Category: Pamie
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sugar shack
childhood memories involving chocolate I have been sitting around looking at that box of chocolate and I’ve been flooded with so many memories: When I was younger I was a chocolate hoarder. I would never eat all of my Easter candy because I always wanted some left over for the option of eating later. Having…
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out loud
my cats get a world premiere of my show Yesterday’s “Chubby Pamie and her Friends” entry generated quite a few e-mails telling me that I’m looking like Jay Leno. Last night I was passing by MTV’s Fanatic and some poor girl was talking to Celine Dion. I think, if you look again, you’ll notice that…
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hot sweaty backs
pamie packs a punch “Oh, hey,” Eric said to me last night before we went to sleep, “we don’t have to get on a plane tomorrow, do we?” “No,” I replied. “Good. I don’t want to get on another plane for a while.” Although the family reunion was a lot of fun, Eric and I…
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“how’s gramma?”
Family Feud ain’t got nothin’ on us. (I’m writing this on the 24th because I will be on a plane on the 25th, so we’ll all pretend that I’m writing this tomorrow) I forgot to mention yesterday that the one thing that kept me going during the new Advanced Tae-Bo tape was the fact that…
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backwards jumping jacks
and why there’s a bruise on the back of my leg I got the Tae-Bo Advanced Live 2 in the mail the other day and I tried it out on Monday afternoon when I was sitting around being quiet. I wanted to hear Billy shout for a little while. I was all prepared to write…
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little voice
I’m feeling a bit better Well, what happens when you sit around your house for two days feeling sorry for yourself and not talking? Your voice comes back. Not completely, but enough for me to come back to work. Enough for me to get out of the house, which I really needed. Last night I…
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Silent Nights
Here’s the deal. I have no voice. Because of that, I am going to be spending quite a bit of time at home. Alone. Without internet service. For some reason I cannot connect at home at all, and it’s driving me crazy.
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I’m No Edward Norton
how poker is ruining my life I know too many with a Gemini birthday. My wallet is bare. “Hi, sleepy pamie. Quit playing poker at night. You look like shit, girl”.
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rage and ennui
how to write an award-winning one year journal So, here we are. One year later. One year of Squishy. I guess it’s been more of a journey for me than for anyone else. I didn’t use to think of things like Doogie Howser. Now every time something happens someone either pops out with a “This…
