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Please find that I've moved to: Sugared Harpy dot com

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Friends,I know I said I loved TypePad. And during my ever so brief fling with the trial, I liked it all right but the more I played around with it the more I felt the loss of control.After some searching and playing and cursing, I'm pleased to announce:I've found my new lover.I'm moving to www.sugaredharpy.com permanently.To hear all about what platform I'm using and my host, you can read all

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Turns out Typepad has its limits, but WordPress? Ah, she is free and beautiful and limitless.Check her out Here.

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I orgasmed this: Sugared Harpy.Like a newly broken virgin on her prom night, I've fallen in love. That masthead picture, with the trees? That's part of a picture I took of a gorgeous, but mangled tree at Mike's family farm. HOW COOL IS THAT? Typepad is soooo much easier than Blogger to use and modify without knowing html codes. Also, my god, it's beautiful. I still have some things I need to work

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Friends, in a vodka punch-inspired decision, I have changed the blog to Sugared Harpy.Based on the drunken opinions of the Penny Candy ladies and the man I smooch most often, I went with it. I think the new name is a better fit and sounds much, much less like a Cheryl-ism (which tends to involve fancy geneological rants, princess crowns, and witches).Also, I'm going to be testing out a Typepad

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In the great search for a new name for this blog, I'd like to put another name to the vote. Someday, I swear I will stop and get on with it already.What do you all think of "Sugared Harpy"?I like it. I think it's a fairly good description of me since I tend to be this sugary-sweet person with a biting, snarky attitude.From Dictionary.com (with whom I make out with several times a day in a

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Currently being held for ransom at the Evening Star household:1 (one) 9 x 13 pan1 (one) plastic lidThese items will be held until all demands, especially those involving gin, are met.Be warned! The brownies did not survive the first night in captivity.

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Thank you, Mike.

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People, I try very, very hard to figure out a certain woman in my life. Underneath she's fabulous and strong and wonderful. However, on top of that sits the judgmental, bitter, control-freak victim I must deal with all the time.With the knowledge that Mike and I are going to try to conceive in - hmmm....let me check my ticker - one year, two months, three weeks, and one day, I sometimes try to

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Behold, another ticker.

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Happy Birthday to you,Happy Birthday to you,Happy Birthday dear Lindy, my little baby sister who smells like wet feet and laughs out loud at my sad jokes and makes everyone near and dear to her smile like a new sun after a hard winter and loves little baby kittens and would never ever hurt a damn soul even when she really really should and who I love more than anything and who I would never ever

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I loves me some Lilypie.com; ergo, I've changed my psycho baby ticker. NB: I can't wait until you all are subjected to my menstrual/ovulation cycle, complete with little bumblebees and butterflies. Under no fucking circumstances will the phrase, "baby dust," be deemed acceptable. Also, I will refuse to listen to anyone who tells me I'll conceive if only I could just "relax."

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Reminded:I adore the Addams Family. I love the original cartoon and show as much as I love the remakes. Whatever, I like the remakes better. Deliciously darker.Additionally, I want to be part Morticia, part Wednesday when I grow up.

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As we all know, I adore my work. My work, here, in St. Louis. But I need to go somewhere soon.I don't care if any of you come with me, I'm happy traveling alone. I just need that change of pace every so often and my travel bug competes with my bejesus for top billing. Right now, the travel bug is winning. I need to go somewhere for my own sanity and for the safekeeping of those around me. I

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I tried, people. I tried to change the look of the site. I like this one, but color is nice sometimes. It was a nice blue, too. Maybe a little too springy blue, but a change from glaring white.But, I just couldn't figure out how to add in all my sidebar shit (that yes, I should really think about paring down) into the new design. I've tried to change the title of the blog and failed. I

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There is this new commercial running in town for a local Assembly of God. It opens with a life-insurance-y looking scene. The booming voice comes in,"This man will die in twelve minutes."It goes on to show his lovely family. His lovely African American family (although I know this church is a whitey, white church, but hey, I guess good effort). They show the doomed man's kids, his gorgeous wife,

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Thank you ladies for a fun Saturday night! Even as the dutiful driver of the party minivan, you people crack my shit up.Also, that is the last I want to hear of butt sex and Lindy. The last of it, I tell you.

