tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36517188943961842102009-11-13T17:48:44.502-07:00suck on thisimaginary binkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201098158165803056noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3651718894396184210.post-84475481790741737662009-10-29T23:08:00.000-06:002009-10-29T23:08:36.399-06:00

I don't know about you, but I think I already know how to do this exercise. *insert other witty dick jokes here*

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If you know the song I just bastardized, well, kudos, my friend.  It gets stuck in my head sometimes, much like another bizarre country tune that my childhood pals in East Texas and I would shout out as we were swaying on a tree swing.   I know.  It will haunt you forever.  You're welcome. There's a point I was going to make with this.  Let me remind myself.... Um... Ah.  Okay. So, yes.

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Pennsylvania, to be exact. Yes, dear reader whose face I would try to delicately read with my hands but cannot because I would never let you into my house when you're dressed like a tart and smelling of cheese, I am leaving Colorado and my beloved Denver for the literal greener pastures of southeastern Pennsylvania.Folks who know my exploits on other various things I spout upon are already aware

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I said that to you over and over tonight, as if to jog your memory a little bit more about our past.Sixteen years it's been, between you and me. And here we are, on the precipice of your 40th birthday. I was just 19 when we met, and you were a deliciously pervy 23.I remember it all. I remember meeting you in June of 1993, after many months of very difficult times I had in other various

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I love this video better than bread, paper, rock, or scissors. I seriously hope those are the actual sounds of the turtle.I can't even begin to dissect why this is so friggin' hilarious. The look on the lady turtle's face is priceless.You're welcome.(Many thanks to Daily Shite)

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But I'm back. Sort of.To celebrate this day of return, let's take a look at dead baby skeletons as they get a milky shower from a cow and then suck directly from its teets. It's French. It's crazy. It's exactly what this blog should be about.Nice to see you, too. Is that a new shirt you're wearing? You look fabulous.

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I write this post.Hey, there. How's it going? That's great. Wow. Have you lost weight? You look fabulous! Is that a new shirt, I mean, blouse, I mean, garment? It's wonderful and makes you very shapely in the most appealing sort of way.Denver is hot today. And I still mean hot at 10pm. I have fans whirring about like crazy, and the temperature-o-mometer tells me it is 76 in here. What,

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Facebook, I love you, but I kind of hate you. No, I don't hate you in the way that other whiny computer geeks hate you. I'm not in love with Myspace and having pissing contests over the two of you. I'm not all caught up in your format and yelling, "Wah wah wah! I don't like how you are trying to be Twitter!" I'm not even a member of "Bring the Old Facebook Back!"Why? Because I'm not a whiny

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Amos and I are participating in the 2009 Kid Art Auction, the brainchild of Greeblemonkey and Fruitlady. This year's proceeds will benefit Nature Conservancy.I intended to add these sooner than today, but as you may be aware, I've had tremendous computer issues as of late. Now that those days are over, I can get back to my 'ritin', 'rithmetic, and ruminatin'.About a month or so ago, I bought

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So, yes. I've entered the new century with fancy doodads and geegaws. My new laptop arrived today! *massive cheers*Amos and I decided to try the built-in camera. Let me know what you think of the audio. Video #1 is done with better lighting and the microphone from a headset. Video #2 is bad lighting and the laptop's built-in microphone. Better here or here? This one, or that one?Please pardon the

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Yet, there is no relief in sight. Damn you, Alka Seltzer.Okay, maybe I shouldn't damn you if I didn't actually take your product, but I do damn your brethren of cold/flu medicines that I did take - and did not work.I caught a cold from Amos. He was all cute and drippy with his cold, while I am a face-swollen, drippy, achy, disgusting mess. Oh, to have the immune system of a toddler. Currently

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This is my behind the scenes look at snagging an interview with the most popular personal blogger on the Internet and New York Times bestselling author, Heather Armstrong of Dooce.com. You can view the interview transcript in three parts: part one, part two, and the final installment. The end of the interview is posted below.Below, I include the odd yet entertaining bits of the interview that

