tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53761932011-04-21T13:44:23.039-05:00Official page of the Revolution...at least in my mind!Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.comBlogger681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-70476039809987650432008-07-28T16:29:00.002-05:002008-07-28T16:57:00.505-05:00

It has been a long and winding road to find some quiet time to blog. I know that all two of my readers have been eagerly waiting for a post. Of course, they already know what has been going on in my life, so it seems silly to put it into prose. I've not really been in a writing mood lately as I've been doing a lot of writing for my "job" as the Dance Program Coordinator at the NAG. This is not

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Weasel!Doesn't it look like this weasel is just begging someone to pull his finger?

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-75003310873211868182007-08-22T15:06:00.000-05:002007-09-01T15:51:32.535-05:00

I have about 5 seconds to sum up my summer, so here it is.Allegedly, I didn't work this summer and yet I have been busier this summer than last summer. That was due in part to directing, which is work, but not work like teaching. It was a relief to not teach every day and mostly fun to direct. Ok, some fun to direct. There was a lot of crap involved in that too. I am a crap free girl. I really

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I was going to do this on Pat's blog, but thought it was worth a post. Here are my ten "Can't Do Without" songs:"The State I am In" - Belle and Sebastian: There's something about the sailor friend and being gay and all this other great stuff that really sings to me in this song. I love "Expectations" too, but this song just tops it for me for some reason."Y Teimlad" - Super Furry Animals: I don't

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-81036169447799257302007-04-30T09:58:00.000-05:002007-04-30T09:59:56.142-05:00

"His feet are made of muffins." She sang this at breakfast this morning. I have no clue where this might have even come from, but I thought it might be worth blogging about before I forgot it.We got a new gazebo last night, two of my shows are now over and I'm getting ready for another one. And I'm finally "self-cleaning" the oven. Woah! Intense. The fun never ends.

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Here is a video of Sophie telling her jokes. It's not perfect, but she's on YouTube now. Woohoo! A real 21st century baby. Mostly I just wanted to a way to share videos with everyone that didn't involve email. It doesn't come up in the search yet, so I embedded it here!We'll have a celebration once it hits 1,000 viewers!

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Hee hee:This is my first time embedding and boy does it feel good!

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So far this week has been quite an adventure. Early on Friday morning - around 6 or so - there was a loud banging sound that vaguely resembled the sound of a wall of books and plastic bags falling down. Michael and I sat up, wondering what this sound could be. Suddenly something ran under the bed. We were both freaked out. At the same time we said, "Raccoon!!" My heart was racing as I ran

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Yes, dear readers (all 2 of you), we finally got high speed internet access. Woohoo!!! There is a new company in town called Northfield WiFi. They provide an awesome service to those of us not wanting to use cable. I felt very "Omaha" as they came over and pounded an antenna on our roof and drilled a hole in the wall. But I feel very "Uptown" with our superfast speed and our awesome router power

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I got this from Steve Lawler and thought I'd put it on my blog, so I would have a post. Enjoy!1.What time did you get up this morning? 7:20 2. DIAMONDS OR PEARLS? Diamonds=sparkly=good 3. WHAT WAS THE LAST FILM YOU SAW AT THE CINEMA? Pan's Labyrinth – it rocked 4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE T.V. SHOW? Currently: Arrested Development 5. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY HAVE

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-63839632217469724502007-01-26T09:34:00.000-06:002007-01-26T09:39:07.409-06:00

Annie sent me the cutest sight ever, cuteoverload.com or something like that. I downloaded this ultracute picture of a hamster eating corn. I thought the only thing that would make it cuter would be to add Sophie. I was a bit curious about what would happen, so here it is:YAY!! Finally, blogger accepts my pictures. Maybe my bitter feud will end and I will start posting again. Happy January to

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For those of you hungry for a blog post, here it is...ok, I guess this is for all ONE of you.It's snowing. Yup, I can't believe it, but it's snowing. It went from being totally gorgeous, nay, 80 degrees or so to #$%#@#@?+!! snowing. I know this is the Midwest. I know this is how it happens. But it never ceases to amaze me. Woah! So, there it is.I've been avoiding blogging because the stupid

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My last activity of the summer has finally ended. What a busy, yet fun summer. It seemed like I was always on the go, but on the other hand, I stopped to enjoy quite a lot too. Part of that was because Sophie is so much easier to deal with than she was last year. She's just happy to sit and play with legos or little people for most of the day and really doesn't need a whole lot. Well, I do feed

