Get 4

Eleven days ago, Jacob James turned the big 4.  I’m running a bit behind on my commemorative blogging… and maybe a few other things *cough laundry cough*.  He’s been talking about when he “gets 4” for months now.  And now that he’s reached it, he’s already talking about when he…

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No It All

I’m always thinking about names for businesses that I’ll most certainly never have.  Why, Jaimie?  You could open a business.  Yes, yes I could.  But really, it’s unlikely I’ll open a chain of drinking establishments called the Crow Bar and Sand Bar and Bar Mitvah and Bar Bacoa.  I don’t…

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Stalker

There was once a time when I was constantly being followed by organic baby puffs.  They’re these little cereal-like rings that taste like the Host and purport to be made of spinach and beet juice and other nutritious sounding ingredients.  They were stealthy… always looking so innocent once they were…

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