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About Me
- S.
- Mom, spouse, friend, small business owner, knitter, gardener, [converted] Jew
How we do things 'round here (read both, please)
My life in list form
May 1st, 2007
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- You'd think
- Imagination and satisfaction
- A picture for the pixies
- It all depends on your point of view
- This car stuff keeps dragging on
- Woodlands and woods
- Brainstorm with me
- Weaning
- This one's going out for Co
- James Joyce, eat your heart out.
- Playing
- Driving in our car, car
- 100 things
- Oops! (Making up the numbers)
- I am your only hope
- Strangely...
- The view from two.
- Politics makes smart people dumb
- Car update
- House of books
- Carnival tubes of fun
- The original Mother's Day poem
- Depression
- Who's reading today?
- Sentences you can't believe you're saying
- Dealing with things
- Week of firsts
- One that didn't quite fit the list
- I am, I am, I am Superman, and I know what’s happe...
- Braless
- Just one link away
- Content lite
- Accident update
- I'm okay, but...
- Blogging Against Disablism, One Day Late
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4 comments:
That's funny, I thought you were ess.
Zing.
When I corrected Z. this afternoon, saying "I am, You are," she responded with "R is for Rosa" (pseudonym of girl in her infant/toddler class.)
"I'm are" could also be read as a kind of collectivist battlecry. If you look real close.
Hmm. I'm imagining a toddler collective. Devoted to parallel play? It would certainly have a battlecry.
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