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My First ‘Wolf Whistle’
Okay, so going back historically to receiving my first wolf whistle sounds pretty self-centered, even for me. I mean, after all, who wouldn’t want to witness the signing of the Declaration of Independence, or birth of a nation, or the birth of Christ, or the “In The Beginning…”? But I’d probably want to change something… Read more
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My First Tatt Was Not By Choice
My first tattoo was placed upon my arm when I was eighteen years old. I was with my boyfriend and was watching the process of him getting my name tattoed on his arm by his cousin – things were done that way back then, by backwoods armchair tattoo ‘artists’. Long sewing needles had thread wrapped… Read more
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My Way…
There are some that thrive on others’ organizational, dietary, workout, and cleaning routines, and I’d even go so far as to add writing styles, but me? I need to do it my way. I may gain some insight and logic into why something works or doesn’t, but in the end, I’m stubborn (my mother called… Read more
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If You Had Only One Day Left…
Yesterday’s appointment with my heart doctor left me with only a few questions. I feel this guy is totally competent and answered every question I threw at him about my condition, but I reserved a few of them for pondering over with my coffee this morning. They are ones I don’t think he’d have the… Read more
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Extra Energy, What To Do, What To Do?
I’ve mentioned before that I’m homebound for a bit, until we (Hubbin, me, and the various docs I’m seeing) figure out what’s causing my severe vertigo and how to fix it. Having said that, I have brief moments when it’s not so bad, and instead of using those moments of respite to enjoy the normalcy,… Read more