happy pills please, on the road, solo parenting, work or lack thereof on 07.15.2009 | 4 Comments »

We are going camping this weekend. With the group I call the High Park Mummies. We all met when we were pregnant and a handful of us from our pre-natal aquafit class have stayed friends. (Some other time I will go into the fact that I feel like the token single-and-living-in-poverty mum of the group. [...]

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Grace in Small Things

Posted in Grace in Small Things on 07.11.2009 | Leave a Comment »

Clean laundry A stack of completed embroidery projects Wee cucumbers and tomatoes and zucchinis in the garden A little less fear of my sewing machine A dear friend who called me foxy and meant it

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Word-full Wednesday

Posted in blogging on 07.09.2009 | 1 Comment »

My balcony faces west. The tops of the trees in High Park. The smattering of buildings at High Park Ave and Bloor St W. Missing from the photo – the lake. The boats. I can see lines of traffic on the highway, along the lake. Streetcar barns. Neighbourhood kids playing futball in our green space. [...]

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Food Inc.

Posted in fuck all on 07.06.2009 | 8 Comments »

For the first time in a long time, I saw a movie in a theatre. That wasn’t animated. Without a kidlet in tow. (I need not mention that I was on a date. With a man who – it would seem – had not brushed his teeth in the last decade.) Food, Inc. exposes America’s [...]

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This is My Cry for Help

Posted in ShitFuckShit, The Former Mister, The Mook, blogging, divorce, more happy pills please, solo parenting, work or lack thereof on 07.03.2009 | 8 Comments »

Alright… I know I’m not the only one. I’m not the only one who is out of work and has been for some time. I’m not the only one who struggles with depression and its affect on self-esteem and self-worth. I’m not the only one who is a single parent. I’m not the only one [...]

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Nag. Nag. Repeat.

Posted in The Mook, solo parenting on 07.02.2009 | 2 Comments »

I hate repeating myself. The Mook has two ears. Two perfectly fine ears. But too often I find myself thinking of one of my mum’s favorite phrases… “If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times…” She grabs her crotch. She chews on her fingernails. After six months of toilet usage, still needs [...]

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