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One of the girls in church has been searching for a prom dress. Prom is in... two weeks? She was complaining that she didn't like anything (I understand this sentiment), and I said... hey, I have a closet full of formal dresses. Why don't you come over?
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I'm doing the gym thing again. And I have a trainer this time. Honestly, he gave me "at home" workouts and my thighs are still burning from two days ago. Yeah. But he's already kicking my butt. I don't care about weight loss so much, but I really want to tone up. And I'd like to go up a flight of stairs without losing my breath (I think this ( Read more... ) -
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I was chatting with someone yesterday about a situation that occurred in kindergarten that caused me to stop talking to people. Like, for the rest of my life. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized there were other incidents that year that contributed to my "just shut up and close yourself off" personality. Being a kid isn't entirely ( Read more... ) -
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Who wants to see the results of Samantha's hair restoration? I know you do!
Her hair went through two washings, a fabric softener soak, and then a steam. At this point it would have been cheaper to just bring her in for a professional restoration, but then I wouldn't be able to brag, would I? (Besides, now I own a steamer.)
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My American Girl doll, Samantha, has been sitting in my room for a few months now. I found my stuff in a bin in the basement, and she just needed to be in my room. Then one of my friends posted instructions on wig-cleaning online, and I stared at Samantha. And I realized (not for the first time) that her hair was kind of ratty ( Read more... ) -
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Returning to the gym, day 1: Wanted to pass out.
It's, like, a real gym, with free weights instead of those dorky machines I love, so I stuck to the treadmill and the elliptical. Twenty minutes later, I'm walking up the stairs to the locker rooms and my head is pounding and fuzzy ( Read more... ) -
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So... I impulse bought a gym membership?
Lately I've been antsy and needing to move, and I always have this underlying fear that I'm going to get fat. I was waiting until the spring to start biking/jogging/something, but my area is awful (no sidewalks/shoulders) so I probably wouldn't. So I joined a gym ( Read more... ) -
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I can't talk about rape. I can't read about it. It makes me physically angry; I want to punch things. And now it's all over the news, and the entire situation pisses me off. Because, yet again, we're victim blaming. And people talk like this is something new; like it doesn't happen all the time. Like there aren't hundreds of other victims out there ( Read more... ) -
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Anyone who's ever attended my church would know that Pastor was saved on March 10, 1985. It was the proudest moment of his life, the day he accepted Christ. It changed everything. So when I wrote my tithe check this morning I smiled a little, writing the date, and it hurt because he couldn't be here to spend all of service talking about it-because ( Read more... ) -
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I am getting over the weirdest cold/sickness thing. I wasn't even sick. But I had this awful sore throat for, like, three days. That was it. Trouble swallowing and all that. (Did I go to the doctor? Nah.) I almost called out sick on Thursday because I literally could not swallow anything without being in excruciating pain, but I went anyway. Bad ( Read more... )