tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32579286709518325342011-04-21T14:52:50.558-04:00“Love yourself—accept yourself—forgive yourself—and be good to yourself, because without you the rest of us are without a source of many wonderful things.” - Leo F. BuscagiliaKendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.comBlogger971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-48320687469874850852009-01-19T21:36:00.004-05:002009-03-30T10:30:08.109-04:00

So today's the end of President Bush's term in office.Can't say I'll miss the man, aside from him giving me many chuckles over the last 8 years.What I will miss is the theddduckling.blogspot.com.Now when I first planned this I didn't realize that yeah, it's Friday meaning the blogosphere is pretty much dead. But as most of those who did read figured out my plan, I might as well clue the rest of

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Dear Friends,"Writing is an exploration, you start from nothing and learn as you go." - E. L. DoctorowAnd that statement is true. I look back at some of my early writings back in October and cringe a bit. At the time I didn't know what I wanted to say. I basically wrote whatever randomly popped into my head but it didn't mean anything.I like to mix the lighthearted and heartwarming with the

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Hi everyone, it's the glorious Miss Eva reporting for duty! As Kendall has a bit too much on his plate today he has let me (letting me doesn't necessarily mean he had a choice does it?) take over his blog and allow me to pop my Wednesday Workshop cherry. Ooh, so exciting.PROMPT: Describe your significant other's most attractive quality (on the inside).Were it not for that little add-on, there are

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This is my submission for the 20SB January Blog Carnival."We are starting off the New Year thinking all about "firsts."So, tell us about your first kiss! Sloppy, magical, awkward, non-existent? Spill it!"Oh, Internet, the things I put myself through for your entertainment.Let us go back to January 2007, to a time when me and Tinkerbell are not dating yet. Actually at this point neither has

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Me and my stomach have a long standing rivalry. So severe that it has been in a state of rebellion since Thanksgiving 2006. Quite honestly, there are days (like oh today for example) where just the thought of eating is enough to send me to the bathroom and emptying whatever I have in my stomach at the time.It's not purposeful.I just have no appetite. Almost starting to forget what one felt

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What follows is a speech I wrote/ad-libbed for Mass this morning to say goodbye to Father Oaks, who passed away after fighting liver cancer for four years. Only names and locations have been changed."There is little more difficult than letting someone into your life, caring for them, opening up. To do so seems to go against the trend of weariness and caution so many of us develop over the course

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It's that time again folks! My assignment from Mama Kat this week goes as follows:"Tell us about your pet! If you have a weird infatuation with your dog or cat we want to hear about it (or if they just plain drive you crazy) But please don't compare them to children, it's just not the same."5...4...3...2...1...Back in September 2008, me, Marilyn, and Scarlett visited the local animal shelter as

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Oh, where to start?Well I did make it to Boston Harbour and the famous Beacon Street and at that point.I know most people need maps but I really can't stand the things while walking. I love immersing myself in a new city and today was no exception. Bostonians, I have a whole new appreciation for seafood as a result of this weekend. Especially clam chowder.Mmm, chowder.Er, sorry 'bout that.I also

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As some of you know, I packed up my car, filled the tank, and hit the road for Boston Friday at like 3 in the morning. I had my mapquest directions in hand, the iPod was playing a steady stream of music, and there was barely any traffic.Folks, anyone who tells you that driving isn't tiring is lying through their crooked teeth. It took me about 12 and a half hours to make it here and by the time

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And hello 2009!My New Year's Eve was spent with Eva, Daybreak, and The Devil A. K. A. my puppy. We played Monopoly. Me against team of Eva and Daybreak. I still say there was some money being slipped out of the bank but I'm not bitter.Really.More like impressed that they weren't caught.You know the row between Jail/Just Visiting and Free Parking? Yeah that was death for me. By the end of the game

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-3194982914130014672008-12-31T11:33:00.002-05:002008-12-31T14:32:05.998-05:00

It's that time again folks! My assignment from Mama Kat this week goes as follows:- What do you do that drives your mother crazy?Oh, let me count the ways.Word of warning: I do use the n-word in this post just to give you a heads-up.5...4...3...2...1...My mom can't stand sarcasm. The fact that I almost perpetually ooze it does not sit well with her. Along with my habit of finishing her sentences

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Dear Kendall,Hi Kendall, it's me Kendall. Sorry for the weirdness (although you really should be used to it at this point) but I've always wanted to use that line. Figure now would be my best chance.Right now you are just beginning the road to recovery. You are just starting to deal with Rosie's death and are nowhere close to dealing with Gabi's. You still have nightmares of what you have gone

