I love CCR.

Lookin' Out My Backdoor came on the oldies station just before noon today, as I drove to work.
I turned off the a/c, rolled down the windows and let the hot, Georgia-summer air blow across my skin and ruffle my hair.

The last line of the song never fails to give me a lump in my throat.
"Bother me tomorrow, today I'll buy no sorrows."

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There’s this book in the teen section of our public library. The cover has a little warning label that says the material is intended for “Older Teens.” It’s about biker babes who catch criminals on the side while wearing leather Daisy Dukes and shredded, metal-studded halters over their heaving double D’s.

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I can’t find my damn keys!
What did I do with my stupid purse?
Where the hell is my bra?
Have you seen my freakin’ debit card??
It's lost...again.

I misplace things. Things I use every day, things I need to have close at hand. Pen caps and sippy cups, cell phones and birth control pills, I am constantly losing important pieces of my puzzle. Other ( Read more... )

 Balancing personal expression and friends-list sensibilities in determining content.

In college I wrote a paper about identity. Specifically, how I found it scary to just be myself and much simpler to slip, chameleon-like, into the colors of the people around me. I was proud of the ability, if not the social anxiety that predicated it, but my ( Read more... )

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My life has been feeling a little off lately so, maybe I need to this year.

I Resolve To...
*Enjoy my beautiful children more and worry about making them respectable citizens less.
*Work on acceptance and joy instead of disappointment and struggling with who I am and what happens in my life. 
*Remember the birthdays of my family and friends... before ( Read more... )

Dammit.

Honey Jasmine, the accidental-doggie, is missing. We put her out last night about midnight to go to the bathroom and we haven't seen her since.

My son keeps toddling to the door and saying "Jazz? Jazz? Oof oof?" which means "Where is my doggie-friend Jasmine? Can't the oof oof come back inside?" We keep calling for her but no luck yet. I ( Read more... )