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Toile.Bois.Bois.Toile.Bois.Toile.Toile.Toile.Toile.Bois.Toile.Bois.Bois.Bois.Toile. Bois.Toile.Toile. Bois.Ardoise!!!!(Summary: finding a new painting for my project after looking through countless catalogues. Priceless.)

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If that line is ever in a post, you have too much money. Period.Oh, you'd like some context?I recently found this other blog, the blog of a woman who wanted something exciting in her life, something new. She called it, Baby. So, she went out to China and got one. I am positive she loves this Baby, but I wonder if it's like a big dress up dolly pet to her instead of a daughter. Baby only wears

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I have made a new contact whose first name is that of a Mexican food. I can't laugh at this, as this is actually an important person in the museum world, and I am a peon who hopes to visit their place someday and pray for their continued assistance in my project. And this person is so nice and accomodating, that I just can't laugh at this name.But I giggle, oh I giggle, sometimes out loud in

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My friend Christine, sometimes known as Maisy, has joined our ranks as a blogger. Check out her fabulousness at Mama Drama, HERE.

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I wish I were selling out, but really, I'm just making a lame attempt. You may have noticed I've put ads up on the site. Small, text-only ads that don't scream at my readers, okay reader, and don't scare the bejesus out of me. Because, we all know the way my bejesus behaves when he's out.Enjoy, click on zee ads and buy zee tings. It makes my bejesus happy.

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Dear Lovely Student,I understand that you love Jesus. Honey, we all love Jesus. Jesus is swell. Jesus is my homeboy copilot life partner, too.However, when your lovely professor asks for a formal analysis paper of an artwork, please do not hand in a three-page manifesto on your undying love for Jesus. Sincerely,Your lovely professor

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Observations from today:1) My credit card resting on the passenger seat of my car, exposed and alone, after being parked in the street nearish our crazy neighbors house.2) Said crazy neighbors are ahem, ready for Halloween. I will have pictures of this phenomena, as soon as any damn one of them is not in their front yard hollering at their children where they may see me taking yet another round

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I'm in the process of writing a new post, but it's taking me longer than anticipated, what with the revising and all. In the meantime, watch me impress you with my memorization skillz:The Missouri Highway Patrol Emergency Line is:1-800-525-5555.

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Tonight, my friend Cindy got married. Yes, there really was a children's choir. Her (Indian children) wedding dress was gorgeous. The two of them were beautiful.Congratulations, both of you. You are very loved.*Image stolen from the wedding's website. Yes, there was a website.

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As we all know, I'm the part-time job queen. When Mike and I made the decision that I would start college, I never wished for a part time job. I wished for a good paying job, with the standard 40 hours a week and benefits to boot. I wished for a job in which I could see the shining path of promotion. I wished for a job that gave me a cube, perhaps an office. I thought my happiness would take

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I know you all love Downy Wrinkle Releaser, yes? Yesssss. I know you all know it costs an arm and a leg, yes? Yes. Since it graced our home (read: since our sick, twisted addiction began), we've always suspected that it worked simply because it was wet. But it dried quickly and we didn't have to iron anything. And, anything involving water or the dryer doesn't help much in a pinch.Guess what

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The slumber party ended with one child NEVER allowed to return. The predator/kid kept punching Brett in the balls. It was a night and morning full of random acts of ball-crunching. I actually saw him do it the last time (the last time because of the screaming at the child that is not mine). Brett was just passing Predator/Kid in the hallway when an arm jumped out and slammed a fist into my

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Daniel is having a slumber party RIGHT NOW. If you see a dazed woman walking around your street with a nearly empty glass of wine, for the love of all that is holy, refill her glass.