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-47958450214826997212008-12-29T17:55:00.000-05:002008-12-29T17:56:21.177-05:00

So today was a day that I had been looking forward to since I first started on my job back in June. My first day of training as a cook. I had been busing tables long enough that I all ready knew where everything was in the back, it was mainly learning how to prepare each dish. Then at the end of my workday, I got to prepare an order myself. Steak, medium well and a baked potato.Watching me, The

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-73380180879408080772008-12-28T19:48:00.002-05:002008-12-28T20:53:11.780-05:00

You two have no idea how much excitement has surrounded your arrival. It seems like it's been a lot longer than seven months since I found out about you. Now I get to meet you in person instead of talking to your mom's tummy like I did back in May.As soon as I heard about you two showing up, early I might add, I cleared my schedule for this weekend and fully intend to wake up Friday before dawn

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-67445429290569647482008-12-28T04:10:00.000-05:002008-12-28T16:12:10.143-05:00

It's been a while since I had done a meme. It's open so anyone who wants to do it can. Just comment with a link to your post when you're done.Here's how it works...Put your iPod or whatever music player you have on shuffle. The first song that you hear will be the song for your Opening Scene. Skip to the next song, this is your next category. Keep doing this until the end.Opening Scene: Savin' Me

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-76858103280441152092008-12-27T18:43:00.000-05:002008-12-27T18:44:18.775-05:00

Dear Santa,I know, I know. You must be wondering why I'm writing again when I just wrote that letter earlier in the week. Well since I just posted about appreciated things while you still have them I would feel remiss if I did not thank you.Me and Eva have had several long talk and as of approx. 6 PM today, we are back together. I spent part of Christmas morning with her and Daybreak before

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Thanks for the comments, Fbook messages, and emails in response to my last post folks, you have no idea how much I appreciated them.I spent the weekend and Monday in Delaware with my family for my grandmére'ssurprise birthday party. I saw my cousins and aunts who I normally see only once a year, I came down with a slight cold, I watched the Ravens whoop on the Cowboys, and I have a scar on my

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-83171720704922770682008-12-19T10:25:00.000-05:002008-12-19T10:25:07.426-05:00

You never know quite what you have until it's gone. I thought I had all ready learned that lesson last year, really DID NOT need the remedial course.I remember being afraid of Eva developing feelings for me, thinking I did not deserve a second chance. That she could do so much better.I remember feeling terrified and simultaneously amazed that Daybreak would adopt me as her dad and that I would

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-77854533067576650272008-12-17T14:59:00.005-05:002008-12-17T15:25:42.941-05:00

Sorry for the serious lack of posting as of late folks, between trying to do well on my exams on top of the...well, the end of me and Eva's relationship my heart hasn't really been set on blogging. So hopefully this week's assignment from Mama Kat will improve my mood some.1.) Write or share a letter to Santa5...4...3...2...1...Dear Santa, I must first apologize for the long communications

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-66885889020079466542008-12-11T20:42:00.000-05:002008-12-11T20:42:43.646-05:00

Before I tell this story, I need to give you folks a bit of background info about Daybreak's shall we say...suspicious nature. She has been asking if Santa Claus is really real since yesterday when one of the kids she goes to preschool with made her cry by yelling at her that there was no such person. Little brat. So when she asked if we could go to the mall for her to see Santa we were,

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-16638216630555425202008-12-11T06:55:00.009-05:002008-12-11T07:56:53.000-05:00

It's that time again, my freaky darlings. My prompt this week goes as follows:3.) Describe a "new road" you've taken in your life.Originally I was going to do the "talking mouse" prompt but that's kind of taken a life all its own. So this is a tide-over so to speak. I promise to put up my short story once it's finished.5...4...3...2...1...------------------------I have often said that I feel

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What does Christmas mean to you?Well in my case,Christmas is...singing carols with breaks for hot chocolate and hot apple ciderwatching the excitement of a young child as they loudly thank Santa for his yearly bountyenjoying the chaos that surrounds the shopping centers and malls.reading these words to young ones, "...and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. Not even a mouse."

