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Cars with dogs hanging out of the window
White fluffy snow
Naps. 4 hours. 45 minutes. All good.
Feeding my workmates: Banana bread. Cranberry garlic jelly atop goat cheese atop a cracker
The Mook’s ability to recognize Beatles songs, even when they are covers

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Last Thursday was one of those days.
The water in my building was scheduled to be turned off from 9 am to 5 pm. Routine maintenance, they say. I can’t help but wonder why they do this about once a month. And always on a day when I’ve planned to do laundry.
Miraculously, I managed to wake [...]

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May this year be kinder to me than the last.
Not so much resolutions for the year, but resolutions for moving forward:

Take care of my health – physical, mental and emotional. Stop putting off the search for a therapist. Stop eating so much damn ice cream. Do something about the self-esteem issues. Do something about the [...]

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Every so often, I want to do something on the weekend that does not revolve around The Mook.
I know. Crazy, right?
Saturday found us at Fantasy Fair for a birthday party. Now, I was a kid when that place was built and I have memories of my mum leaving me and my brother at this ‘ride‘ [...]

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This is The Former Mister’s response to my e-mailed inquiry as to whether we (me, him and The Mook) should get together on Christmas morning to open her gifts from Santa.

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We may want to talk about these times with the three of us.  I’m not finding it to be a healthy relationship.  We are seperated.  I don’t [...]

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Protected: Surrender

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I’ve been an ostrich. When I lost my job in early February, I knew that I had three months before I would lose the daycare subsidy that pays for 75% of the cost of The Mook’s daycare.
I figured that I would be working again in three months.
When that 3-month period ended, I figured that I [...]

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Three Little Words – Part I is over here.
There are things that are missing from Part I. His excuse for the drinking and then the telling me how horrible I was – that he could only talk to me and be brave enough when he was drunk.
His constant defense for all things he would do [...]

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Same Old

My mum has gone back to whence she came. It was somewhat useful to have her here, since she managed the process that was acquiring the N1H1 vaccination for The Mook.
(NB: My decision to have her vaccinated was based on her history of chronic respiratory infections every winter and the worry that if she had [...]

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Certainly nobody’s perfect, and most of us aren’t truly bad. It might be nice to put some of the energy we pour into our personal performance art toward working to improve the lives of moms who truly are considered bad by the wider world—moms who can’t feed their kids, moms in abusive relationships or with [...]

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