As a matter of fact, I do have too much time on my hands.....
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This address in a small Midwestern factory town was the launching pad for a life that has been messy, painful, Catholic, overseas, underpaid, in denial, in recovery, coming out, standing up, increasing glorious (if flawed), and under construction for over 50 years.
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- All's well, except for the slouching
- That went well...didn't it?
- Well, I've had my morning workout...
- Maybe the cheddar line should stand...
- Realizations and rumblings.
- Up in the air
- Turn the beat around....
- Shwea walks! Jennifer kills!
- What did Shwea do to deserve this?!
- So much for my theory of the Elks...
- Stop me before I blog again!
- ARRRRRRGH!
- Dog paw, car cleaning, phone interview, comedy
- How's this?
- Bucky's a bigot?!
- "Wicked bummer," as we never said in Wisconsin
- The cleaning lady is taking her sweet time
- Couldn't I just win the lottery or something?
- Wracked with ambivalence yet again
- "Today later," eh?
- My luck, she is holding....
- Happy Day!
- Does this work for you?
- Is this a pathetic pup, or what?
- What the?!
- Oh my....
- Jehovah's Witnesses, thoughtless employers, and he...
- My days of "bouncing back" are behind me
- More good news
- Success on The Comedy front!
- The show's the thing
- The party? It was fabulous!
- The Magic 8 Ball called it....
- Happy Fourth!?
- Footloose and fancy free? I WISH!
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