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1155914507621151022006-08-18T10:16:00.000-05:002006-08-18T10:21:47.633-05:00

I know...it's been a while since I've blogged and this isn't going to be a real blog either. I just had to take some time to commemorate a random spam that I opened this morning. I usually delete all of them out of my bulk Yahoo! folder, but the title (see above) was just a little hilarious, so I opened it and here are its contents:dont approve of it. I dont mind acknowledging to you that Ive but

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1152216290420502762006-07-06T14:56:00.000-05:002006-07-06T15:04:50.456-05:00

OH MY GAWD, BLEEET TOTALLY ROCKED IN CINDERELLA. HE WAS BRILLIANT WITH SEVERAL MORE "L'S". TRILLING TRIPPING "L'S" THAT CAN'T POSSIBLY BE SAID ADEQUATELY BY ANY HUMAN. I CAN'T POSSIBLY STATE HOW FANTASTIC HE WAS. AND OH MAN DID YOU SEE THOSE GREAT DRESSES. FUCKING AWESOME. AWESOME. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!Ok, so he's one of three people who read my blog and I have to suck up to him. But he really is

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Sohpie sang this to me this morning on her potty, so I thought I would title this blog after her singing. She's been singing a lot lately, it's pretty funny. She can even take a song and replace the words with other words. For example, she sings "The Wheels on the Bus" a lot because she likes the part where the dog goes "bark, bark, bark". So, she decided to replace those words with some words

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Ok, it's been almost a month...you're allowed to bitch. I don't have much to say and even less to write. I guess I can empathize with Bleeet in that he feels like no one reads his blog. Well, at least Bleeet has more than three readers. Jesus, even Henry has more!! I shouldn't write for others, I should just shut up and write for myself. In that vein, I am going to post a mass email that my mom

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Now it's a West Side Story...oh yeah, and Cinderella. But mostly West Side Story. I am relieved and sad to be done with Cabaret. It was a ton of work and really put a strain on every corner of my life, my square box of existence was quickly becoming an expanding globe. On the other hand, I met a lot of cool new people and got to dance my little heart out. I hadn't been in a show since 2002 when I

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Here's a fucking post. Happy? Yes, it's true, my blog has been on sabbatical. Yes, the reason is Cabaret. It's also that I've spent hardly any time with Sophie lately and have been enjoying her company instead of posting a bunch of random crap. Well, today's the day. She's on the sofa, not eating ding-dongs, and watching "Toy Story". We've had a crazy couple of days and we've hardly watched any

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Ok, so I've tried to post this comment about 50 times on Michael's Blog, but for some reason, the word verification won't work. I know I'm mildly dyslexic, but I think I can decypher what fucking letters are being swirled in front of me for security purposes. Anyway, here's my comment relating to Micahel's "Snakes on a Plane" post. What about:Used Car Salesmen on a YugoSnails on a Tree (gaw! I

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I don't know what's in the gene pool in Naples, Florida, but I can guess that the first answer is "not enough chlorine". Check out this genius. Tom Waits says, "Never drive a car when you're dead." Well, he needs to alter it to say that you should never drive a car when you have a large snake wrapped around your neck. This usually goes without saying, but in the land of the south, anything can

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Plot Summary forPotty Training Day (2006)In a house where rooms are overrun by a diaper wearing loon, those who have sworn to uphold potty time are breaking the rules to get rid of diapers. Denzel Washington plays potty trainer Alonzo Harris, a veteran urination specialist whose methods of enforcing potty time are questionable, if not corrupt. 'Potty Training Day' follows Harris as he potty

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Three words, you should never see together. Here are their stories...PMS – turns out, I had PMS, sorry Pat. I should know these things, seeing as how it’s my body, but I didn’t. Pat visited. I was grouchy. The end. I can’t explain it, but my fucking hormones always get the best of me. I should know, but I don’t. It helped when I was on the pill because I could see when it was coming. Now, the

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1141837516501106842006-03-08T10:59:00.000-06:002006-03-08T11:05:16.530-06:00

Ok, so she's not as hot, but it reflects the haircut and the yearning for spring that is welling up inside of me:The lavender dragon just matched the outfit. I figured, there are no baby accessories, so maybe it can be Sophie. I wonder why they don't have any fat avatars...or any old middle aged looking avatars. They all look shiny and videogamey with large Manga eyes and pouty lips. God forbid

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1141744050834900442006-03-07T08:56:00.000-06:002006-03-07T09:07:30.850-06:00