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And in my typical fashion, I caught the innuendo as soon as I typed that. Ahem, anywho. For those that have been reading my blog, I'm sorry that I haven't been up to snuff lately. I've come down with a bad case of LIFE recently. The doctors are still unsure whether or not it is terminal. Don't feel like I'm singling you out blogging friends, I've been largely MIA from Fbook, AIM, and Twitter for

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Recap: Part IY'all still with me? Good good. So here we are with films 90 through 81. 90. Barbershop (2002) Featuring a star studded cast of comedians Barbershop is the story of a man who after selling the shop he inherited for his father learns that some things in life are more important than easy money. When this came up, my uncle's barber shop played it almost nonstop for a month so I can now

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It's that time again folks. My assignment from Mama Kat this week goes as follows:1.) Tag! Post and write about the 6th picture from (the 6th folder of?) your Flickr account and then do the same for the 6th picture of the 6th folder on your computer.5...4...3...2...1...This is a picture of Dolly posing with Ramses before the last football game against Duke.I had yet to actually go to one so me,

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Over the holiday, I was tasked by Eva's older sister to name my top 10 favourite films of all time. I won't lie, I struggled like hell and still wasn't satisfied with the list I came up with. Like always, my perfectionism has reared its ugly head and for your viewing pleasure I will list my 100 most enjoyed films...along with commentary. So sit back. Relax. And enjoy.A word of warning, this list

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I'm a wee bit old fashioned. I'll admit it. I was raised by an 80 year-old Spanish woman and two lesbians, so I grew up...oddly. Of those three, only one is still alive but sadly moved back to Boston in January. Because of them, I am a very polite individual by nature. Until the time I was 15, I would stand whenever a female left the table. I kid you not. I always say please and thank you and I

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-29861837711452343242008-11-27T21:43:00.004-05:002008-11-27T22:24:07.060-05:00

I'm sitting at the kitchen table in my parents' house writing this. I'm tired, in a wee bit of stomach pain, and overall satisfied with the day.Cool Things That Happened: 1. As soon as I arrived this morning, me, my mom, and my sister started cooking breakfast. French toast, scrambled eggs, Smith sausage, and hash browns. It was delish. 2. Uncle E & The Lady Friend finally admitted they were

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-36872345262283181692008-11-26T17:03:00.004-05:002008-11-26T18:19:16.322-05:00

I hadn't planned on posting this week as between my test tonight, planning a Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, a new research project, and finalizing my plans for this weekend, I've been stretched a wee bit thin. However I felt I should share something with y'all. Allow me to admit something, I have bouts of pretty low self-esteem. Which means that I have trouble believing people when they say good

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-51987735250867777582008-11-23T22:56:00.005-05:002008-11-24T05:36:00.728-05:00

Dear Eva,Six months ago tomorrow, you lost all common sense decided that you really did want to date me and it wasn't just a passing bit of insanity. Where has all the time gone? I tried to fight against you liking me. I remember back in May when I tried to explain why you shouldn't date me. You sat through my explanations, held my hand when some old emotions resurfaced, and nodding to show you

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-37928703857548175022008-11-21T14:15:00.002-05:002008-11-21T14:19:09.939-05:00

I'm looking after Daybreak today while Eva is working and I thought I'd share a little conversation we had before she laid down for a nap. The munchkin was tuckered out after watching X-Men (she has said Hugh Jackman will be her husband one day) and us working on building a LEGO castle. Daybreak: So you and Mommy are going dancing?Me: Yes Sweetie. Daybreak: You and Mommy have been together six

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-64191679763178824482008-11-20T22:21:00.004-05:002008-11-20T22:26:25.948-05:00

Know how your parents always told you not to talk to strangers? Well apparently I never really listened to that lesson. I think it's my conditioning from years of journalism. I'm sitting on a bench during my lunch break, reading A Lion Among Men, when an elderly man sits down beside me. He leans forward on his cane and looks at me from the corner of his eye. Man: Is that a good book?Me: Yes sir,

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Hey folks, it's that time again. Because I am so dull awesome, I'm going to be doing two prompts this week. The first of this week's prompts from Mama Kat is4.) Write about something that bothered you this week.5...4...3...2...1...I am not close to either of my parents. I never have been and I doubt I ever really will be. My mom worked all the time and my dad...well he did anything but hang

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-77771139071402165362008-11-19T15:07:00.008-05:002008-11-20T01:29:59.336-05:00

Todays guest post is brought to you byMissKfromPictures & Post-Its.This is all part of the 20 Something Bloggers "Blog Swap 3".Don't forget to go check out my post over on her site.Hey folks, this is Kendall. For those expecting a Wednesday Workshop, you're out of luck today sorry but I may still participate tomorrow if I have time after work. Anyways, today is the Blog Swap 3 from 20Something

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-64173339969668964242008-11-18T16:32:00.004-05:002008-11-18T17:18:46.242-05:00

And this is no different.Most people do not consider their ex a friend. Fewer still consider them their best friend.Well I'm not called an odd duck for nothing, am I?Me and Tinkerbell are still very close, we've had our ups and downs but I know that if I ever needed help she would do all she could and I would do the same for her. Basically all that's changed is that we don't have romantic

