Archive for the ‘confessions’ Category

Posted on February 3rd, 2009 by by Mary

invisible protection

This is how tired we are at my house.
True story.
But first…random backup factage!
I sincerely hesitate to put this in print, gentle readers, but the colic seems to be ebbing at long last. Now we just need to work on that ol’ pesky internal clock, since our littlest dictator refuses to sleep before 3 a.m. (and [...]

Posted on November 27th, 2007 by by Mary

i just can’t get enough

Greetings gentle readers!
Are you sick of me yet?
Good. Because *just* after I got done with my long-overdue tag, I got tagged AGAIN by one of the funniest people I’ve never met, the lovely and talented Vincent. Actually he was pretty gentle. I know. I feel so special. And a little dirty. Two tags in one [...]

Posted on November 25th, 2007 by by Mary

tagindipity redux redux

Greetings gentle readers!
Hope you all had a tryptophantastic weekend! Now this may come as a huge shock, but I don’t have a whole lot of spare time at the moment, being that hey oh hey guess what??….Puddin Face is cutting many more teeth. (as in her two canines (visible), one matching one on the bottom [...]

Posted on November 4th, 2007 by by Mary

quite contrary

So of course our toilet had to back up on a weekend, when the maintenance people aren’t in. (Hint: twarn’t my doing, either. Ahem). This was a few weeks ago now, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying at the time. (If that sentence made any sort of sense to you, welcome to my [...]

Posted on January 30th, 2007 by by Mary

dorkline dirt

Greetings gentle readers!
Since I don’t have a lot of free time of late (my angel beckons), I thought I would try out a new chapter in bloggage….short-n-sweet.
With that in mind, I give you the first installment of:
The Mayor: True Confessions
This will be a way for you to get a little more insight into my dorkitude, [...]

Posted on May 17th, 2006 by by Mary

Spider, man

I don’t like spiders.
And, until recently, I can honestly say I am reasonably certain I have never had an out-of-body experience.
But perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself, here. Let’s back up a bit.
My inherent fear and loathing of spiders goes way back….one of my earliest memories is being in the front yard, blowing bubbles, feeling [...]

 

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