…for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health until death do us part. I have kept my vows, at least most of them. Well, maybe only half of them but it’s not my fault.
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…for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health until death do us part. I have kept my vows, at least most of them. Well, maybe only half of them but it’s not my fault.
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I don’t usually do reviews on my blog. I love to cook and have used a variety of pots and pans. I am a big fan of cast iron and stainless steel because they can be used at high temperatures and don’t scratch easily. That being said, simple meals on no-stick pans makes sense. Me writing about no-stick doesn’t but me writing about NoStick does if you give me a chance and read on.
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At least that’s what I have felt for the last year. What used to pop into my head and rattle around until it was ready to be assembled into a blog post has been nowhere to be found. Once in a while there would be something, but that something was really nothing but a longing to have something come out of what popped into my head, but nothing popped into my head that was anything close to becoming something. I am not sure you can write a blog on not being able to write a blog because you have nothing without creating a blog that is a lot of nothing trying to masquerade as something. I still believe I have something to say…
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“I hope your children treat you the same way you treat us, then you will understand,” is something many parents say to their kids. As a kid I thought to myself, “I hope so too.” I knew that I was the best example of what it is to be the perfect son. Unlike my parents I had a complete understanding of how the world worked and the appropriate behavior for said world. I was rarely wrong and when I was wrong the cause rested solely on the actions of my sister or my parents. When raising my kids I dreamed that they too would be perfect like me because I only did wrong when my parents and sister caused me to do wrong. I came the conclusion that I, as a perfect kid, would become a perfect parent and therefore could not cause my kids to do wrong. Also, I as a perfect parent, could not raise children in a way that could cause their siblings to do wrong.
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Twas the night before blog post, when all through my brain,
Not an idea was stirring, I was going insane;
The laptop was open, I sat in my chair,
In hopes that prose would soon fill the air;
Other bloggers nestled all snug in their beds,
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It has been a busy week. I only had enough time to repost something I found from years ago. Not much time to reflect, not much time to even take a breath. The lack of oxygen and rest at that time and now, could be the reason that the only moment I had to sit and think led me to come to the conclusion that my hair has its own doctrine.
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