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    <description><![CDATA[Me?  You want to know about me?  Really? You are in for a treat....

I am a graphic designer, closet poet, and a wannabe knight.

During the day I'm a creative director for ME and by night I fight crime.

I train at a CrossFit facility and LOVE it.

I look 12, but I'm not (you should have seen what I looked like when I was 12)

I hate being called KIDDO (but sometimes it's sweet)]]></description>
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      <title>MMMMMM.....Maui</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 13:35:09 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>BUSY, oh boy</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[I've been busy. Too busy to write... anything.  I suppose that it is a good thing. I am making money (cha-ching).  My advertising campaign has come through again and the phone and email line is out the door.

Anyway...I am now in my 6th month of Crossfit. My back no longer hurts all night. My sleep is peaceful. My swayback is gone. My head is clear. My belly is hungry (and I feed it of course).  I am at peace with the world (well, maybe not).

My day started out terrible. I awoke in a terrible mood. My kids woke up grumpy.  I was too tired to work out at 6am. I have a horrid project that needed my attention today and everything that could go wrong, did go wrong- plus a few. I was busy working hard, trying to concetrate on my shit project, when I let my dog in from outside.  Then suddenly I realized she had stepped in SHIT and was walking on my freshly shampood carpet! ARG..... So much for getting anything done.  

Thank goodness my afternoon went a little smoother- I had a meeting with a motivational speaker.  A sure way to clear up any cloudy day.

And then I realized, it was Wednesday.... a text message kindly reminded me to buy Matthew Good Tickets! Yay! Thank you for touring the United States! See you in March.  You made my day. 

Ticketmaster SUCKS....conspiracy.  Tomorrow, I will wake up early, crossfit is at 6am.... ]]></description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 17:34:06 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>re·build</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[re·build

1. to repair, esp. to dismantle and reassemble with new parts: to rebuild an old car.  
2. to replace, restrengthen, or reinforce: to rebuild an army.  
3. to revise, reshape, or reorganize: to rebuild a shattered career.  
-verb (used without object) 4. to build again or afresh: With the insurance money we can rebuild.  

Can life be repaired after tragedy?  Reshaping occurs in many ways.  Out with the old, in with the new.

I have realized in my life that not everything you throw away is forgotten.  But rebuilding one's life with only the pieces you choose takes careful effort and a lot of time.  My life has been dismantled and it is my job to rebuild it.  I am rebuilding with only the pieces I choose, I don't want to replicate what I've already lived.  I want a new piece of equipment with a few of the same attributes.  I want to customize the project. This time the fresh equipment will withstand the elements and all the unexpected climate changes. 

I notice people differently than I used to.  When I meet new people I don't feel comfortable right away.  I want to stand away from the crowd yet feel compelled to be near them, as in my lonliness lies nightmares.  I don't fit in.  I have scars that always bleed.  No one likes blood.  

No matter what pieces I take with me when I rebuild, the scars always find their fit. Like leaches that can't live without me. Battle wounds. 

 

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      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 11:46:37 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>Nothing but FRIDAY</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[It's Friday- my FAVORITE day of the week.  Fridays are my "I don't really have to do anything" day, but if I want to I can.  Clients don't usually expect too much on Friday.  The kids are laid back on Friday.  FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY (jumping up & down).

Today- I'm trying to work- but it's not working out too well. I'm busy updating my profile, typing this stupid blog, picking at the calluses on my hands....

I'm a fruit loop, I don't have anything important to say today.....]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2007 09:19:16 -0700</pubDate>
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