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-26125319360130122592008-11-17T15:17:00.001-05:002008-11-19T00:12:33.393-05:00

"Mr. Kendall?""Yes Lulu?""Why do you want to be a teacher?"20 sets of eyes looked to me for my answer, 19 from their spots on the floor and the last from Frizzle as she did paperwork on her desk. Reading circleI looked over to the left and asked Skittles, a small and rather outspoken girl, if she remembered when she hugged me after I helped her with her reading. She nodded but was still confused

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-36662325070153945412008-11-16T10:30:00.001-05:002008-11-17T21:59:18.566-05:00

As me and Scarlett were looking for affordable housing around town yesterday, a wave of sadness hit me. The Bait is graduating (early) and when he leaves, I lose my roommate and one of the handful of close guy friends I have. Hence getting an early jump on house hunting.He'll be headed to Boston for grad school in June and I'll miss him. To add some salt in it, Pippi will more than likely go with

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-32438948873731192422008-11-14T17:54:00.003-05:002008-11-14T18:17:45.309-05:00

Tonight's a short post, sorry folks. I make no secret of the fact that I am a nerd.So when Scarlett called me yesterday and said they had bought Gears of War 2 for the XBOX 360, there was no way I or The Bait were going to turn down coming over to play it. Is it strange that I find butchering masses of monsters while making quips with my friends relaxing?Maybe.Now ask me if I give a horse's left

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-19184452768380166822008-11-13T13:15:00.011-05:002008-11-13T13:59:36.099-05:00

Being stereotyped is nothing new to me. I'm a black guy standing at 5'11 and about 190 lbs, it's something I long ago learned was going to happen. Stereotypes regarding my appearance I try and let just roll off my back, it's difficult but it's better than becoming bitter right? I long ago lost count of how many times I've had women cross the street from me in fright if I'm walking at night but

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-62131563103918988702008-11-12T06:47:00.000-05:002008-11-12T06:48:06.964-05:00

It's that time again, folks. My assignment from Mama Kat this week goes as follows:5.) The first time you...It was tempting to put the story of my first kiss here but I'm not up for embarrassing myself today. I'll just say that I was dense and leave it at that. So instead I chose a day that snowballed events to where they are now.Most dads consider the first time their child calls them dad or

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-38819647327127106962008-11-11T16:46:00.001-05:002008-11-11T16:56:49.289-05:00

Folks, I've worked in restaurants off and on since the summer of 2003. I would like to think I have a good idea of what I'm doing by now. That being said, I don't necessarily need you to nitpick at every little thing in our restaurant.When the hostess on duty tells you that it will be a few minutes for a table to be cleaned, she isn't giving you the go ahead to sit down. If you see me clearing a

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-77818759457134300772008-11-10T17:35:00.000-05:002008-11-10T17:35:56.627-05:00

I've gotten my second award from Diane, this one is a friendship award which made me smile.This is the Proximidade Award, which celebrates bloggy friendships. It means, "This blog invests and believes in 'proximity' [meaning, that blogging makes us 'close' - being close through proxy]." I now have to pass it on to at least 8 other people which makes me sad because I have other people to give this

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-78197845040270450082008-11-09T19:43:00.000-05:002008-11-09T19:44:00.539-05:00

It may surprise some of you but this time last year I had no clue. I was suicidally depressed, in limbo at my parent's home, not eating at all, and it was a daily struggle to not go for the nearest knife and end it all. I honestly thought I was trash.I think if I had known about blogging then, I'd have started up immediately. I was treated like a leper, as a failure, and other than Tinkerbell I

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-13865025616930999352008-11-09T12:45:00.000-05:002008-11-09T12:45:39.898-05:00

Sometimes it is cathartic to spend time with your friends. So often I am too busy stressing to just chill. Too preoccupied with getting things done that I forget to relax.Like a flashback to the summer; me, Eva, and Imogen spent a day just being our goofy selves. I had not realized just how much I missed this. School, and most specifically tests, did not exist today. Schedules were a thing of the

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-53014578376323349352008-11-08T08:28:00.005-05:002008-11-08T10:21:41.177-05:00

So I've been tagged for a meme by the fabulously random Mich over atWho Is Mich? whose blog you should totally check out.Now let's see...1. Were you named after anyone?Both of my names came from my parents. My first name is the english version of my dad's whereas Kendall has a funny story behind it. My mom was still slightly loopy from the meds and she didn't know what she wanted my middle name

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-35040414217206322642008-11-06T19:36:00.006-05:002008-11-07T04:09:18.681-05:00

“Many of the great achievements of the world were accomplished by tired and discouraged men who kept on working.” - AnonymousOn Tuesday, November 4, 2008 at approximately 11:00 PM EST Barack Obama was declared President-Elect and many in the nation exploded into jubilation. After months of wondering if this country, only 40 years removed from the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, would

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-16623264477176541352008-11-05T17:11:00.003-05:002008-11-06T00:50:45.103-05:00

So it's Wednesday again, which means Wednesday Writing Workshop. 4.) 10 of my absolute worst pet peeves...In no particular order, things that disgust and/or piss me off.......those who don't get how true this is.