Ok, so I'm really NOT fat. But really it's all relative. Ok, it's partially about my relatives. In my family, we have a long and glorious history of alcoholics. We also have a long and glorious history of fat people. I don't know how far back that history goes, but I do know that every person in my Mom's family has at some point or another been on a fucking diet. Growing up, my mother was always

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1141528519189993572006-03-04T21:10:00.000-06:002006-03-04T21:15:19.203-06:00

No, it's not Booger. Although he looks like Booger. He is henceforth the man who is known as the man who looks like Booger. He's actually Ron Howard's brother, hence the baldness. Who knew Opie had a brother.Time out for some cheese...one of my mom's favorite stories to tell about my dad is about when they went to see American Graffitti. When Ron Howard shows up in the movie, my dad squealed with

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1141073235611108092006-02-27T14:34:00.000-06:002006-02-27T14:47:15.623-06:00

So, since I was never able to really post about Godfrey - blogger=posessed! - I will take the time to briefly mourn his passing. Godfrey indeed became sickly as his namesake was. Suddenly on Friday morning he started to hang out at the bottom of the tank and would not move a whole lot. It was kind of freaky and I frequently thought he was dead. Michael would not give in so easily. On Saturday

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1140498840752480102006-02-20T23:07:00.000-06:002006-02-20T23:14:00.763-06:00

I went hunting with Dick Cheney and all I got was this lousy gunshot wound.Ok, so that's old news. You know what is new news....blogger has lost my fucking post twice now. ARG!!!!! What the hell. It was about a fish. What is so wrong with a fish. He's not a terrorist - he lacks ambition. He won't even go to the top of the tank to eat. He's a total snowboarder slacker fish. Michael thinks it was

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1140026293371770792006-02-15T11:46:00.000-06:002006-02-15T11:58:13.386-06:00

Ok, so making two posts in one day is extreme, but they are two totally different subjects and I thought they deserved their own space. And afterall, I'm in the Olympic spirit and extreme is what the Olympics is all about - that and passion and snowboarding and hot guys and ugly ass figure skating outfits. Sophie has a new trick - she has been bringing me all of the remote controls from the table

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1140025573452642702006-02-15T11:36:00.000-06:002006-02-15T20:19:07.633-06:00

Yes, it's true. Every two years, I go nuts and I have to sit in front of the TV every stinking day and watch the Olympics. I can't not do it. I don't know why. It all started with the summer Olympics in 2000. I had never really watched them before and then suddenly it became my life's mission to know exactly what was on and when and who was winning. It certainly helped that a very cute swimmer

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1139414138665787342006-02-08T09:44:00.000-06:002006-02-08T09:55:38.806-06:00

That's Creeeecheta. As in "Mi Criceta ha una pistola, fugite!" "My hamster has a gun, run away!" Yes, on our '04 trip to Italy, we were the worst kind of tourists...Americans. The first two times I went, we were very civil, only the occasional rabble was roused, but the third time we were with Pat and Shaun and all bets were off. We posed weirdly in front of every damn warning sign we could. It

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1138765897303398832006-01-31T21:33:00.000-06:002006-01-31T22:05:24.286-06:00

Ok, so I've blogged before about superheroes and superpowers and all of that stuff. So, I took the superhero name test and here are my results:Your Superhero ProfileYour Superhero Name is The Crimson JusticeYour Superpower is MutantYour Weakness is PhilosophizingYour Weapon is Your Ice ClubYour Mode of Transportation is SegwayWhat's your Superhero Name?Pretty sweet! My real superpower is being

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1138664245511674072006-01-30T17:22:00.000-06:002006-01-30T17:37:25.523-06:00

Ok, so it's been forever since I blogged...but I really haven't had time lately. I've been working on getting the fucking cabinet in our study ready to be put together. It's partially done, but now I need to sand the whole damn thing and shellac it again. ARG! The joys of homeownership. It makes me wish for fairies and not the annoying kind, but the useful kind that do housework and shellac

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Yet another strange phrase from my brain. I don't know where it came from. I had some very vivid dreams on Tuesday night. One of them involved going to see Emeril Live...don't ask why, I haven't thought Emeril was cool since I stopped thinking that Pork Fat Ruled. Anyway, a bunch of my friends and I were going to see Emeril and we were supposed to be seated in the front row, but Emeril's handlers

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1134949533805048182005-12-18T17:43:00.000-06:002005-12-18T17:45:33.820-06:00

Here's another great reason why I should not be a parent...through some sick and twisted word play Michael and I came up with Baby's First Piss Christ. I don't really know what it would be, but there it is. Sick.

