Gah! Eight babies!
But it's like a built-in rock band.
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A mouse in a house of catcalls
About Me
- Lisa
- NOVA via Ohio. Wannabe teacher - anthropologist at heart. Engaged. Some food issues. Let's see where this goes.
Sites to See
- Adventures in Wanting
- Bearing, Eating, Being
- Between Living and Existing
- Blogoxygen
- Building Beauty Beyond Body
- Center for College Affordability and Productivity
- Eating with your Anorexic
- ED Bites
- ED Deception
- Every Woman has an Eating Disorder
- I Hate to Weight
- Just Eat It!
- Marine Snow
- Shapely Prose
- Size Ate
- Sunday Confessional
- The F-Word
Blog Archive
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2009
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January
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- Hudda wha?
- Diagnosis
- Pow pow, I'm trigger-happy
- Oh hey guess what?
- Bored
- Ahhh babies
- Getting a grip
- Confused
- Uhhh ...
- Tantrum? At 22?
- Frustrated
- Just the facts, ma'am, part II
- Just the facts, ma'am
- Bah!
- Discomforted
- I've been thinking
- *$(%& Cold
- Things for which I am grateful
- Blood donor FAIL
- Note to self, part 858
- Swinging through the gates
- Kinship
- IT'S HERE
- This is my confession
- Surprise fail
- Further proof that I am a bad person
- The wintry mix, in Ohio, falls mainly on my thesis
- Cynicism, Ohio
- Note to self, part 857
- Not. Fair.
- Temporary
- The expected and the unexpected
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January
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2 comments:
...or baseball team
My mom's one of nine, but none of them were any good at pitching.
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