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  • By Babyslime
  • 30 January, 2007
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January 28th: 10am. 10pm. She didn’t move from this box ALL FREAKING DAY.


Project 365 January 26th: It doesn’t feel right putting up any other picture but Pumpkin’s, even though it is a few years old. January 27th: For a change of pace, I’m going to do a 365 video instead of a 365 photo. Xan has become ticklish. As a side note: … Continue Reading →


I cried myself to sleep last night. I feel more closure with Pumpkins’ death than I did with Moe, but… but but. I don’t know. What’s to say that isn’t painfully obvious? I held my hands to Pumpkin’s face and whispered prayers for her next incarnation and a guide for … Continue Reading →


Pumpkin died this afternoon after she was hit by a car outside our house. Three women came to the door to tell me, and when I ran out she had dragged herself to our gate where she lay in shock. I got a towel to cover her, and called Curtis. … Continue Reading →


Do you know what temperature it’s been the last few days? 11 degrees. ELEVEN! That makes me so happy. It’s no longer negative! No more snow! At 3:30pm my house was 66F inside and the heat had only come on once. I’m grateful, because I am SICK of spending $200 … Continue Reading →


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  • By Babyslime
  • 22 January, 2007
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You know the Bible 72%!   Wow! You are truly a student of the Bible! Some of the questions were difficult, but they didn’t slow you down! You know the books, the characters, the events . . . Very impressive! Ultimate Bible QuizCreate MySpace Quizzes No one is more surprised … Continue Reading →


I had no idea that kissing in your sleep was the gateway drug for sleep raping and murdering of small babies. I’ll be sure to keep a gun under my pillow from now on. Really. Sometimes a kiss is just a kiss. For those who haven’t read my diary from … Continue Reading →


Curtis talks in his sleep. He used to do it more often but the occurances have slowed down since we’ve had kids. I’m not quite sure why that is. Anyway…