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Yeah this is pretty much the epitome of happiness. Congratulations President Obama! I toast you and the American people sir.Tonight I am more proud of my country than I have ever been in my 20 years on this Earth. To all those in Grant Park tonight, enjoy yourselves and be sure to take lots of pictures. I need to live vicariously through you.You are witnessing history in the making.To those who

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This is from the hilarious ExMi.1. Drop Dead Sugar Daddy2. Your Beard Talks Smack3. Attack of the Golden Ubermilf4. Tales of Wit, Tits, and the Drunken Housewife5. Mind Your Vagina Damnit6. It's Like I'm Having A Gay Adventure EverydaySadly I'm not very creative today, I could only come up with six. Now I must be heading back to work for a few hours. Enjoy the rest of your day folks!For those of

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Dear Senator Obama,Before anything else, I offer my condolences to you and your family for the loss of your grandmother. From what I know she was proud of the man you became which is all we can really hope for.On this the eve of election day, I can imagine you are being swamped by mail from everyone spanning adoring fans to vitriolic critics. I doubt you will even read this yourself but that will

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-88473843907579783692008-11-03T12:08:00.000-05:002008-11-03T12:09:11.322-05:00

I got tagged to do a photo meme by my friend J over at Little Miss OptimistBecause I'm a bit slow, she gave me the rules very simply. Open up the picture files on your computer, choose the 4th folder, and then the 4th picture. Because I'm not quite stupid enough to post a picture of me drinking a Heineken, I changed my rules. I went to my 5th folder and opened the 5th picture.This is Eva (with

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-1275555738847805882008-11-02T18:41:00.004-05:002008-11-03T03:07:42.608-05:00

"Cooking is like love. It should be entered into without abandon or not at all." - Harriet van Horne, American newspaper columnistAllow me to state for the record that I love to cook which is ironic seeing as how I don't eat nearly like I should. If you look on my 101 Things in 1,001 Days list you'll see that #22 is to eat at least two meals a day every day for a month. Folks, that hasn't

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-83081910699164856182008-11-01T21:33:00.006-04:002008-11-01T22:35:41.907-04:00

So I've received my second award from the wonderful Tiffany. Wow, I feel like such a star. Anywho, before I develop an ego let me move on to the rules of this little bit o' blogging love. Da Rules are simple. Passthis on to five bloggers and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences.Not their favourite

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Well, that caps the end to another wonderful Halloween. I hope everyone enjoyed themselves with whatever (if any) plans they made. Before I get to the good parts of my own recap, I have a question. Why is it we no longer have flashlights while trick-or-treating? Seriously folks? Eva and Daybreak were both in white costumes and we still had a flashlight while I carried a glow stick around my neck.

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-58321558310348638212008-10-31T12:15:00.000-04:002008-10-31T12:17:58.317-04:00

(Note From the Management: The opinions expressed in the Speak Out Series are those of their individual writer and not necessarily shared by myself. The only influence I have on this is showing them how to post and letting them use my password. Thank you.)R: Hi I'm Ruth.I: And I'm Imogen, whose significance I just figured out the other week. Kendall was amused.R: He's easily amused anyway so I'm

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Here's the skinny. I'm walking home from work when I notice a man of about middle age across from a jack-o-lantern display. I would have turned away and kept walking were it not for the fact that he carried a large white sign that proclaimed DO AWAY WITH HALLOWEEN. Even better, he very very much resembled Fred Rogers.For those of you who are new here, I love Halloween. It's even more exciting

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-63369119430561027062008-10-29T18:57:00.004-04:002008-11-01T18:53:56.853-04:00

Eating lunch with a group of my Bio classmates, we somehow stumbled upon the topic of frat parties and date rape. The girls shared about how they never let their drinks out of their sight while us guys talked about keeping an eye on our female friends. The conversation had moved to more pleasant subjects when one jackass from the table over makes the comment that any one stupid enough to be raped

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-27251286920690521912008-10-29T11:02:00.006-04:002008-11-04T19:40:56.988-05:00

