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I'm 35. I have a husband and three children, and we live in our little house in our little world and we're very happy here. I update my livejournal occasionally, I'll try to comment on yours as often as I can, I almost never remember to use the lj-cut, and I have no patience at all for those who put me on their friends lists only in the interest of expanding their own audience and not because they honestly want to connect with other human beings.

That said, I'm not as unfriendly as I sound.

Still with me? Good. I support the troops but not the war, I believe in God but don't trust religion, and the only thing on this planet that I absolutely cannot tolerate is intolerance. And too much giggling, but that's usually just first thing in the morning if I didn't get enough sleep.

I like running. I also like sitting on the sofa watching TV. I try not to feel guilt about either one. I like my kids - an awful lot, actually - but I wouldn't consider myself a "kid person" in general anymore than I would consider myself an "adult person" in general - it's a case by case basis.

I homeschool my kids, I dabble with writing and graphics. I love books. I hate mornings. I think computer geeks are sexy, which is lucky since I'm married to one.

I believe in trying to be a better person every single day.

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"Measure me in metered lines
And one decisive stare
The time it takes to get from here to there
My ribs that show through t-shirts
And these shoes I got for free
I'm unconsoled
I'm lonely
I am so much better than I used to be
Terrified of telephones
And shopping malls and knives
Drowning in the pools of other lives
Rely a bit too heavily
On alcohol and irony
Get clobbered on by courtesy
In love with love and lousy poetry

And I'm leaning on this broken fence
Between past and present tense
And I'm losing all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play
But it almost feels okay

Circumnavigate this body
Of wonder and uncertainty
Armed with every precious failure
And amature cartography
I'm breathing deep before
I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor

And I'm leaning on this broken fence
Between past and present tense
And I'm losing all those stupid games
That I swore I'd never play
But it feels okay

And I'm leaving with goodbye
And I'm losing but I'll try
With the last ways left
To remember sing
My imperfect offering."
- Aside, The Weakerthans