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Here's my avatar:I wish I were half as cool as she is.

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I'm adding this post so I can put a picture in my profile...so there!She's changing men into pigs. What a great goddess!

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Don't even ask about this one...in my classic weird dyslexic fashion, I managed to read something in the paper this morning and thought it said this fantastic word. It made me laugh my ass off, so I thought I'd post about what Snackiavelli might be. Perhaps Snackiavelli is the third shift supervisor at Frito Lay that does not allow any tasting of the Fritos or other tasty snack chips.

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1134056790428136862005-12-08T09:37:00.000-06:002005-12-08T09:46:30.436-06:00

Since Henry is demanding blood or a post, I guess I will honor him with a post. It has been WEEKS since my last post, but not too much has happened. We went to LA with Sophie, which rocked. We had a great time. Sophie especially liked the beach.I especially liked the cocktails at the Roosevelt Hotel. The Roosevelt was the closest thing we had to a neighborhood bar when we lived in Hollywood -

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WARNING!!! Terribly un-PC stuff ahead. Don't read on if you are easily offended. After a glass of wine and some Kung Fu viewing, I somehow came up with this idea. I don't remember how. I'm sure Michael will, he thought it was pretty funny (I believe it was spawned after talking about George Carlin's list of things you never see and one of them was an attractive homeless couple). It would sort of

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1131556492768015032005-11-09T11:11:00.000-06:002005-11-09T11:14:52.776-06:00

Prett Sweet! Aside from not really having issues with my heritage, hello I'm white!, I guess I do have a lot in common with O-Ren Ishii. This quiz is pretty cool, aside from the fact that in the page heading and in the quiz heading the misspelled villain. Morons. People need to learn to spell again.

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1130867352420086422005-11-01T11:21:00.000-06:002005-11-01T11:49:12.433-06:00

Ok, Pat did it, Dave did it and now I have to do it too: "The State I am In" - Belle and Sebastian"Cosmic Dancer" - T. Rex (Thanks, Pat!)"Innocent When You Dream" - Tom Waits"Charmed Life" - Divine Comedy"Fake Plastic Trees" - Radiohead"Norwegian Wood" - The Beatles"Hotel Yorba" - The White Stripes"Tangled up in Blue" - Bob Dylan (Probably the only Dylan song I know 90% of the words to.)"Dear

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1130789946279931482005-10-31T14:13:00.000-06:002005-10-31T14:19:06.286-06:00

Well, here she is. Just as promised a year ago. A walking, talking discoball. My aunt thinks this costume was a stupid idea (of course, she thought birth control for her 16 year old daughter was stupid too and look where she is now!), but everyone else seems to think it's cute. I think it's clever and very cute. My mom did a great job. Maybe next year, Michael and I will have to dress up like

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A quick post on the occasion of Sophie's first birthday. I think the title pretty much says it all. We made it. She's walking and sort of talking and can do all kinds of cool things, including the cool Beastie Boys dance I've been teaching her (in your face Padraig!) So, overall, the last few months have been great and quite the remedy to the first few months, which were suicide inducing,

Circehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11517794613608926992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376193.post-1129580099433430372005-10-17T15:06:00.000-05:002005-10-18T10:47:34.063-05:00

So, it's here. Toddler-dom. Yes, I know, she's only one, you say. They aren't supposed to become toddler's until they are 15 months. Well, she's there. How do I know, you say. Well, she started really walking recently. She will just truck around like crazy. It's pretty funny. She'll hold things in her hands and walk around while holding them. She also has this strange new awareness of how the

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Ok, since Pat wants to know more about my boring life, I'm going to post some pics. I've been working full time and teaching 3 classes for the last two weeks and haven't had much time for anything, but here is a brief re-cap of Sophie's new passtime. She likes to climb stairs. I don't mean crawl up stairs, which she also loves, I mean climb. She will take your hands and walk up the stairs. She

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Ok, so ever since the Truck Stop of the Damned, I have entered a parallel universe. When I got home from Madison, there was a message on the machine from my dad saying that my sister (half sister) was moving to Utah to the most conservative city in the United States. I immediately called back and said "WTF!" The first thing I asked was "Is she joining a cult?" My dad didn't seem to think this was

