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January 1, 2010 In C'est Ma Vie By tamia

We need a resolution

I don't do resolutions anymore. After years of failing to stick to the same ones (Exercise! Eat healthier! Save money! Travel!) I haven't given up per se, but let's just say I've moved on. However, this post from Chris Guillebeau prompted me to start looking seriously at setting--and planning to achieve--some goals. The first step is looking back at what happened this year--2009 was weird for a lot of people. I started Style Sample magazine, my

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December 30, 2009 In Magazine By tamia

An Editor’s Ramblings

I've been working my *^% off on the upcoming issue of Style Sample magazine only to have an uncooperative cover subject flake and not send photos. A great article was written (and it was difficult to get responses to the interview questions--I should have known then), four inside pages have been allotted, the issue comes out in a matter of days, and after repeated requests and multiple deadline extensions, I have no photos for

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December 28, 2009 In C'est Ma Vie, Holidays, Magazine By tamia

What a happy friggin holiday

Hope everyone had a great holiday! I had fun spending time with the fam and giving and receiving gifts, including this lovely new Nikon D3000 that I have no idea how to operate (but thanks for the surprise, Dad!), a new TV and a TV cabinet from IKEA (thanks Mom!), which FriendBoy and I put together in record time. I'm telling you, trying to make 378 pieces of compressed wood and a smattering of screws

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December 21, 2009 In C'est Ma Vie By tamia

Mo’ Beau

Foster kitty Beau is still with me, and it's getting serious. He's such a fun little guy--if I lay down, he'll curl up on my chest and fall asleep with his head on my shoulder like a baby. If I close the door to the bathroom or bedroom, a small furry paw inevitably appears under the door (this is extremely amusing for reasons I can't explain). If anything even remotely resembling a string moves just

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