Posted by Karal in November 24th, 2009 |
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I’m single. Or, if you want to get picky with the terminology, divorced. The point is, right now I live alone, except for the beagles. And that means I sleep alone. Except for the beagles.
Yes, my dogs sleep in my bed. In their defense, they don’t know it’s mine. They think it’s ours. And I [...]
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Posted by Karal in November 13th, 2009 |
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I just came close to having a meltdown, but I cleaned the bathroom instead.
It’s 1:31pm on the second full day of the November Nor’Easter. The dogs and I just got back from a walk up the street to check the water levels, and the neighborhood is still basically cut off from the rest of the [...]
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Posted by Karal in November 11th, 2009 |
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The packing has begun in earnest. I’ve been at it for about 20 minutes and I’m already overwhelmed. I have this idea that all I want to take with me to LA is me, my dogs, my clothes and of course, the cameras and computer. But when I start going through the boxes that sat [...]
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Posted by Karal in November 7th, 2009 |
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I came home from work this evening to see a “for rent” sign posted in my yard.
It was a surreal feeling, and I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. It’s easy to dream, and make big plans, and get hyped and giddy fantasizing about the future. Yet, it was a little bit odd to [...]
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Posted by Karal in November 5th, 2009 |
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I’m known as a nice person in the neighborhood, but there are body parts strewn all over my house.
Chester Cheetah has been dismembered. One arm is under the sofa, another is in my bed. His leg is buried somewhere out in the yard. I picked his eyeballs from the living room carpet two nights ago. [...]
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Posted by Karal in November 3rd, 2009 |
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A guest post written by my friend, D.
Life is a picture. Whether a photo, or a painting, a sketch or a collage, each is a product of its own unique constitution and circumstance. While we generally have an idea of where it comes from, rarely can we fathom where it will come to. [...]
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Posted by Karal in November 1st, 2009 |
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Living Out Loud. ( v10). When I grow up.
When I was in elementary school I wanted badly to be an astronaut or an archeologist. By day I dug for fossils and dinosaur bones and at night I’d pull the telescope out under the stairs and aim it for the moon.
By the time I hit [...]
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Posted by Karal in November 1st, 2009 |
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Living Out Loud. ( v10). When I grow up. ~ by Kaylyn Pippin
I wanted to be happy. I used lots of things to try and make believe I was happy. In these ventures I didn’t succeed. I guess I didn’t really want to because I saw people who had many accomplishments and still were [...]
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Posted by Karal in November 1st, 2009 |
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Living Out Loud. ( v10). When I grow up. ~ by JBarbie
When I grow up I want to be a mommie. I want to experience the undeniable love of a child, to see pure innocence, and hear uncontrollable giggles. I want to watch my babies grow and learn, and go off to college and become doctors [...]
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