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The Blue Bomb
The car I will always associate with my dad is a blue 1968 Ford Falcon station wagon. It’s the car he drove when I was a little kid. He kept driving it after I grew up. It had a few … Continue reading →
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Tagged Austin Peay, Automobile, dads, fathers, just write, life lessons, postaweek2011, Valet parking
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Male Dichanatomy
This is PG-13. You have been warned. I recently wrote a post about going to Washington, D.C. titled My Political Education. I meant it to be a humorous take on a particular trip to our nation’s capitol when I was … Continue reading →
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Tagged anatomy, Anthony Weiner, penis, postaweek2011, Washington DC
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A Reasonable Explanation
On a slightly unseasonably warm fall afternoon I found myself in the type of situation that usually only exists in ,uh, situational or romantic comedies. Chrisie and I were dating, but not yet engaged. Between classes, she came by and … Continue reading →
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Tagged assumptions, Blood, Engagement ring, funny stories, Girlfriend, health, indiscretion, just write, nosebleed, other woman, postaday2011, relationships
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White Spots
As far back as I can remember, people have asked me a specific question. The wording is only ever slightly different and I dread hearing it. I usually know when someone is about to ask it, because they do a … Continue reading →
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Tagged fingernails, just write, Leukonychia, nails, postaweek2011, self-conciousness, Zinc deficiency
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My Political Education
Like many teenagers, I didn’t take much interest in politics. It seemed a boring subject that only adults wanted anything to do with. That all changed my sophomore year when I had a slight political awakening. Even though I took … Continue reading →
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Tagged Al Gore, Government, just write, life lessons, Member of Congress, politics, postaweek2011, Tennessee, United States Congress, Washington D.C.
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Just an Apple
I’m the youngest grandchild on both sides of my family. On my dad’s side, I was the eighth grandchild. You’d think this entitled me to loads of special treatment and doting. You’d be wrong (well, I did get special treatment and … Continue reading →
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Tagged Apple, family, family interactions, family relationships, family tree, just write, life lessons, postaweek2011, Tree
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Hangin’ With the Big Kids
I can’t remember the first time I tried to be cool and fit in, but I do remember the first time I thought I was actually pulling it off. I was ten or so and we were visiting family. I’m … Continue reading →
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Tagged growing up, just write, life lessons, Pinball, pizza, postaweek2011, quarters, relatives
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This is Going to Hurt
When I was a sophomore in high school, there was a girl (isn’t there always?), and I was quite taken with her.We were both in band so I spent most of the summer between my freshman and senior year working … Continue reading →
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Tagged band, band trips, dating, holding hands, just write, life lessons, postaweek2011, relationships
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My Theory of Wishes
I was sitting around with friends one night when one of them asked, “Have you ever had that weird experience where you wished for something and it seemed to come true right afterwards?” Some of us indicated that we had … Continue reading →
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Tagged concern, just write, life lessons, postaweek2011, theories, wishes, wishing
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Unknown Soldiers
I would say that I’d never forget my first visit to Washington, D.C. except that I totally forgot all of it. Well, I do have one memory: a dead fish floating in a river (that I tell people was the … Continue reading →
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