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I'm actually losing weight. I know, what the fuck? A few weeks ago, I convinced the husband that oh yes darling, we are fat. Not only are we fat, we are way fat and we feel like dogshit about 99% of the time.As I've said before, I wanted to go back to my previous life as a vegetarian. This time though, I'm armed with a knowledge of herbs and spices and the fact that a diet of bread, fat, and

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Once upon a time, I was a non-pregnant high schooler. I had non-pregnant high schooler friends, for a while. One of those was my friend, Amy. More than once we were dubed "twins," due to a somewhat similar look (brown hair and eyes, va va voom body with a little waist and good hips with big boobs, ah the days...), similar interests, and our close friendship. Yes, the twin thing got more than a

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Yesterday, my ex didn't pick up the boys from school. He gets them every other weekend and instead of me picking them up, driving the 1/4 mile to my house only to transfer them from my car to his car in my driveway, we decided a while ago that he should just pick them up from school. Although I miss saying goodbye to them at 3 instead of in the morning, it allows me to work several more hours

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My friend who was Dumped for God by her Man Kept for Unnatural Purposes asked me a good question earlier today:Why do boys break up with you and then leave all their shit at your house?So, any answers?

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I must be a new teacher.After today's test, I gathered up all the papers and shoved them in my fabulous bag. Tonight, I began looking at them.Overall, the students kicked ass. But, I hate when I have to grade an essay question that was answered to such great length...in the wrong direction.I've seen a few of them where oy! the effort! but wrong! totally wrong!

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My students look scared out of their wits. We had our review for the upcoming test and all I could see were big eyes and furrowed brows.They know their stuff.The test isn't that hard if you've been to class and were slightly awake.They know their stuff.I still feel weird about them being so worried. I feel like I should be able to comfort them in some way. I've told them that they know their

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It's amazing. My tiny little peanutty baby boy, the one we couldn't name for hours, is 11. He's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.Daniel Charles, wow. You are so cool and fun. In wet shorts, towel, and spiky hair galore smiling in Nana's kitchen for your birthday party...it's just another reason Mama loves you just the way you are.No explanations for child shoveling cake in her mouth.

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Two bits of news are I'm going to share with you today. They both concern my friend, um, well, let's call her Maisy.Friend Maisy has been dating Tall Boy for a few months now. Things were progressing nicely, except for this pesky Jehovah Witness problem. See, TB recently left the Church and their, say, interesting, weather issues.And then it happened. The sky opened up and Maisy had her first

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I've recently learned that my husband suffers from Pantry Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. This is different from his CD OCD, in which all of his CDs are arranged in a particular order.Did anyone see the madness that is the Duggar family? Mike nearly orgasmed in the lazyboy over their ridiculously ordered pantry.He has always attempted to create pantry order out of chaos that is me and my spawn.

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The tragedies of Katrina seem endless and my those in my household feel so helpless.Adding to Katrina's damage to people and land, I am amazed at the damage created by our government. I shouldn't be, but I am, surprised at the race and class disparities. I shouldn't be surprised by the Christian Right's statement that "New Orleans is now abortion free." I shouldn't be surprised that rescuers

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Um, when you're the Art History teacher and you wear a cutie pie new shirt, make sure that you don't accidently flash your luscious breasts to your students.I bent down to get some things out of my bag (yes, the fabulous red bag), and noticed that my whole class could see down my shirt.Perhaps it will help me get a decent review at the end of the semester.

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Oh my god, when you're the teacher you totally have to read the material you assign. That was today's revelation from a newbie college teacher.

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My class is still rocking. Oh yeah. Today, I actually had students ask a lot of questions and there was even a discussion! I'm so excited. As a lecture course, I didn't know what to expect. I'm so happy they're engaging with the material.I started out really stressing the book material but GOD that was boring. I figure they can read the text and I plan on really digging into the slides. I'm

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Tonight, my exhibition opened. My name was properly on my essay in the catalogue and in the acknowledgments section. My fabulous wall text panels were hung and the labels placed in the vitrines. The opening reception had a great turnout and the space was beautiful. So why am I not flying high tonight?I think it's a two-pronged issue. First, my parents and their weird, weird partners arrived and

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Tonight I played Sneaky McSneakers for one of my best friends, Christine. If you're name is James, stop reading here. Is he gone? Okay, we can talk now.Christine called me worried about the sound of a woman's voice through her boyfriend's cell phone. When asked about said woman's voice, the boyfriend hedged and made awkward explanations for her presence:She is just some girl.Her name is uh,

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I'm so totally a teacher now. Holy Shit.My class is going great! I love this work. The class seems attentive, only a few yawns and no sleeping, even though my slide machine petered out on me. They talked to me after class and I even had a student tell me they really liked today's class. I love them, I really do.In other news, my exhibition that I co-curated opens this Friday. Exciting stuff

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I'm alive. I swear it. But, I'm swamped. I promise to do a normal post soon. Much hilarity to share. And I miss you all. Truly.

