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diary of a very angry housewife: August 2004
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"diary of a very angry housewife
The Journal and the Journey...
I am less the "angry" housewife, more the diarist.
Soon, I may not be a housewife at all...
Sunday, August 22, 2004
posted by Vickster @ 11:26 PM
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MSN Encarta - Quiz - Geographic Extremes%3A How Well Do You Know the World%3F
Here is a site on extremes.
I was extremely angry when I found out about Hub's removal of his wedding ring.
And for how long he kept it off.
And where he kept it.
Makes me kind of wonder what was going on when he decided to take it off.
Was it drive-through, " Dear "?
Or pick-up?
The best revenge is living well.
So I will.
Where was I last time we had a nice, long Blog, O Gentle Reader?
Oh, yes...
I was becoming more "interesting" to the boy-next-to-next-door.
When I went to Elementary School, I veered off to the right from my house.
But when I went to High School, I walked in front of his place.
To the left.
I was tall and thin. Tallest in my class for years.
I was a runner. Track & Field. Cross-Country.
I wore my hair 70's style. Long and straight, sometimes a barrel-curl.
Glasses. Yeah. Some pimples, too. I thought I was sooo ugly.
But someone was noticing me.
In grade 8, I found myself a circle of friends like me, learned to dress and put on make-up right, and started to feel like I was fitting in.
In grade 9, it was like someone sprayed on me with neon paint that only boys could see.
"Here she is!"
"Whisper into her ear!"
"Whisper into her phone!"
"Hug her, Kiss her, Squeeze her!"
But before all that ruckus, I was flattered to be noticed.
One summer day that year, I was playing Badminton on the street with my fr"
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