On Love and Pro Con Lists

Today. Amiright? On a scale of one to ten, ten being the kind of day that the pages of history have taught us are best spent lying in bed*, today was an 11 in the way that only a completely negative human being who really just wants an excuse to lie in bed and drink […]

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On Love and Pinteresting

There are a lot of things that I have learned in the last year (plus), one of those things being that I can rarely leave a depressing blog post up by it’s lonesome for more than 24 hours.  It makes me itchy.  I, unfortunately, have nothing hilarious to write about, except maybe the kindergarten yoga […]

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On Love and Car Seats

“Who is screaming?” Time was choppy like a scratched CD as I stared at the black Grand Prix flying towards me in my rear view mirror.  “I wish they would just shut the hell up.  I can’t concentrate.” Then everything pressed on me from behind — the seat, the air, the sound of squealing tires, […]

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On Love and Nitrous

“Are you comfortable?” the dentist asked me through his surgical mask. “You’re about to slice open my gums and remove my teeth.” I thought, “What person is going to be comfortable with that?  And I can’t see your face so stranger danger is definitely a cause for concern right now.”  I attempted to reach for my […]

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On Love and Linking In

I almost completely hate the movie “He’s Just Not That Into You” on the principal of “he’s just not that important” except for a small fondness for the part when Drew Barrymore says, “I had this guy leave me a voice mail at work so I called him at home and then he e-mailed me […]

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On Love and Boob Sweat

Today I remembered a promise I made to myself mid-way up a mountain in Central America on my “Climb with Carlos” (all rights officially the legal equivalent of seat-checked).  Because of that delusional, oxygen deprived promise to myself, I went to the gym.  There ain’t nothing you can do to make me break a promise to myself […]

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On Love y un Poco Más

“Un poco más…” Carlos assured me from under his classic cowboy hat. I was days into my volunteer trip to a coffee farm in Guatemala. A little more. A little more what? I began to wonder.  Just a little more until we reach the “finca de café” (coffee farm) owned by Filleberto and his son Carlos? […]

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On Love and Nothing Changing

Not too much has changed since I’ve gone off the deep end.  I feel generally the same.  No fantastic weight loss or a sudden diminishing of achey joints.  I haven’t seen the light, bought chickens or sold all my clothes that were made by slave children (though now that I’ve said that I feel kind […]

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