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So, Baroque Princess or Neptune Girl?

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The name game is still on and I am totally undecided. It will happen, I swear.I have made one decision. I need to lose some weight. Now. Although vanity plays a small role, I simply don't feel healthy. I thought I would do it by eating less meat, but then I forget and eat chicken. I just keep adding pounds and I don't like the feel of it.My thinly veiled feminist rankles at the thought of

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This is post # 101. Hooray! Thank you to all of you for reading, commenting, and sharing with me. In honor this post, I would like to subject the upcoming Name Change to your approval. I am that needy for attention.Please, feel free to comment or email a vote to me on the following blog name ideas or to submit a name. Thank you.POTENTIAL NAMES:Bluestocking(synonymous to a nerd)Baroque

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Finally added to links: "McSweeney's Internet Tendency" and "Go Fug Yourself." It's Funny McFunny on a Funny Sammich.

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I'm thinking of changing my blog's name. I love the Mucha work. But I also adore his Princezna Hyacinta, among many others. I think the name as it stands may sound a bit too much like the DTN, calling late at night, choking down sobs regarding my unique aura and how Lindy and I have inherited the magical glory of my matriarchial line.

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Missouri License Plate that said: "Classy."Brett, staring lustfully at an empty new-car-hauling truck: "I wish I had that cash!"Daniel, upon viewing the ruins of a Church on Spring Ave.: "Mom, Roman ruins!"MBA Conference (that we totally walked through, not that we attended): No less than 15 women attempting to replicate the weird Omorosa short-skirt, aggressive walk, super enunciated speech,

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Unlike some other times, I'm not up due to insomnia. I'm working. Any loser can manage at 9-5 job and pump out the good stuff at work. I'm cracked and I know it. Maybe it's my mild OCD or something but I do my most focused and highest quality work when I wait for the last possible moment and work the 9 p.m. to 5 a.m. shift. I am regularly productive at work, but the work I produce there

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I just took the World's Shortest Personality Test. Enjoy.You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.For you, comfort and calm are very important.You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.The World's Shortest

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Now that Daniel is with his father for the weekend (the regularly scheduled weekend thing), I am taking a break from the obsessing of the events of this week.So what do I do?I say the word, "balls," like, a thousand times. It's not all my fault. See, there was this truck. With homemade. silver. balls. dangling. from the hitch on the back. Two.It was this chain with two silver-colored balls

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Daniel's feet are blistered. Let me rephrase that, Daniel's feet are horribly, sickeningly blistered. He walked on hot asphalt for two hours; it looks like he walked on hot coals. He walked down the only three busy streets near here and although he luckily didn't get hit by a car (considering he crossed one of those streets), he walked on the blackest, glass-littered streets available. His heels

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Daniel is due home from his father's soon and we need to figure out what to do about his stunt.Do we:a) punish him in an especially torturous wayb) help him handle what he's feeling right now and how he felt at that momentc) stuff him back into the womb so we can be ever aware of his location and give him more time to ripen before throwing him back into the world?We may try c but I shudder at the

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Today, I lost Daniel. He got mad at his brother and took off out the front door. Babysitter flew after him and told Brett to call us. He did but neighbors found Brett hysterically crying in the front yard and called us too.Mike and I left work in downtown St. Louis (read: far, far away from the home in the 'burb) and struggled desperately through traffic to get home. To all of those on the

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Where are my brains lately? Where is my comment posse? Where are my children's manners? Where is my vagina? Oh, wait, that's under this Buddha belly. Where is my liquid paper?

