Tag: Susan
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The stuff they don’t tell you
Ok, I’m sure that’s not true – runners will talk about anything and everything. But I’ll tell you the unexpected stuff I faced during the Thunder Road Marathon (and training for said marathon.) First, the blood. Yes, blood. Okay, not a lot of blood. But when I got back to the hotel room after the…
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An end of an era
Today, I will admit I am a bit sad. One of my closest friends, my partner in crime on many occasions, is stopping by my house to pick up some of her things before she moves to Cincinnati this weekend. Things she left during craft days and bicycle days and writing days and painting days.…
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Just another Monday night at the strip club …
My reasons for never having been to a strip club never had anything to do with upstanding morals or judgments or values. Nope. The reason I’d never been to a strip club is it seems like every time it came up as a possibility – someone in my group (always a female) would shoot down…
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On bad public bathrooms
My brother decided to start an enlightening discussion on his blog recently about memorable places to, uhm, do your business. You can read all about that here if you want. As you will see in the comments, it got me thinking not about what goes on so much in the bathrooms but about the bathrooms…
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Life, going down the right tube
This is by no means meant to be a synopsis of my year – in fact, I’m leaving out some of the biggest stuff on purpose. Just a few random tidbits about time and how we choose to pass it. Thoughts on 2008: – In February I decided to chop my hair off and go…
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Four Meme
Amy tagged me for a meme and I’ve been awful on blogging this holiday season … so here’s a start to 2009! Four places I go over and over again: Peak Fitness Starbucks Harris Teeter Borders Four people who mail me regularly: Chris Michael Amy Colleen Four of my favorite places to eat, (apart from…
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I lead a double life. I am secretly a superhero.
It all started with a ring. A birthday gift from Erin, who sent me a very appropriate piece of jewelry to help me celebrate my 30th birthday: a ring, made from an M key on a typewriter. The perfect gift for a writer. And me, deeming myself clever, had a conversation with my clever partner…
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The time I fainted in the piercing parlor
A memory In keeping with this week’s theme of body mutilation, I give you the story of the time I got my nose pierced. Susan and I are shopping one day when I mention that the piercing place next door is supposedly THE place to get pierced in Charlotte. I have only bought jewelry from…
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Flashing boobs at wedding guests and other horrors
A memory It is 2004, September 04. The day of my wedding. Any stress that goes along with planning one’s wedding had escaped me the day before, as I sat at Aunt Josies’ at my bridesmaids’ luncheon surrounded by Mom, Mia (my grandmother), my sister Jenny, my aunt and cousins and bridesmaids – basically, all the…
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I hate change.
When I was a sophomore in high school I had it all. Great friends that I had grown up in the town I’d lived in since I was 3, a great social life that included hanging out with BFF Amy literally every day, and great times in the neighborhood with more friends and family. Then…