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I hate sports.

Just so we're clear, I think sports should stay on ESPN and the like. I hate it when they bump my shows off the air. Stupid, retarded basketball anyway!

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  1. Denise10:15 AM

    Hi Krista...just joined Forward Motion Writers and saw your (ancient) Michigan Members post. Is there much going on over there?

    I too participated in NaNo last year (2005) and, much to my amazement, "won." Only because my youngest is now in preschool ;)

    Are you still in Michigan? Stop by my blog and leave a message or email me if you like!

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  2. Denise10:21 AM

    Oops, sorry, your FMW post isn't that ancient! Just noticed your join date, not the post date. Anyway :)

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  3. Denise1:15 PM

    Yes, I'm a scrapping addict too, although with 1st trimester "icky-ness" I haven't been out in over 6 weeks...gotta finish up my 2005 album!

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  4. Krista Heiser11:16 AM

    There's no such thing as being caught up when you're a scrapbooker! lol

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