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I see a little boy looking out of his window every day. He looks sad? Maybe bored? Anxious to go outside? I don’t know. But every day I I sit here and wonder.
He lives in a roach hotel. You know the kind. The ones you rent by the week. I work right across the...
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There are certain things I would never do for fun. And touching one of THESE is one of them.
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My neighbor recently had a party for her son and she hired the “Reptile Man” It was really funny to see reacting to these animals and the guy is a hoot.
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*as posted on bakotopia.com January 2007 <---click there for the first version and comments from other readers
Saturday morning I was a woman on a mission. I had a big bag of oranges and tons of orange cookies to make. My oven is broken so the baking was going to happen in...
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I was reading one of my new favorite blogs this morning called Poppy Cede and she is recounting what happened to her last night. Here it is in part:
Title:
I know we're in a hurry, but…
I was driving to my pharmacy to pick up my prescription (went without a hitch, not the point...
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In a bizarre and ummm…. Well, bizarre turn of events, a woman may charged for a virtual reality murder.
After finding out that her virtual husband in a virtual game called Maple City, the 43 year old Japanese piano teacher was so distraught she decided to virtually murder her virtual...
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It seems like around election time bakotopia.com blows up with political blogs. Some completely informative but mostly it’s one party calling the other party idiots or minions, or intolerant or left winged, or right armed, or blind, or one eyed… the list is endless.
Even...
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Shrek, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt were all having lunch together.
Shrek said, 'I have always thought that I'm the strongest man in the world, but how can I be sure?'
Angelina Jolie agreed. 'I'm told I'm the most gorgeous of them all, but sometimes I wonder.'
Brad Pitt...
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People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness.
Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.
Ok, so having said that, tell me. What makes YOU happy. It could be something big, small, meaninful, petty, etc.
For example for me, in this point in...
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I opened my eyes this morning only to be greeted by a ray of sunlight shining brightly through my crimson red curtains. Normally this would foreshadow a sign of a great day ahead but not today.
The sun was too bright. My body hurt like I’d been in a train wreck. My fingers felt so...
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It's been forever since I've gotten to blog. So much has happened! I'm still not living where i want to live, but my casita is pretty darn cute. It's off the street and seculded and big enough for me and the kiddos. My guy finally realized he can't live without me, and he's stopped acting like he...
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It was too hot to argue. Sweat was dripping from every pore in her body. A trickle made it close to her eye. She craved a shower, even though it would be of no use. She'd start sweating again the moment she stepped out of the tub. They had been out on the street all day, talking to the...
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Maggie could hear the doubt in Lucas' voice, despite his attempt to sound friendly. “But you saw him?”
“With Don Chepe's face!”
Lucas crouched beside Maggie, his brows furrowing. “Who was Don Chepe?”
“He was one of the muleteers. He used...
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“Where did he appear to you?” Maggie opened her notebook as the woman hesitantly took the money.
“San Vicente.”
“How old were you?”
A small smile came to the elderly woman's face. “It must have been around 1923. I was fifteen and...
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She knew she'd regret it, but she didn't have the time right then. There was the old woman, seated on the filthy sidewalk, her back against a dilapidated storefront, two trays of handmade candy in front of her. She was dressed in rags, her sandals torn.
“She wasn't lying when she...
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I think this is part two of my anniversary series, but I can't remember right now. Of course I guess I could stop and look but what the heck. Here we go:
Ok at this point we're in Santa Barbara, I think? Or Solvang.. can't remember.. but there's this "street performer"...
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