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From: Samuel Pollard
Subject: [Javaweb-submit] flawed chunk
Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2006 18:55:04 +0300
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I have tons of interesting things I'm talking about and don't have time to bring up here. This is the best, though, the best I've ever taken. Everett and I loved that place. But this sure is a fun way to get there.
It was on the web site and emblazoned in our mental calendars and mentioned off-handedly to friends and colleagues, symbol of our ability to cope, secret to our last shred of inner sanctity.
Can I be a more present mama?
Soon after I left that job, I started making demands of bosses. When I left that job, it was because my new role as mama didn't fit in with the demands of my bosses. I plan to write about many of them over at Slashfood, and many more of them here. " and he solemnly, yet brightly, answered, "OK! Then, Everett was born, and life went on. Where do we draw the line between his obligations at home and his desire to save humanity? If you'd rather just read my posts, you can find them here. When has he committed enough to the world?
"Emmett," built to withstand the indignity of tummy-time, round-faced.
You have been emailing me with preschool information, and asking me about a business plan for Play Cafe. I fall in love, too hard, with these establishments. The second reference didn't mention me by name, nor did it appear widely across the nation.
As my senior year Comp-lit teacher used to say, my Internet lifestyle has come full circle. But how do we know when to say when?
And expect more content here. It's exciting, and makes her feel as if she's really doing something.
Everyone was ambivalent, about work, leaving children, pumping.
My expenses are very low.
I've come up with a theory these past few weeks - that attention deficit disorder truly describes something entirely other than what we think it describes. Sure, we can all donate stuffed animals we never wanted and clothes our kids have grown out of.
It was on the web site and emblazoned in our mental calendars and mentioned off-handedly to friends and colleagues, symbol of our ability to cope, secret to our last shred of inner sanctity.
We can donate cash and canned food and blankets. I wished I had something prepared, some anecdote or advice request that would demonstrate my commitment to this community.
And I, I too, will lose it.
Yes I will respond eventually. One month, newspaper covered the windows, the family who sold rice bowls and ice cream cones out the takeout window packed up and left. Every time we walked past, Everett would ask, "can we go IN there?
I rounded the corner onto Division and headed past Stumptown, and knew I could keep going.
Expect me to update my woefully old blogroll, and add in new photos, and finally complete all those half-written posts.
I did it all from the world of a mama.
Their lease was always month-to-month. My toes were getting achy, and my legs were registering the repetitive trauma, but my lungs felt wonderful.


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