Before we had kids I had a job. My job rarely included travel with two exceptions. I spent a glorious choke weekend in downtown Minneapolis. I actually like Minneapolis but that downtown is scary on the weekends. It becomes what Oakland, California is pretty much all the time (sorry if you are from there–trying......
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I thought it would be apropos on this of all Hallows’ Eve to tell you my first brush with death in my Dead Series. I recently confessed to my less-than-cool childhood, I wanted to make another confession–one I only told my father about recently. My neighbour tried to kill me when I was about 9. Picture it, we......
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I did this once before when nobody but the dog was reading my blog. I am sure that everyone has random thoughts that furrow the brow. At least I hope so. If not, I suppose I will be institutionalized for the list I am about to present. Enjoy my final words and send KFC. If asbestos......
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I am a closet perfectionist. I know it is hard to tell by my lackadaisical writing style, but I am constantly obsessing about certain things. Not cleaning, because that’s just weird. Other things like the cupboard doors, the clothing hangers and anything hanging on the wall are a constant source of stress if they are......
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I am a nasty bitch in my head. I know you are saying, probably out loud, ‘You are exaggerating Kristine. I think you’re swell’. Maybe you didn’t say swell unless you are over 80, but still, you get the picture. No, I am truly a judgemental nasty person on the inside. On the outside,......
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