Year: 2007
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My Recent Google Searches. (Unedited)
Every now and again I find it amusing to go back and look through what I searched for in Google. I find it especially amusing because of the searches that lead people to this site. For example, in the last 10 minutes, people found mihow.com by searching for the following terms: “man with vagina”, “is…
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I Need Links. Gimme Links.
Every night I wake up at least three times and tend to Emory. During that time, I feed him, pump breastmilk, change diapers, or amuse the little man until he’s tired again. (He’s been really quite good about sleeping at night. There are hours where he’d rather be held and played with but overall, I…
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Thank You.
I haven’t wanted to say anything about this partly because I’m worried I might jinx myself, partly because I don’t trust my emotions, and partly because Toby returned to work this week and I know things are going to be different now. I’m optimistic today but a little wary of every step I take on…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 14)
On Saturday, I got up at 5 AM. Tired and bleary eyed, I wandered into the kitchen for some water and a snack. My aunt dropped by last week and left me 6 pink cupcakes. I love cupcakes and that love has blossomed now that I’m breastfeeding Emory. I had been dreaming about these cupcakes…
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F.U. New York City.
I hate this city. If someone told me I could wake up in Jersey tomorrow, or any other place for that matter, I’d stand up and cheer. I wrote this on Friday: I got a check from Google Adsense yesterday. I was ecstatic. I don’t make money of my own anymore. I figured I could…
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Enjoying Elsewhere
Kids and Confidence. “This realization was the foundation of my own brand of nihilistic confidence: ‘This person is a lazy wiper. I am not. Therefore, I should silently elevate myself in comparison. Yay confidence.’” (He’s back. I hope this time he stays).
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Like the Smell of a New Eraser.
The other night I was standing in the living room trying to calm a cranky, gassy baby when all of a sudden Tobyjoe looked at me and screamed, “SCHOOL SUPPLIES!” Just like that, out of nowhere, SCHOOL SUPPLIES! Like he suddenly remembered that school was starting, like, tomorrow and Emory wasn’t prepared because we totally…
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There's a Reason it Sells For More Than $3.00 an Ounce.
My nipples are killing me. I won’t go into too much detail because my entire family reads this Web site. Let’s just say, I can’t even tolerate a hug at the moment without the feeling of a million heated daggers shooting into each nipple. It’s terrible. And I’m working on trying to figure out what…
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I Need to Sleep. Why Won't You, Why Won't You Let Me Sleep?
For some reason the idea of facing each evening and the inevitable sleeplessness of it all scares the hell out of me. It causes me great anxiety, like it’s going to kill me or something. Which is stupid because I spent many a nights without sleep in design school and that didn’t kill me. The…
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