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I totally get why people are fond of the term, "postmodernism." I do. I didn't so much obect to its invocation in the discussion on being post-gay or PoMo. Mainly, I simply got what the message was and moved on. Finding something in the Urban Dictionary, such as that, allows for a bit of technical misuse. The message made sense to me and I didn't fuss over it. But for the most part, and

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After two days of fighting and many an instance of me calling him an ass to my friends for his ass behavior and him silently calling me an ass for my ass behavior, I get an email late Friday afternoon that reads:Okay, let's start over. Hi, I'm Mike. Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?To which I, now disarmed and laughing again, replied:I totally believe. So, nice

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The most fabulous thing in the world is when you switch from wearing a thong with your only pair of beige pants that fit because your cottage cheese ass actually shows through the material to wearing a smoothing pair of silky no-line panties that in the mirror at home shows no hint of the dreaded panty line only to come home from work and hear your husband say,"Baby, you can totally see your

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Two things today:First, the boys and I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today. The kids loved it. They loved everything about it. Brett spent the evening in his room writing down ideas for new candies he's going to make as an engineer/chocolatier someday. Daniel helped him brainstorm and set up business plans for him. I liked it so much that I want to make love to the minds of Johnny Depp

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Mike started his own blog. I quasi pushed him into it since I made him a blog that he didn't like, so he got up and made his own *excceeelllllent*.Now I can see into his mind, man.Click HERE for Mike2.

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I found this site a little while ago and have poured all over it. Scarleteen is a response to the failing so-called sex education in schools. They believe in facts, not pushing abstainence nor saying go ahead and do it all day long. As a teen mom with a teen mom sister and teen mom friends, this is important to me. I feel teens are generally given a glossed over, simplistic version of

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This is today's Public Service Announcement.For all of you who are now or plan to become pregnant someday, with the intention of giving birth to a human child, I implore you to please read through this website.Baby's Named a Bad, Bad ThingHaving procreated with a man who thought our children were Norse gods at best and playground fodder at worst, I understand the push of a delirious spouse who

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Today I was walking to my car from the office at the great historic home, wearing a skirt and sandals, looking intensely at the copper fittings on the building across the road that had bled a green patina down the limestone, when I pondered:Is one supposed to walk with one's bare thighs mushed together in a semi-stationary postition, attempt to allow them to rub past the other only to cause

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No, this is not a post about my inability to walk up stairs without sucking wind. I have recently discovered how physically inept I am for my job. I am allergic to books. The longer they sit on a shelf in the library or the older they are, the worse my loud sneezing and sinus clogging joy. I get sleepy, really sleepy, when I read. Especially when I read German. I get distracted easily. All

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He picked that guy? Curious who he is? He's no Sandra Day O'Connor."As deputy solicitor general under the first President Bush, he argued to the Supreme Court that 'Roe was wrongly decided and should be overruled (Naral)."I'm outraged on behalf of your uterus and mine.

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Mike's mom just called to announce the pregnancy of his cousin, Angie. Angie's older sister, Cyndi, just gave birth to a baby boy a few weeks before the arrival of Mike's brother's new son, Lake. Jamie is Mike's older sibling.She noticed a parallel here. And only Mike and a younger brother, Jason, are partnered.She said, "I'll let you and Jason decide who gets to go next."*I hope it's us*

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Never wanting you all to forget the joy that is my mother, I am bringing you the latest of the Drunken Teenage Nana, aka, the DTN. This weekend a cousin from California decided to drive to Florida and back, seeing the country in a solo trip. Along the way, he stopped in sweet Missouri to visit my grandparents who called Everyone, you know, so we could oogle him and snap pictures. And then, the

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Yesterday, Mike's older brother, Jamie, and his wife, Sherrie, welcomed their baby boy, Robert Lake, into the world. He is named after each of their grandfathers and will be called Lake. Baby Lake is absolutely beautiful. See. Congratulations Jamie and Sherrie!!Click on an image for more.

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Dear Anne,I adore you. I want the best for you. In light of this, I have found your wildest wet dream come true. Yes, I am in your head and I can see your wet dreams. I say, you are one twisted fuck. What were you doing with that Mr. Superpickle?But I digress. In short, I have found the website for you."McSweeney's Internet Tendency" is your new boyfriend. This site is nothing but "Open Letters

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Only 2 percent of women describe themselves as beautiful. That's what new studies are saying. This is horrible. Just scary horrible. I think all of you are beautiful, just for the record. Dove® and a few other brands are starting a new trend called, "The Campaign for Real Beauty." According to Dove's website, "Real Women have real bodies with real curves. And Dove wants to celebrate those curves

