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Old Passwords
So I generally use the same passwords for everything. When trying to log into something I haven't logged into in a long time my plan is to remember when I made the account and what password I was using at that point in my life. It's always worked. Until now ( Read more... ) -
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Joshua never checks his mail, so I do it for him, after we missed a series of family events because they sent invitations to him and not me. So this morning I go to check Joshua's e-mail and there's a letter from his aunt Virginia. It started out as a touching story about John McCain's time as a POW. Now, though McCain is not my candidate, I have ( Read more... ) -
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Sylvia has discovered MGM musicals. She has been content to sit in her highchair for the better part of an hour drinking soymilk and munching on her brunch of finger foods such as little crackers and cheese, a fruit cup, and a gerber cereal bar... while watching An American in Paris while I've been cleaning. Usually when I clean in other rooms she ( Read more... ) -
SYTYCD
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So as I mentioned yesterday, my mom got home last night. We had to go to the airport to pick her up. Since we were all wearing pajamas, I had to dress Sylvia and myself. I dressed Sylvia and put her down to play, telling her we'd get shoes downstairs, and went to dress myself ( Read more... ) -
Sylvia update!
Sylvia has known for some time that pushing buttons = something happens.
Her latest discovery is that she can turn the TV on and off. Which means that her favorite game is running into the room and turning off the television when my brother is playing Wii games. I scold her with phrases like "that's not polite" and "don't touch that" and if she's ( Read more... ) -
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I hold tight, and I do my work.
I make posters for good causes.
Even if they get torn up, I make them,
even though we live in a country
where theory falls silent in the face of fact,
where progress can be reversed overnight,
where the enemy has stolen everything, our own words from us,
I hold tight, and not to my painting ... not only to that.
Pick any ( Read more... )