I found Mama's Losin' It through my friend Diane. The amazing thing about this site is that she gives a list of weekly writing prompts. This week, I chose to write from the point of view of a glass at the edge of the table.5...4...3...2...1...I wonder if people realize just how much they say when they assume nothing is listening. Obviously none of these meat sacks has ever seen Toy

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-86872742117038119952008-10-27T18:43:00.008-04:002008-10-29T12:07:32.581-04:00

For those expecting a post of my normal length tonight, I'm sorry to disappoint. My heart just isn't in it.I was in Bio lecture when I happened to look down at my cell phone and noticed the date. Like a strike from Zeus himself, the significance of today hit me. In that moment, I felt like someone had my heart in an unforgiving vice grip. My vision began to blur as tears crept into the corners of

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-35282260282516524122008-10-26T18:54:00.000-04:002008-10-26T18:55:02.366-04:00

With my 21st birthday creeping up on me slowly but surely, I feel like Atlas. With graduation only 46 credits away, I feel like all the air is being sucked from the room. At the risk of sounding like a whiny college student, the future scares the living daylights out of me.The weird part is that it's not the job market that scares me. I know teachers are needed everywhere and with Teach For

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-10398658844063725012008-10-26T08:40:00.001-04:002008-10-26T09:18:04.167-04:00

Dear Internet,I know. I know. I haven't written anything since Thursday and even that was just passing along the Kreativ Blogger Award. I have an excuse and I promise it's better than any cock-and-bull story you ever told your teachers/parents/bosses/various disappointees. As some of you may or may not know, I kind of had a packed weekend between Daybreak's 4th birthday party yesterday morning/

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-44845742033378334172008-10-23T17:49:00.005-04:002008-10-23T19:39:43.882-04:00

So this morning I received my very first award for blogging from the wonderful Diane over at Diane's Addled Ramblings. Cue megawatt smile. Were I not a state away, I'd give her a gift but alas I'll just send her some link love from time to time.Now there are two rules for receiving this award. One, I have to list 6 things I love and then I have to pass 6 people to pass this on to.Things I love..

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"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." - Martin Luther King Jr. On August 28, 1963, a pastor in his mid 30's, gave an awe-inspiring speech to over 250,000 civil rights supporters from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. He expressed his desire of a future where black, whites, and other groups could live together in harmony.

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Dear Daybreak,I can't believe you'll be four years old on Friday. Should I let you read this when you're older, you'll be shocked to know your mom called me almost in tears about this fact the other night. This growing up thing you're doing? Yeah, that needs to stop ASAP. You so often act like a child far older that I forget you're not quite old enough for kindergarten yet.You have all ready

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-19704431389370805582008-10-20T17:26:00.007-04:002008-10-20T18:23:56.429-04:00

So I've been tagged by the fabulous Miss Tiff for a meme.Here are the Rules:1.Link to the person that tagged you2.Post the rules on your blog3.Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself4.Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs5.Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.Only 6 quirks? But I have so many

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-46627176500324102492008-10-19T00:07:00.005-04:002008-10-20T11:59:27.116-04:00

I hope you folks have enjoyed your weekends thus far and have tried not to get too shitfaced. Here was my weekend in short scenes.Scene 1: On the bus back from Schoolhouse RockSkittles: (horribly off key) "CONJUNCTION! JUNCTION! What's your function?!" WG: (holding her hand over her eyes) "I'll conjunction your function if you don't stop." Later...Frizzle: "I have very good news for all of you.""

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-44679507138830501792008-10-17T00:51:00.005-04:002008-10-17T07:46:35.925-04:00

Dear Dad, I haven't talked to you face-to-face since August and I don't quite remember the last time we talked on the phone. But that's who you are. You don't really show emotion. It makes us look weak. You did all you could to teach me that. I remember being 6 and riding with you to the corner store. I was looking at the ice cream while you bought a pack of cigarettes. Someone ran into the store

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-3226056268227076292008-10-16T16:42:00.006-04:002008-10-16T18:42:16.446-04:00

So for those who haven't heard, early voting started today in North Carolina. Between people eager to vote for someone they believe will deal with the economic crisis or those who just wish to avoid the sardine-style lines at the polls on November 4, there was a decently sized turnout by any count. Here I am, wearing a polo shirt, khakis, and my work shoes, just wanting to get home and into some

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-88437149737732604202008-10-15T17:56:00.019-04:002008-10-18T16:06:26.456-04:00

1. Where did your blog title come from?I was always the weird kid in elementary school and would often refer to myself as the ugly duckling. When I was trying to think of a title (originally it was Odds & Ends From Carolina) I saw a picture of a yellow duckling squawking at a bunch of black ducks. Tada, Confessions of an Odd Duck was born.2. What is your current living arrangement?Me and one of