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For all the so-called education I've gained since the boys were born, I still haven't learned how to play certain games with them. Those games bear evil names like Pokemon and YuGiOh. As far as I can tell, to play these games you must fork over your meager allowance in exchange for cheap, printed paper. Next, throw all of your new pieces of paper in your closet. Haphazardly. Then, wait for the

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In case you ever want to study art or history, Ebay is NOT a reliable source of information. I repeat, Ebay is not a documentable source. Please do not bring me a piece of paper with the latest Ebay item on it and proceed to explain to me how some yahoo seller in Texas knows more about an object than the author of the catalogue raisonnée. On another note, anything with a hole in it does not mean

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Behold the fabulous bag. The bag that holds all my books for the upcoming exhibit, paintings research, and teaching materials plus tampons. The bag that says I'm-not-an-intern-any-goddam-more-and-I-need-this-to-hold-my-shit-in-style.On a side note: It would seem I'm allergic to Shang Dynasty jade.

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This afternoon I brought my baby cat, Nero, and a few pictures we took of them over to my grandparents' house. I love visiting them, in part because they are so funny. My grandma told me a story about a friend of theirs, Merve, (who is part of the over 70 crowd) who went to a bar and met this woman with "great big titties." The lady (also of the over 70 crowd) asked Merve how many quarters would

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Regular period-ness has graduated to something of a hemorrhage. Terrible cramps abound. Headache and backache. Weak and tired. In general, I feel remarkably poopy. Not sure what this means, but it sucks ass. I'm actually staying home from one of my best friend's housewarming party tonight.

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This month I had the slightest suspicion that I could have been pregnant. Now, we are not actively trying but it's been about a year and a half since I've been off the pill. We are not using condoms either. And we haven't gotten pregnant. It makes me worry that there could be a problem with infertility. I have a very big worry about that since we are thinking that maybe, in a year or two, we'll

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As read on Overheard in New York: "Get the RuFoucault Out of Here" HS girl #1: I have a question. No. She gotta question, but she makin' me ask you for her because she embarrassed. What's "drag school"? Thas where you go to learn howda be a drag queen?Teacher guy: What? Drag school?HS girl #2: Yeah, you said you was leavin' us because you gotta go to drag school.Teacher guy: Grad school. I

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Apparently, Daniel and I are going through something together. He's getting pimples and so am I. We're using the same salicylic acid products, reminding each other to use it. Funny thing is, my mom never gave us anything for our pimples. We just suffered. And popped. Oh did we pop the zitty landscape with glee. I'm attempting to keep my paws off his teeny pimples since I know the popping so ruins

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I'm so sorry. I'm just so sorry. Thank you for your concern about Evelyn Miller. Her little body was found yesterday. Pray for her family, please.Please stay abreast on the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children. Please, if you have information on any child you see here, contact the above address.

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We just came home from the joy of the Fourth at the farm. Mike burned his hand. No, he didn't do it on a firework. Yes, it hurt. He's fine. The boys partook (from afar) in the family tradition of shooting fireworks and lighting random things on fire (soda cans, cupcakes, citronella fluid containers, etc.) in celebration of the independence of our country. I read up on Chinese jade and ate 4,001

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Last night, I bucked up and let the boys stay the night at my dad's house. My kids call him, "You-know-our-Grandpa-your-Daddy." My sister's daughter calls him "That-guy-who-brings-me-stuff." They don't call my stepmom anything at all, since she's never allowed herself to be Grandma. My dad asked if the kids could come over and well, since one of his faults is his famous absenteeism, I chose to

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I'm late at posting this and need to:Happy Anniversary, baby. I love you. I can't believe I lucked out with your ass. I can't believe you wanted to marry mine. We were just a bunch of horny 20 year olds, most likely not even in love when we married, and look at us now. Mostly normal. How fun is that? The Man, somehow sexy with a red beard and too much hair, in the Maryland summer sunset

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This week, Anne sent me a link to a blog called PostSecret. I finally got around to looking at it. It's, it's...I'm speechless. I'm fascinated, yet it makes me cry, it reminds of myself and then of people I know, it makes me want to hug the world and comfort them, it horrifies me. It makes me think.To see the site, click Here.

