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- Vocabulary by 3 o'Clock A.M. on Nov 19, 2009
I was doing my dadly duty last week, taking my 7-year-old daughter to a school skating party.She had missed the previous skating party and was totally jonesing for a skate. She was so eager to go to the party that we were able to hold it over her bla...
- One Down, One to Go by Suburban Oblivion on Nov 19, 2009
It’s almost never good news when someone calls you at 5 o’clock in the morning and tells you ‘Turn on your light please, we need to talk’. Cue feeling of impending doom as I stumble across the room, still half-asleep. “...
- The Ex’s Brother Strikes Again by Suburban Oblivion on Nov 14, 2009
This seems to be in response to my last post, and while I generally try not to feed nasty, overweight trolls, I decided a little amusement was in order for an otherwise busy Saturday morning. Be glad you don’t have this particular brand of craz...
- The View of 29 From 31 by Suburban Oblivion on Nov 13, 2009
In 2007 I wrote a post about turning 29, and what it meant to me as I transitioned into my 30’s. Today I turned 31, and as I read back over that post, I am struck by how fortuitous it was without even realizing it. My 20’s were pink. I wanted...
- Google Wave Invite Winners At Last! by Suburban Oblivion on Nov 9, 2009
Sorry to keep you guys in suspense, I know some of you have been waiting on the edge of your seats as real-life and a major site breakage got in the way of handing out the Google Wave invites I have. The good news is Suburban Oblivion is now back up...
- Jealousy by Kiss and Blog on Nov 5, 2009
No question, I suffer from jealousy. Whether it is because of fear - of loss or abandonment - or something more egoic like humiliation, it's not good.~ In jealousy there is more self-love than love. François, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims, 1665At...
- cheaper than therapy. by According to Kelly on Nov 4, 2009
it's been one of those days, er weeks, okay... months. it feels good to say it out loud, let the healing process begin.as much i wish i were, i've never claimed to be super mom, or to live a practically perfect life. that's the stuff fairy tales are...
