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What Geekery is This?

Two married phatgeeks. Their lives, their loves, their annoyances and their weirdness.
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6 out of 5

“I would rate you both 6 out of 5 stars because no metric can hold you back!”

—Kyle

Flaming Sugar

“These two are made of fire and spun sugar. They are the creme brulee you’ve been looking for in your life. 5/5 stars”

—Eve

Bird Noises

“Crazier than a hawk in a blender.”

—The Mom-in-law.

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A Letter I

It's been a year. I have written that sentence all week more times than I care, staring at a blank wordpress post page and trying to culminate thirty three years of my mother in one post. This is the ultimate task which I feel a real writer can face down and...

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Mommy drinks because you Mel

Things I did that probably scarred my mother for life & made her question my sanity: Wander into a neighbors yard around four years of age and hand-pull up all of the pretty tulips because some idiot little boy dared me to. Drink an entire bottle of cough syrup....

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This Banana Tastes Like Coma

I was a horrible child. There. I said it. I know that this comes to a great shock to all of you as my well behaved, mannerly, polite and lady-like posts as well as videos attest but it's true. I didn't just have a short phase of child's curiosity where they rummage...

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Things I learned from my Mother

Things I learned from my mother:  How to pick out the most expensive thing; be it coffee, food, perfume or makeup without even trying. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again or until you've blown $800. If you are going to belch in a diner full of Truckers, go...

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Isn’t she a doll

My mother told me that when she was very, very little she had a doll. It was one of those very-large, stand-up and walk dolls which quickly became her favorite. She took that doll everywhere with her and everywhere with her went it. I do not recall if her sister, my...

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An Orange and a Needle

Afternoon sunlight angled in through a glass door at the end of the hallway, spilling light across a spotless black and white tiled floor. It was so clean; not a single tread mark or smudge, not a smidgeon of dust along the molding or under any of the black plastic...

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