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I'm very frustrated with sellers of clothing. I am 5'4", but I wear it well. For some reason, this height is considered to be petite. If I'm so petite, then why are so many women my height or shorter? Hmm?I'm not a freak.I don't like searching for the petite section of the store, only to find the most garish or stuffy-secretary type clothing imaginable. The modern clothing stops at 5'5",

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I have a bunch of posts up at my Examiner gig, including today's review of a local Denver music class that I highly recommend for kids under five. Check out Teaching kids to love music, one kazoo at a time.Also, I just removed the Intense Debate comment thingy that I had around for a little while. It was fabulous, but I think it was preventing people from seeing this blog. Kinda the opposite of

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Really. It takes effort to come over here and scribble some doodles. Let's try to pepper this mother up with some randomness and pictorials. Yeah?Amos is growing and growing, and talking and talking. Latest words/phrases:"Oh, my!""Oh, man!" (which sometimes sounds like, "Oh, ma'am!")"Oh, boy!""Oh, no!" (And many other phrases starting with "Oh!")"Get out!" (Thank you, Chef

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So, there is a great boob controversy swirling the Internets. You might call it Boobgate. I couldn't help but become a little involved.I wrote about it over there in the Denver Motherhood Examiner. I hope you'll throw out an opinion or two or five.See this lovely lady for the story behind the story.Also, I'm diggin' my new comment system supplied by IntenseDebate. Do you like it?

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So, I may have left out a few details in that last missive. There are other reasons that I've disappeared as of late.Anyone who stops by on a frequent basis may remember that at this time last year, I was knee-deep in family tragedy. At this exact date last year, I was tending to my father in the hospital, still thinking that he might pull a miracle or two. I was taking care of Amos, my dad,

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I apologize for the disappearing act. Has it really been over a month since I posted here? Yowza.Things have changed, lives have changed, and my focus has changed. But, I'm working on some ideas. I promise to come back here and give the ol' binky a dusting. I'm gonna shake it up, yo.Anyhoo, I haven't actually fallen into a crack. I work every day (or almost) on my new gig at Examiner.com.

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Well, the day has come to announce the announcement that had too many people on Facebook yelling at me to just get on with it already and make the announcement.I have a new gig.I am the Denver Highlands Mom Examiner for Examiner.com! Come on over and check out my inside take on this great neighborhood of Denver, just west of downtown. I'll be posting at least 3 - 4 times per week, so get ready

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Feeling random, so this is what you get. Sometime soon, I will announce something or another. Keep your britches on until then. Or, keep them off.Phil quizzes me most weeks before he heads out to host a Geeks Who Drink quiz at the Irish Hound (read Phil's blog here). My score is sometimes the best, sometimes not. The highest scoring teams receive gift certificates, free beer, or assorted

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I suspect this is what would happen if my grandmother was still alive.

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So, apparently I missed the boat on Delurking Day 2009. This is a day when folks who read a blog are encouraged to stop by and leave a comment. Any comment. Any word choice pattern that involves clacking some keys and moving a mouse.I apologize for my lack of timeliness. I am surfin' the 'Net today to delurk upon some bloggies that I enjoy. Many of them of are way over there in my favorite

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Well, I thought I was being too catty in the last blog, but I seem to have hit a nerve and a chuckle bone with a few of you who are well aware of empty biz-lingo speak. You ams my people.So, Qwest decided to put off our glorious Internet at home because a third-party verifier made their verifying call to us too late (huh? wuh?). So, we wait until tomorrow for the wireless juices to flow within

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While waiting for our new Internet connection to be established at home, Phil and I have ventured to the coffee house for free 'net and not so free coffee. Phil is showing Amos around the place and letting people gawk at him. Meanwhile, this is what I'm hearing from the guy next to me on the phone..."Yeah. He's just not on board. He's a sinking ship.""Well, I'm down the wire here. My game is off.

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That's Happy New Year in Finnish. That concludes today's language lesson. Well, for you, at least.For Amos, however, language has suddenly exploded in new and exciting ways. The lil' mimic picks up new words every day, ranging from two (dew), three (dee!), shoe (dew... yes, it's the same as 'two'), to cheese (deezsh!). Thanks to "Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!", Amos goes around the house saying "Wow wow!

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