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| For those of you who still read my tidbits every now and then, be informed that I'm officially moving. Now you can find me at http://thecmlfactor.tumblr.com. And as always you can follow me on twitter "cmlfactor." Those wishing to contact me can e-mail me as well at thecmlfactor@cox.net as I will not be checking messages on Xanga. Hope to see you out there somewhere.
Love always,
Craig (DrWho78)
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| He's gorgeous. He's smart. He's the star of the high-school baseball team, but there's just something strange about the new boy in town that Ciara just can't put her finger on. Perhaps it would be in her best interest to not find out what it is. N8 Coming soon... | | |
| Okay. I haven't blogged in a whilte and I don't do it nearly enough. Time to change that. It's amazing how much you take the things around you everyday for granted. For 24 years I lived in Michigan and grew to hate the grey skies and the bitter cold 5 months out of the year. Now I think I would give almost anything to be back there again. I put on a face and tell people how much I disliked it, but when it comes right down to it I think I *would* trade the sunny mild winters of Arizona for the long harsh ones of Michigan. I know the economy there stinks even more so than most places and that people are abandoning Detroit and most of the other cities by the bus-load. But it was my *home*. I still can't say that I consider Tucson home. In my heart it's more like a prison than a home. I really resent moving out here. I know that's where Becky wanted to go and I don't regret marrying her in the least, but I wish now I would have tried to convince her to not move so far away. Maybe somewhere a day's drive closer to family where three or four visits a year are possible instead of just one that costs 500 dollars in plane tickets. I miss my family. Everytime I visit Michigan now and I hug my Grandparents I can't help thinking to myself that next time I'll be hugging a head-stone instead. I hate that feeling. All of the family around here are Becky's. HER mother. HER brother. And this increasingly annoying two-person sorority between Becky and Jennifer that I'll never be a part of. I'm just the spare wheel around here. In Michigan it may be cloudy and the wind is whipping off the lake and boring into your bones...but at least there people are glad to see *me.* I'm going to bed now. I hope I'll dream of home. | | |
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| My time in Michigan is running short. I don't want to go back. I hate the heat and getting stiffed on tips by annoying South Tucson people that don't realize how much of a delivery driver's paycheck goes into his freaking gas tank. All my relatives and everyone I grew up with are up here...I missed them and was ecstatic to spend time with them again. Now I'm going back to a town where no-one gives two hoots about me. Sounds fun eh? | | |
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