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100 Words
Day 16
3.25.07 at 12:19 pm
It’s been a long morning, with a persistent headache. Tylenol hasn’t even helped. Maybe it’s because I just finished writing 8 sponsored posts for my Ask Angel blog? That’s a lot to write at once, sure. But I like to get all my posts done for Ask Angel on the weekends so I can work on Demandez L’Ange during the week. Or maybe it is because Aubree has the worlds loudest high pitch squeal? Her squeal can make glass break, I swear. It’s the worst sound ever. Their are days when I wish I could gag her so she’ll stop.

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Day 15
3.24.07 at 10:18 pm
Know those days that it’s so rainy out that you could just climb in bed and sleep for the whole day? I am having one of those days. The thought of wrapping myself in some nice, warm blankets and cuddling into my bed makes me want to do it. If it wasn’t for the fact I have a toddler, I would probably consider it. The thought is awfully nice.

Maybe I can grab a nap with her when she lays down. If she does. She didn’t get up unusually early today. She slept until a normal time. Which is rare.

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Day 14
3.23.07 at 9:59 am
I just wanted to let everyone know that I do read all the comments [when I notice new ones]. Even though I don’t always comment back, I do visit the journals of everyone who comments. So if you thought I might have ignored your comment or something, I didn’t. I always return the favor by visiting your blogs in return. And I comment if I have something worth saying.

To fill in for the last 31 words, I was wondering if anyone has a nail biting problem? I’ve bit my nails since I was little. I can’t seem to stop.

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Day 13
3.22.07 at 11:05 pm
I’m extremely tired. I really wouldn’t be here, but I need to get my 100 words in for today, before today is over. It only took 13 days for it to feel like a chore. Tomorrow it won’t but today, with a headache and a need for sleep, it is.

If you’re female… then you probably know how much pap smears suck. Well, I get birth control [doing my part to not have anymore kids unless I choose otherwise some day far in the future] like many people do. Which means they are determined about my need for those, yearly.

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Day 12
3.21.07 at 9:54 am
Today Aubree’s getting her Easter pictures taken. I don’t think she really needs to get them done, but mom does. She got her a poofy dress [that looks kinda ugly. That and it’s a bit too short for how poofy it is.] with those little white gloves which are too big for her hands, and a cute hat and purse.

The only point in owning a dress like that would be if she went to church or something. Considering the fact that I’m not religious and I’m not raising Aubree as religious… she has no real need for this dress.

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Day 11
3.20.07 at 11:20 am
Ode To The Oreo Cookie

The thought of you, makes me drool. Whether you’re the original oreo or a store imitation brand. Their’s nothing like opening you up, to lick the crème out. Then to dip your chocolaty goodness into milk and slurping your now softened cookie outerness.

Their is no one time of day to eat you. A quick nibble before the toddler gets out of bed, an after lunch snack, or sneak one right before bed.

The only thing that I must say I regret. You tend to add an extra ten pounds of fat to my… butt.

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