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July 31, 2008Google, Why do you send me weird ones?Google search terms that landed here at Bloggymommer. I don’t get as much blog traffic since I switched domain names. Most of the traffic I do get is sent to me by Google. Some of the search terms 1) make sense and 2) point people here logically. Search terms I understand:
Creative Grammar and Spelling:
BlogHer
Burning questions:
What the Heck?:
July 2, 2008A New SongHow lame is it to start a story with the line; I got a Fisher Price cassette player for my 8th birthday? Someone had given us a briefcase full of Disney songs and Disney read-a-long cassette tapes, but Dad kept them locked in the trunk of his car, I think they annoyed him. When he was around, we listened to some form of Dueling Banjos or another. I asked for a Paula Abdul cassette tape for Christmas (is anyone else going to fess up to liking Forever Your Girl?). I had to hear about the cost of the fifteen-dollar cassette for six months. “That ain’t no five-dollar tape!” It was easier to swipe a tape from my mother’s premarital stash, than it was to ask for any more cassettes. In her car, we listened to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones, as those where the two bands that my little brother could stand. My mother kept a sewing machine full of cassette tapes. Mostly variations on pop mixes called “Songs from the 60’s,” Peter, Paul & Mary, Jim Croche, Linda Ronstandt and Billy Joel. I was a kid, and the Fisher Price tape player was a piece of junk, so I broke a few of my mother’s cassettes. Years later, my mother confessed that she would only give me the tapes that she was sick of, and then she always regretted it because I played them over and over and over. But, I love Billy Joel songs. Really. If I’m honest, I’ll admit that Uptown Girl is a horrifically cheesy song. But, I’m a Horrifically Cheesy girl. It was upbeat, and peppy, and I ate it up. It fit right in with my penchant for musicals. I wish I could paint a picture of how broken our family was, I wish I could reach out and make somebody understand how that brokenness makes me who I am. American Beauty opened in theaters right before my parents divorced. Two hours of heaven; somebody out there, some screenplay writer gets me! I day dream about writing an auto-biographical dinner scene for a dark comedy on television. But that is not just my story to tell, and too many people would get hurt or misunderstand, so I’ll skip to the part after dinner. Every night after dinner, I Nothing defines Angsty Teenage Years better than listening to a Reba McIntire cassette tape. On loop. For two years straight. I listened to it until I broke it. I’m not sure if that was more or less destructive than the year I spent listening to Pearl Jam and Nirvana. I still do that. I’ve become so picky about music that I’ll miss an entire year of radio hits, because I’m stuck listening to Alanis Morrisette’s 10-year remake of Jagged Little Pill, or I Wish We All Could Win by The Afters every time I get in the car for a full year straight. I think I’m the only person I know who can survive a 3-day road trip without a 6-disc changer or an Ipod in the car. Today, I finally, officially got sick of Billy Joel albums. Now what? What albums tell your history? -Today I dug up No One Cares What You Had For Lunch by Margaret Mason, this was taken from #77: “Show us your B-Side.” June 13, 2008June 12, 2008June 11, 2008October 23, 2007September 1, 2007zzz ZZZ zzz HALP! 8-/I am not a sleeper. Last night I was up at 4 am looking at sleep websites. They all say avoid television, computer, reading, and “do something relaxing” before bed. I need ideas! What on earth can I do at 4 am to go back to sleep? I love to crochet but I get obsessive about finishing just one more row so I don’t get to sleep. What else? August 25, 200724-28Passed to me by V’s Herbie 1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your current favorite song, or your favorite kind of sandwich, maybe your favorite game. Any remark, meaningless or not. 2. I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better. 3. Update your blog with the answers to the questions. 4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post. 5. When others respond with a comment, you will ask them five questions.
 August 12, 200710 Things I’d Like to Say to You.A really beautiful meme I swiped.  14. Move out, already. 15. Push him out of the nest, already. 16. I wish you thought this was home. 17. That kid is going to hate the name you picked. 18. I wish I was pregnant. Yes, I’m jealous. Stop asking me *when.* Stop assuming that you know something you don’t. 19. What you did really sucked. Don’t justify your behavior. You owe me an appology. Don’t pretend everything is ok. It’s not. 20. I am not your therapist, your lifecoach, your peacemaker, your scape goat, or the keeper of your secrets. I will not fix this for you. Fix it yourself. Otherwise, my fee is $75 per hour, with a $200 surcharge for house calls. 21. I love you like you were my own kid. 22. Money can’t buy you love. DUH. 23. Sit down, shut up, and *graciously* eat the meal you have been served. July 28, 200713 or really 200200 Post, and I’m whining about not being at Blogher today!
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