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Please run over and read this article. Go Here. Go on, go on, I'll wait.What the motherfuckingfuck is that?The title indicates this is not about "working mothers," which I know is a highly personal decision for every mom AND dad, but the article is about "working wives." A smattering of points that irritated me:More and more married women are beginning to accept the pressures of a job as normal.

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Thank you, Pussy Posse, for loving me like no other. I'm going to miss your hugs and kisses but I won't miss your presence...Thank God for email and museum mugs.

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Among other things I learned about me today (involving letterhead and Spain, it was cool), the one I think is most interesting is that I learned I'm a PoMoSexual. Good fucking God, I'm so sick of talking about so-called postmodernism (thank you very much, graduate school) that I would imagine myself running away from this label. I had figured I was Hetroflexible a long time ago...um, let's say

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Our typically skittish yet oh so macho 1 1/2 year old cat, Ivan, is apparently depressed. That, or he's absolutely pissed at us. He has this little, say, habit of peeing behind our bedroom door and playing Easter egg hunt with his poop under the basement stairs. We just thought he was a punk but online cat whisperers suggest he's depressed and is attempting to garner attention. As IF he is

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It has been 1,267 daysand LINDY IS STILL NOT ENGAGED. Seriously, are they not perfect for each other?

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On Sunday the family got together for Father's Day. For the first time in months, the DTN* wore a few pieces of actual clothing instead of a bikini. Halter. Camel Toe Daisy Dukes. No Bra to be found. And oh yes, Drunk.*For the newbies, the DTN is my mother, popularly known as the Drunken Teenage Nana for her status of Nana to my children, teenage behavior, and propensity for drunkenness.

Sugared Harpyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11942635623063404442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12250272.post-1119305312604698702005-06-20T17:08:00.000-05:002005-06-21T15:57:30.263-05:00

First order of business:I am officially part of the staff at nearly all major cultural institutions in St. Louis. I have the badges and parking tags to prove it.What you were looking for when you saw the phrase, "dress like a woman":This past Saturday night, I went out with Anne, Lindy, and Anne's good friend Aaron who was visiting from out of town. Aaron has a Prince Albert, the first and only

Sugared Harpyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11942635623063404442noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12250272.post-1119124126873975172005-06-18T13:49:00.000-05:002005-06-18T14:48:46.880-05:00

It's fairly common knowledge that my dad is not in the running for World's Greatest Dad. Nor is he a molesting abuser. He is that special brand of apathetic, lazy Dad. The kind who truly loves you and misses you, but makes no effort to actually be your father or even someone you kind of know. I love my father, but he's frustrating. My sister believes he's the anti-Christ; I believe he

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I don't know if I'm the only nerd out there that has these issues, but every time I've graduated something I freak out that maybe, just maybe there's a mistake and I didn't actually graduate. I do this momentary panic during the time school ends and the diploma reaches my mailbox. I have done something like this every year since middle school, after the last day of class I always waited for the

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This weekend I went bra shopping at my staple lingerie store, Victoria's Secret. Learning that my instinct for a smaller band size with a bigger cup is valid (thank you very much, Oprah), I needed bras in the size I feel most comfortable in...a 34DD. Fabulous bosoms for me.See, on Oprah they had a bra guru on and she says most women wear the wrong bra size. For the most part, women wear a band

Sugared Harpyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11942635623063404442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12250272.post-1118807226478413192005-06-14T22:27:00.000-05:002005-06-14T22:47:06.483-05:00

Today, mama landed a consulting job as an "Expert Curator" for an amazing institution. It won't interfere with my main cool job and it will end before I begin the fantastic teaching gig. Benefits? Hell no. Vacation? Nah. I'm a part time QUEEN.Kids, all I can say is that in any career track you're in, intern. INTERN. Do you hear me? BE A FUCKING SLAVE TO YOUR SUPERIORS as many times as

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Our 7th wedding anniversary is coming up this month. Seven years with each other seems like a pretty big deal, especially since there's no sign of the seven year itch. That sore, itchy redness came early, around the three to four year mark, when I sort of flew off to Vegas one weekend. Vegas strip sulking and missing of the spouse while walking amongst sparkly, fake-breasted emaciated women

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