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Eclectic Tales: May 2007
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An eclectic collection of true tales. Wednesday, May 30, 2007. The girls grew to be women and married. The fact that my father was over-seas frequently afforded us the opportunity to live here on several different occasions. My mother and her friend were able to continue their relationship during those times. When I was 4 years old, we all lived in the same cul. Sac in the same little fishing village my mother grew up in. Our communal lives made it seem like we were one huge family. Time passes and peopl...
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Medieval Woman: August 2006
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006. Queer Eye for the Dutchman. The Dutchman walked in the other night and said that he wants to dress more "shabby chic" (we watch too much HGTV and we really like "Designer Guys") - so, we're going school shopping to buy him new funky professor clothes after he gets paid. We're also going to buy me these swanky shoes and. Posted by medieval woman @ 10:40 AM. Saturday, August 26, 2006. Who is your critic crush? And how is this obvious. To a 21st-cent. reader? 3) I find her to be ...
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Eclectic Tales: Delicate Matters
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An eclectic collection of true tales. Tuesday, January 22, 2008. I was blessed to have dark, almost black, luxuriant hair with twinkling red highlights. As a young girl, my friends liked to brush and 'fix' it. As a pubescent youth nature maintained that pattern of luxuriant growth in other places. As this was the correct and natural process of growing I put little thought into the improvements my body was going through, excepting the desire to have big boobs! Again, I was lucky to have cabiles. They sugg...
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Eclectic Tales: Promises Promises
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An eclectic collection of true tales. Wednesday, February 20, 2008. I know. I know. I promised a saga of epic proportions. Work has been a rat's nest of drama clouding my creative juices. I have so much emotion swirling around inside of me that I have become preoccupied with this situation which is just too raw to write about at this moment. So, I will treat you to a horror story of Employment Past. I do have an incident that wins the Boss Asshole Coward of the Year Award. I said, "Yes he did! I told him...
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Eclectic Tales: December 2007
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An eclectic collection of true tales. Saturday, December 22, 2007. My father returned from Korea just before Christmas in 1957. He had received orders transferring him to Abilene, Texas. I had begun the first grade and this was the first of many times I would be leaving a school mid-year and moving during the holiday season. It was also the first of many times I would have to re-acquaint myself with my father after a long absence. The trip to Texas was uneventful, other than experiencing unknown. By day ...
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Eclectic Tales: March 2008
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An eclectic collection of true tales. Thursday, March 27, 2008. I could barely contain my excitement. I nodded my head in the affirmative as I struggled to maintain my composure. We agreed on a time and I returned to work. Thankfully, during this era of the 70's, jeans were the new formal wear. A sexy top, platform sandals and I was set. And maybe smoke one? He didn't have to twist my arm with that request. He put Jackson Browne on, poured us a drink and rolled a pin joint. Smiling, he lit it up and ...
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Eclectic Tales: June 2007
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An eclectic collection of true tales. Monday, June 25, 2007. The Strange Case of the Missing Egg. My husband yelled, waking me up from a nice snugly. Nap He was in the kitchen when I heard him exclaim. What the hell is this? As I struggled to clear the cobwebs of sleep from the brain, I stumbled into the kitchen and asked, "What's the matter? Can't you smell that? You're burning the eggs! Glanced around the kitchen, looking for blown up egg bits. Bobbing up and down in front of the litter pan. With a...
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Eclectic Tales: April 2008
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An eclectic collection of true tales. Monday, April 14, 2008. Pirate sheepishly walked around the living room picking up the buttons from his shirt the next morning. I can't believe I ripped my shirt off like that," he laughed. Island in his Boston Whaler. Each day and night was different and exciting. The more time we spent together, the more his story became clear. Islands seemed like such a little thing, plus it provided that extra surge of adrenalin. Needed to make his life exciting. In this regard c...
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Eclectic Tales: Pirate of the Carribbean
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An eclectic collection of true tales. Friday, February 29, 2008. Pirate of the Carribbean. His blue bedroom eyes lazily caressed my face causing me to blush furiously and look away. He nodded and smiled as my cousin J introduced us. Pirate was a shrimp boat captain, my cousin his striker. They had just come in from a trip, both men, swarthy and muscled from working the nets on the sunny seas looked better than Johnny Depp. Ever had a right to. I exclaimed, in mock horror. She went on to say. Since Pirate...
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Eclectic Tales: Smuggler's Cove
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An eclectic collection of true tales. Friday, March 07, 2008. I lived in a cinder block apartment with black linoleum floors and an oil burning furnace. It was furnished in Early American Orangecrate. Outside of my king size. Which saw little to no action, I had a cable spool as a coffee table, earthquake pillows for seating and stained tea crates as end tables. My only source of entertainment was my stereo/radio and books. Became overpowering, I would surprise. He needed me to wait for him while get got...