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Dolly: "So Kendall, who are you voting for?"Me: "Ok Dear, let's look at this logically. I am very, very, very liberal. To the point that many democrats think I'm radical. I despise Baby Bush and his posse with every fibre of my being. I think Sarah Palin should have her vagina revoked and then studied to determine its authenticity. Now would you like to ask me this question again?"The Diva: "You

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-67444875288042335182008-10-14T21:33:00.003-04:002008-10-14T22:36:17.964-04:00

Since I would like a slight break from studying, I decided to share this with y'all. I make no secret of the fact that I dislike Sarah Palin. I can admit with complete honesty that I actually like Baby Bush more than I like her. So when I found this on Sarah Nielson's blog (who you should check out post haste at sarahnielson.com) I nearly cried laughing.Start laughing yourself here.

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I actually had a different blog post in mind for today but felt the events of this morning were more prevalent.I was driving home after leaving Greenville, listening to whatever random song my iPod was playing. I had just gotten into the Chapel Hill city limits when I notice the jeep about 60 yards ahead has turned its hazard lights on and is pulling off to the side. With memories of my Nana

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-8101052778688033202008-10-12T15:58:00.004-04:002008-10-12T16:04:48.538-04:00

I saw this idea in a Blogher post and as I lack the proper plumbing to join and comment on the network I will make a post of my own.You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel like you've lost a good friend. - Paul SweeneyI may love reading now but before I was eight years old, it was a constant struggle. I had a horrible time reading in English and since I would always

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This was a conversation that took place when Eva and Daybreak came by for breakfast before we went shopping for Halloween goodies throughout Chapel Hill.Daybreak: "Papa?"Me: "Yes Daybreak?"Daybreak: "Are you gonna have a scarecrow for Halloween?"Me: "Most likely, why?"Daybreak: "No reason, just askin'. Mommy?"Eva: "Yes Honey?"Daybreak: "Are we gonna have a scarecrow?"Eva: "Yes, why?"Daybreak: "

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-81073031881074192672008-10-11T03:30:00.024-04:002008-11-09T22:27:23.134-05:00

The Mission:Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.The Criteria:Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (i.e. represent some amount of work on my part).Why 1001 Days?Many people have created lists in the past - frequently simple goals such as New Year’s resolutions.

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-10755542212243429652008-10-10T16:10:00.011-04:002008-10-11T00:25:31.167-04:00

For as long as I've been a member of the Catholic Church, however unofficially, I have known one simple fact.I am a horrible Catholic. I know, I know. Not even two weeks ago I wrote about how I had come to love God. So how am I a horrible Catholic? As much as I love attending Mass and the people here, I know I disagree with a lot of their ideas. I hear Father Oaks speak about the evils of

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-25955791554873207422008-10-09T19:26:00.004-04:002008-10-09T20:08:14.151-04:00

Would you like some?(I had to do it.)

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It took me a good portion of the summer months to believe that Eva had not made a mistake in liking, and later loving me. It honestly surprised me that she was so patient with my issues. There was still a dilemma though.Could I love her? Could I open myself up again? Would I end up making the same mistakes all over again?I had to try. I wanted our relationship to work and was willing to work at

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-30251233134423245042008-10-08T22:59:00.005-04:002008-10-09T14:21:23.230-04:00

Normally I have no trouble getting the words down once I pick a topic. Normally I don't dread making a post. Normally I'm not afraid of what people are going to think when they read it.I suppose there must be a first time for everything. My tattered well-loved copy of Webster's defines love as a warm attachment and the passion between the sexes. My Bible has several definitions but my personal

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-48646968806416862862008-10-07T18:42:00.006-04:002008-10-07T21:15:42.920-04:00

1. Die of a Starbucks overdose. The photo is me and my lab partner's cups while in her car after a Bio II lab test today. I've had about four cups since midnight on Monday while she's had three and two Rockstars. 2. Study. Study. Study. With my Bio, French Revolution, and European Lit exams next week, I'll pretty much be living in my books. Hopefully I will be able to get much of my revising done

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-91725400046300212502008-10-06T21:34:00.015-04:002008-10-08T16:17:33.050-04:00

(Note From the Management: The opinions expressed in the Speak Out Series are those of their individual writer and not necessarily shared by myself. The only influence I have on this is showing them how to post and letting them use my password. Thank you.)First, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Talented Miss Eva and yes, I am the one crazy (read: desperate) enough to date Kendall. Just

Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11222710883489615177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3257928670951832534.post-24021097175354351902008-10-06T18:02:00.008-04:002008-10-07T02:34:39.270-04:00

