tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38798246808146204162024-09-01T17:10:33.646-07:00Jill Marklinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03539305665121061947noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879824680814620416.post-42480514448308266642012-11-16T12:33:00.001-08:002012-11-16T12:56:00.538-08:00

If you had begun to read my blog again at the beginning of September, after all sorts of promises by me to write more often, and wondered why I abruptly stopped, there is a reason to my mysterious absence (and it's not laziness). Shortly after my last post I took a pregnancy test. Not because I actually thought I may be pregnant, but quite honestly because I wanted to know if I could

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Any night that we don't have plans, which varies dramatically from week to week, Michael and I end up having a deliciously prepared meal (by him, of course) and wasting away the evening listening to one of 500 albums that he has collected over the last two and a half years since we've been together. As you can imagine, music is a pretty big deal in this tiny flat. We don't have space for much in

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My Sunday afternoon nap is not going to happen today. This weekly ritual, that has occurred no less than the last thirty-two years (subtract about three years for the times as kid that I skipped it in fear I'd miss something), is one I cherish deeply. One that will continue with me for the rest of my life. Except for this day. Curses! I don't know about other religions (side note: would be

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Cocteau Twins are one of my all-time favorite bands. Robin Guthrie, of their fame, branched out and has several solo albums. This one, Emeralds, has been on repeat since I was introduced to his stuff by my darling audiophile husband. Because I'm a big stress ball most of the time, this (in addition to a long list of other artists I will eventually share with you) has become mandatory listening

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Here we go again. Another attempt at keeping a blog. A silly, novel idea for a sometimes giver-upper, but one that must not be let go of. After poking and prodding by some of you over the years, and realizing that several of my Facebook updates border on long-form prose, it seems like I should probably be cleansing my inner writer here instead of making the poor randoms that added me as a friend

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