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So, I’m reading along at Post Politics… school board… blah, blah, blah… resegregation… blah, blah, blah… when what should I see at the end of this post?

"Are you The Writer?"

The hostess at a trendy restaurant where Hubs and I were celebrating our anniversary last week asked me this question as I scooted into our booth. Quickly, I scanned her face-- Was I being Punk'd? She gazed steadily back at me.

Bringing the new boyfriend home to meet parents and extended family tomorrow. Nervous. Hope he has fun. Gah. Hope the naked baby pics stay locked away.

One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to get books from the public library, rather than buy them, which has been my custom for years. My husband and I love books, but I realize that books generate paper and waste. I’m trying to become a minimalist.

OK, there’s no way in hell I can actually write any sort of guide for taking a compliment. It is something that I simply cannot do.

I‘ve learned alot about my music tastes because Pandora.com gives me the option of “thumbs up” or “thumbs down” on a track.

The timing of John Edwards endorsement, some say, was no accident:

Busy.

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Am boring even myself with the litany of things that could be the answer to, "What have I been doing?"

Those of you without kids would be pondering how you'd get these few minutes of your life back if I wrote about it.

Are you as sick of reading and hearing “financial advisors” tell you how to save money and none of them apply to you?

If you read this blog, talk to people who read this blog or hang out in my bedroom or living room around 3am you know I’ve been intensely grieving the loss of my dog. I’m better than I was say, oh, two weeks ago, but I still have my moments.