Today Frizzle thought it would be beneficial to ask the class where they thought babies come from. Let the hilarity ensue!"There's this giant cabbage patch that picks up the orders from mommies and daddies. Then a seed as big as I am turns into a baby.""How does the baby get to the mom and dad then?""I don't know, the mailman I guess." "That's stupid!""OOOOOOOOH! I'm tellin'! Mrs. Frizzle, he

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They wanted you to have this picture so you can put faces to the stories. Along with this picture was a note on my dresser: Kendalicious, get a scanner. ASAP. Love, Pippi

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Ever had an absolutely shitty experience then something seemingly random happens and it all comes into perspective? I did this evening. Allow me to preface this by saying me and my grandmother do not get along. At all. She is one of the few people who can get me angry enough to yell which is no small feat. I try and avoid spending time alone in the same room as her if at all possible. I went to

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63%Created by OnePlusYou - Free Dating SiteSo according to this, I have a 63% chance of surviving a zombie apocalypse. For once, the black guy may not die. Before anyone says it; no, Night of the Living Dead doesn't count. He still dies, just not from zombies.

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This is from Matt Taibbi's Mad Dog Palin article from Rolling Stones magazine. The defining moment for me came shortly after Palin and her family stepped down from the stage to uproarious applause, looking happy enough to throw a whole library full of books into a sewer. In the crush to exit the stadium, a middle-aged woman wearing a cowboy hat, a red-white-and-blue shirt and an obvious eye job

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I finally had a chance to watch the debate between Joe Biden and Sarah Palin. Yes, I know. I'm a horrible person for taking this long. Then later, I saw this. A new hero rises in America: Tina Fey, ladies and gentlemen. Exposing idiocy one governor at a time. Ah, election time is sweet.

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Faith has only lived with me and The Bait for about a week and a half and in that time she has firmly established her place in the pecking order. Basically, we are her pets and she only keeps us around to entertain her and keep her fed. However, my puppy seems to take a sadistic pleasure in finding ways to piss off The Bait. Such as the Alarm Incident. She snuck into his room a few minutes before

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Is it bad that I don't have a clear example of what one should be?Then I read the above statement and realize what an ungrateful little shit I am being. I had several father-figures.The Twins: Two of my great-uncles who taught me all about life from my seat in their barber shop. They were the ones who taught me to shave, drive a car, maintain it, play basketball, and to be a good citizenMy

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Yesterday was supposed to be a fun day of me spending time with Eva and Daybreak. Walk to go see Igor as the theatre is only four blocks from their apartment and then go to Ben & Jerry's. The movie was funny and Daybreak has now asked for a stuffed version of Igor for her birthday.It was a nice scene. Daybreak was holding our hands with me and Eva on either side of her. Me and Daybreak were

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With spring registration in two weeks, I have a dilemma.I want to stay with my kids.I know it may sound weird that I am attached so quickly but the munchkins just wormed their way into my heart. I love this enough that I changed my major from English which is what I always thought I would teach to Elementary Education.There are three other education classes I have to take before I graduate as

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It's officially October which means it is time for me to begin preparing for Halloween. It also means warm apple cider, gorgeous trees, and lots of other fun activities.Halloween. The time has come once again for my favourite holiday and I have a lot planned for this year. I am beginning to get what odds and ends I need for my costume. Sadly, I have to shave off my goatee to put on the makeup for

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My cast of characters:Me: Yours truly.Eva: My fantabulous girlfriend who is infamous for making up new verbs, despises the Bush family even more than I do, has a very sexy accent when she speaks Italian, gives wonderful massages, and takes more pictures than anyone I've ever met. Has worked as an EMT. Has made it her goal to see me blush.Daybreak: My girlfriend's near four year-old daughter who,

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Why am I called African-American?Does that not imply that I was born in Africa?As far as I know, the last member of my family to come to this country came in the spring of 1937. She came from Spain to escape the war and I would go on to call her Nana.Beyond her, I know my family had been here since the 1850's so where does the African part come in?Why not just call me black?Is there some anger

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I would spent the next three years or so thinking of God as a sadistic, overgrown child with a magnifying glass and an ant farm. Until a trip to Italy and a walk inside the Sistine Chapel changed my life. Looking at the painted ceiling and hearing people burst into tears, I couldn't believe God to be malevolent.No cruel being could be the subject of something so breathtakingly beautiful.At this

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I have toiled for the last two weeks to decide on something to write about. It's not that I can't think of a topic. Not at all. It's that I have about half a dozen floating in my head and I was being indecisive. No more.Faith.Way back in June I think, one of our priests asked if we had had our faith tested. This was a group of about 20 college students from the RTP area and I was one of the four

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