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she's my sister

i am the middle sister. when i turned four i was beginning to develop a personality of my own. just as i found out i was ok the way i was and didn’t have to imitate my older sister, i lost the spotlight to my younger sister. growing up, i was never told to clean […] Read more


mustard happens…

spilled coffee

can you tell it’s monday… […] Read more


she’s a rainbow

“she’s like a rainbowcoming colors in the airoh, everywhereshe comes in colors“— rolling stones, she’s a rainbowso i got another nice adjective added to my never-ending list of personality “assets”: imprudent. (this picture also illustrates klutzy — clutter around the leg courtesy of my husband).the rainbow is a result of my pasty lab tan, sunburn […] Read more


lesson learned yesterday:

hungry? fine. i don’t have to sprint to the kitchen, though. if i must, however, i should first make sure the dishwasher door is locked in place. now the aftermath of my klutziness is a few days of no running. my knee is a big blue ball this morning and hurts like hell when bent. […] Read more