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Right, so the awards must go on. Here are my five picks for Rockin’ Girl Bloggers (in alpha order):
Recovering Baptist over at Martini Ministry. Honest to God, reading her blog has made me shed tears of laughter. She has a knack for exposing human weakness in the funniest possible way. Be sure to check out [...]
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Woo Hoo! So I’m, like, a kick ass Rockin’ Girl Blogger now (thanks to WLFG). My first (self-decreed) order of business as a Rockin’ Girl Blogger was to design an alternate award badge for Rockin’ Girls everywhere because this particular Rockin’ Girl Blogger cringes at the sight of centered Times New Roman and the usage [...]
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Last night I dreamt that I was back working at the very first advertising agency that ever hired me. Apparently, the company saw fit to take me back even after the falling out I had with the president of the company. Right away I was back to my old shenanigans fucking everything up. In my [...]
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It’s official. Sean is a real certified DJ at WOMR with his own slot and his own show using his own name. We’re so proud. You really should listen to his show, not because he’s my husband and I’m pushy, but because radio has died a little (a lot, actually). Have you listened to commercial [...]
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Let’s get something straight. I am not a Technogeek.
As a matter of fact, as technology advances I’m probably leaning more toward being a Technophobe than anything. I don’t do video or computer games. The last time there was a game system out that I felt comfortable with was probably Nintendo proper. I don’t experience uncontrollable [...]
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In many ways, shacking up at my in-laws while visiting Jersey is a crapshoot. I married into the typical, large Irish household, and putting it kindly; it’s always been a very (eh hem) active household. With two teenage girls still living there and a constant procession of friends marching through at all hours of the [...]
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“I hate stupid people.”
“Well that’s nothing new.”
“I hate them more than usual today.”
“That’s better.”
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You know, it’s somewhat sad when one considers a brief trip to see my clinically insane family and get a tooth drilled four states away a relaxing vacation. Yet comparably, it is.
Now that I’m home (and I’ve been properly inundated with files and deadlines) I’ve not had the time to shower, change my clothes, or [...]
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Fuck you Grammar Check. If you’re going to insult my writing skills with your ostentatious green scribbled lines, the least you can do is suggest a suitable replacement you arrogant prick.
I. HATE. YOU. Now, let’s go make out.
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As I sit here on my mother-in-law’s deck listening to the sounds of police sirens in the background, I’m reminded of when Sean and I got married. We ended up getting married at this house, choosing to elope after only about 1 month of bothersome maternal meddling in our originally planned destination wedding. I have [...]
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