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In my life, why do I smile at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?*

When I was in High School, I was pretty much the biggest outcast you can possibly imagine. My family was at the time living in a small town in central Michigan, where I attended a school that was quite literally surrounded on every side by enormous tracts of cornfield. The students of my school were overwhelmingly average, white, middle-class kids who were destined for average, white, middle-class jobs and lives that I had no doubt they would be quite content with...

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  • Mass media convergences (subtitle: I really, really need a nap (and probably one or several drinks))

    Typing on a computer from the comfort and safety of your couch at home? EASY. Having a television crew come into your home and make you talk and answer questions and think (ouch!), and move from here to there and pretend to type on your computer and be filmed "looking natural" and stuff? HARD...

  • I won't have what she's having

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    I'd like to take a moment and talk about Meg Ryan. Humor me. Remember this Meg? The pouty, long-faced, imperfect-yet-somehow-impossibly-cute-as-a-button Meg? The one from back in her When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless In Seattle, You've Got Mail heyday? Back when she looked, errm, normal and a human being of this planet earth? ...

  • My heart wants to explode far away

    Some days it seems it's impossible to not just wake up and from minute zero be in a funk. Today is one of those days, I fear...

  • Because I don't spend enough time on the internet already...

    I've created a linkblog that I'll be updating daily with random bits, videos, photos, links, and the miscellaneous detritus I come across everyday on the internet that I have nowhere else to put...

  • I'll be right here

    In 1982 I was twelve years old. And I was completely obsessed with the movie E.T.

    Obsessed, as in see it eleven times in the theater and collect mountains of useless trading cards based on the film. I vaguely recall fretting over weekly box office returns as well, not because the movie wasn't making ludicrous bank, but rather because in my mind it was absolutely vital that E.T. make more money than any movie ever made in the history of all moviedom, thereby securing its rightful place in the filmic pantheon as The Officially Confirmed Best Movie EVAR...

  • Summertime, and the living is geeky

    The next couple of weeks are going to be rough. Just warning you now, just putting it out there like a PSA. Preschool ended for M on Friday, and there are three long weeks stretching out ahead of us until we hit the promised land of YMCA camp (which I'm so geeked for -- not simply because it'll give me a break from 24/7 childcare, but because I never went to anything like a day camp as a child... I'm bordering on jealous. Crafts! Popsicles! Running around like a crazy person in flip-flops all day! Man, that's The Life!). And judging from yesterday's trial-run of Stay-At-Home-Summer, the three weeks ahead look like something out of Laurence Of Arabia: arid, expansive, and bleak, smelling of sweat and sandy grit. I feel like I'm getting a case of the heat stroke just thinking about it...

  • Mommy's little goofball

    mjgp.jpgShe's definitely a little comedian. This is the best shot I could get of her yesterday morning -- the least ridiculously hamming funny face of the lot. Hard to believe, huh?...

  • Losing weight and motherhood: u r doing it wrong

    This morning I am a failure at everything.

    First, I wake up and weigh myself (a feat which, in and of itself, was emotionally equivalent to completing the Bataan Death March-like trudge to a gynecologist or dentist appointment) only to find I weigh exactly what I did a week ago. Not even a smidgen of change. I literally kept hopping off and rebooting the digital scale, then hopping back on, hoping this was some sort of hilarious malfunction. As if the scale might suddenly morph into a fur-coated, Muppet-like version of itself, blink at me, and chuckle heartily with it's red felt mouth-like orifice: "Just kidding, Ms. Tracey! Actually, you've lost four pounds! Yay Ms. Tracey!!!" And then pink puffy clouds and rainbows and glitter would spray forth from its undercarriage, coating me in feel-good self-contentment and pride.

    Needless to say, this did not happen...

  • Everything's gonna get lighter, even if it never gets better

    I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself today. Near as I can tell, it's just a confluence of minor irritants including but not limited to a smidgen of insomnia, this unabating blasted cold, a touch of loneliness, and some very abstract, vague sadness I can't put my finger on. Not uncharted territory, but nonetheless, I'm a bit down as a result...

  • Landmark

    I haven't mentioned something kind of important relative to the whole Weight Loss Challenge matter, something I suppose I probably should. Sometimes it seems a bit imprudent to tell the internet all your personal bidness.

    Sometimes I feel like I should hold back from you, seeing how "you" -- the grand, sweeping collective "you" -- contains dear friends and delightful strangers, but also weirdos and off-the-chart crazies (and believe me, I've encountered innumerable folk who fall into all those categories, and some in-between). I go back and forth all the time about how much truly personal information I should be putting out, broadcasting to anyone and everyone with an internet connection, but lately I'm of the mind that I should be sharing more...

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