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I have one of those "page a day" calandars - you know the ones that you sit on your desk and tear off a page every day. Mine is the Miriam Webster's 365 New Words Calandar. On Saturday, August 12 (I am behind on tearing off my pages this week). blog \blog\ n : a Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer Chris uses her blog to write about being a single mother and invites readers to share their experiences. DID YOU KNOW? The history of "blog" is as old as the seas. Since the days of three-masted merchant ships, captains have been recording voyage details in logs. In more recent times people began exploring the vast seas of the Internet, and the term "Web log" was born. At first a Web log was a file that recorded requests made to a Web server, but the term soon sailed off in a new direction. People started writing online journals and dubbed them "Web logs", though t

My six year old niece is becoming quite interested in the furtherment of my love life. Fortunately, she already has some pretty liberal expectations. Niece: Emily, when are you going to get a husband? Aunt: When are you going to get a husband? Niece: Umm...in thirty years! Aunt: Good, then I still have some time. Niece: yeah. My hope for her is that she does not grow up thinking she has to be married by the age of 22. My hope for her is that she, like me, will have ample time to enjoy the single life and develop a rock-solid sense of self. (I, by the way, am still working on that rock-solid part, but it's coming along nicely.) My hope for her is that she will pursue education, personal interests, relationships, vocation, and spirituality, and allow the course of her life to be led by the will of God. My hope for me is that I will marry before she does.

It's official. August is here. August is my least favorite month of the year. I'm really not that picky or discriminating in general, but I have always disliked August. Sorry month #8. Here are few reasons why you bug me: 1. Summer is my least favorite season. You are the last full month of this season, and usually, but the time you roll around, I am tired of the heat, humidity and sun burns that summer brings. Summer is stale by August. 2. Fall is my favorite season of the year. By August, I am tired of summer and want fall! But alas! I still have a month and a half to go before the cool winds of autumn sweep in to relieve me. Hurry up Fall!! 3. As a child, August meant "back to school". I was a fairly normal child in the sense that I was not happy to be returning to the early mornings, overly structured classes ruled by overly anal instructors, homework and tests. 4. Referring to #1 & 2, August has always represented to me an interim between two things that I wi