National Blog Posting Month
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I did it, 30 days of straight posting. It wasn't easy either. You know all those down days where I was whining about my knee? Yeah, normally I would have just kept the inner thoughts of BBM off the blog. But it was either whine about my knee or discuss the consistency of pasta on some of those days. I erred on the side of you enjoying whining over noodles.
When I started posting at the beginning of November for NaBloPoMo
… ContinuePosted on November 30, 2007 at 1:42pm —
My daughter came home from school today with a mark on her leg from where another child had kicked her. Through sweatpants, there was a little brush burn on her shin. I asked her what happened and she said that she walked up to this little girl, said "hi" and the girl kicked her. Big I asked the girl why she kicked her and the girl wouldn't answer. She then proceeded to chase her around the playground, trying to kick her again.
(Deep breath.)
(One more.)
(Deep breath.)
… ContinuePosted on November 29, 2007 at 6:21pm —
In the beginning, there were ideas, the prospect of blogging through a martial arts related book, the intent to make every post one worth reading like the Bullies post which is filling my inbox with all kinds of compliments (thank you). NaBloPoMo is seriously kicking my butt right about now. That's why my little present in the mail couldn't have come at a better time. A blog post fille
… ContinuePosted on November 28, 2007 at 3:27pm —
Today I went to physical therapy, and it was so crowded. After about 10 minutes of heat and stims, the nurse came over and reminded me that my next appointment is on Friday. I thought it was sort of odd that she was telling me this since I already scheduled it and I know. I nodded, sort of puzzled, and she went on to say, "You know, you're not supposed to be here today. Your appointment was actually tomorrow."
I have absolutely no clue
Posted on November 27, 2007 at 9:14pm —
When I was in junior high, I was coming through a crowded area after lunch when I felt a hard punch square in the middle of my back. It was too crowded to move as we all pushed through the door; but I didn't have to take more than a brief glance to know exactly who had done it. "Gina" followed me down the hall with her posse of fight starters and mumbled comments under her breath at me.
I was terrified.
I was in 8th grade. She w
Posted on November 26, 2007 at 8:14pm —
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