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Ok, so this weekend we went to Madison. It rocked. We had such a great time, which is good, since it's the only vacation we are going to get. We got to meet all of Pat's neices and nephews...Sophie particularly liked this part of the trip. There were 5 kids running around and three dogs. She was basically in heaven. This could have gone either way, so I was glad that she just thrived in this

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Ok, it's been a few days, but I had this wacky ass dream about Dracula terrorizing my family. Michael thought I should write it down, so I am. Dracula was making prank phone calls to us and generally being a jerk. When I became aware of the dream, he had just killed my mom, which sucked, but I knew it was just a dream, so I wasn't too upset, since I knew she was ok. I tried to kill him with a

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The elephant butt I'm still not quite sure how to use this damn software, so there are two scary pictures of Sophie instead of one. It was supposed to be a haiku. ARG! 

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Crushes face against the glass 

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The Scary Baby 

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Ok, so I guess the point of a blog is to write more than every six months or so. I'm trying. Now that Sophie has really learned to entertain herself, I think I can do it. Maybe...see, she's learned to entertain herself, but she's also learned that she doesn't need to take a nap in the morning. This sucks. Oh well. Since Pat is the only person that reads my blog, it seems kind of nutty to even

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Cute, isn't she? 

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I knew she was going to be a punk and this just proves it. This is why I have a hard time dressing her in those cute vintage baby dresses my mother-in-law got her! 

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Life as a Gen-X Mom Thus Far...Ok, so I've got some pictures of Sophie on the page. That's worth something right? That's a good Gen-X mom thing to do. I am still doing other things, I just can't think of what they are at this point. I'm watching her eat the cord of the Mac keyboard I have given her to play with. She's already very smart about technology.So far, being a mother has once again

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Another picture of Sophie being nice to an animal. Ok, so it's stuffed, but none of its friends tried to eat my hair. 

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Being kind to animals is an important part of the revolution. Sophie is petting a goat. A friend of this goat ate my hair a little while later. It was a bit scary, but I made it. 

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Sophie is teaching Miles about the revolution. She's sharing the secrets of the soft block. Sharing is an important part of the revolution. 

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Sophie's head is perfect for revolutionary thinking. Nice and round. If nothing else we gave her a perfect head. 

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Sophie is an important part of the revolution. Here are some of her photos...if I can figure this out.

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Addendum to "Being armed" Today, I heard on the illustrious NPR or should I say MPR, they are a damned raquet out here in Minnesota, that no one bothered to read the gun bill before they signed it. The legislature is currently in a special session because of other crap they have managed to get themselves in to. Today, they are working on this gun bill. They are all terribly disappointed in some

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Being armed is not an important part of the revolution Recently, in Minnesota (the largest state of passive aggressive people known to man) the legislature passed a silly law called the "Personal Protection Law", otherwise known as the "Conceal and Carry" law. This is upsetting on so many levels. The first is that the senator that represents Northfield, Tom Neuville, voted for this bill. I have

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Why having super villains is part of the revolution So now I suppose you are wondering who the hell we would fight as superheroes. Well, the list is too long to print anywhere, but I'm going to give it a shot. Aside from the obvious Beady Eyed Cheney and The Notorious GWB, there are several characters whom we would defend our fair cities from. These are every day folks that we have all met along

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Superheroes are important to the revolution Ok, so superheroes aren’t really important to the revolution. And basically, I think the whole idea of heroes is a load of crap. Everyone has the power to be the best they can be, just some of us do it and others don’t. Lately, however, I’ve been thinking about my friends as superheroes. Just who are the Unmentionable superheroes? Here’s what I’ve come

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Flying is important to the revolution I am on a plane to Seattle. Wow! Fucking technology rules (MS word says this sentence is incorrectly phrased). Ok, technology mostly rules. I am excited to be on a plane and typing for the first time every. I would be more excited if the “h” key on my flimsy Dell keyboard had not fallen off the first time I opened my laptop. I hate Dells. I say this with

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Learning to cook is an important part of the revolution When I went to college I had no clue how to cook. My mom, bless her heart, thought that I would be ok, since I could read and was relatively good at following directions. As I quickly learned, any fool – well, almost any fool – can read a recipe and turn out something rather pleasant to eat. I was one of the fortunate fools, but I didn't

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This is my first post to this page. Duh! If I had posted something else, it would already be here. I have been inspired by my best friend A., who also has a blog. I'm sure it will not be as exciting as hers, but it's a place to post information on whatever random thoughts happen to cross my mind. I hope I figure out the comments thing quickly so that I can get a heated discussion going.

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