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A collection of the featured posts as they appeared on mo'time

by: bluematrix

well the awards screening was fun. like i figured we won for best credits, which, from seeing the others, i'd have to agree with. and while i don't think our film was the worst of the 15 finalists, we were definitely towards the bottom. but what the heck, we made it to the finalist's screening, i got to walk up and receive an award, and we made it on the 'best of' dvd...not everyone got to do that.
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Background on the "48 hour sleep project"
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by: AmericanDad

For one thing she could eat.  I've always been pretty confused by girls who just picked at their food and insisted they never got hungry.  This was no salad eating, lettuce flicking girl.  She ate heartily and when someone, maybe it was me, commented on it she just shrugged and said growing up with three brothers would do that to you.  You had to eat fast and keep the pace or you'd starve.

She leaned back in her chair and burped.  This wasn't one of those cover your mouth with three fingers and let a little bubble out, I'm talking she blew us away.  (You know what I'm talking about, don't you Hope?)  Something moved in my heart as I realized that this was the girl of my dreams.  Her brother shook his head and said something about how it was a wonder that she wasn't taken, and it really was.
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by: taming

I had a great time at the Farmer's Market. We will eat well for yet another week. On the way out, I passed by a stand selling Ukrainian sausage and pierogi plates. Hummm, RT sure loves that stuff, so I bought some, and yup, headed back to his office with it. On my way there, I had an ah ha moment. You see, when I was a busy single mom, with a demanding full time career, I often said that I needed a wife. This morning, I finally realized that I have somehow become the wife I always dreamt of having.

RT grew up in the 50s, in a small prairie town. His mom wasn't much of a cook, but dinner was on the table, regular as clockwork, every evening. The laundry was done on Monday, and the clean clothes were neatly folded and put away the same day. RT's dad earned a good living, and pretty much left anything house-ish to his wife. It wasn't argued, or debated; that's just the way things were back then.

RT went away to the big city for University, where he was exposed to feminism and women who expected to be treated as equals. It was a confusing time, not just for small town prairie guys, but for women like me, who, as we grew up, lived in homes that were traditional, in that 50s way.
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