Author Archives: Neal Locke

Stupid Yard & Square Trees

I drove up to my house this afternoon and instantly noticed all three of my neighbors (on both sides and accross the street) were mowing their yards. Mine, as always, was a jungle. I caved to the peer pressure and … Continue reading

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Drum Roll, Please…

Thanks for waiting so patiently, folks. After we left the doctor’s office, we went to lunch, called our parents, then went to Babies ‘R Us and spent three hours registering for all sorts of baby stuff. Finally, we went to … Continue reading

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Waiting…

Today is the day of reckoning. It’s 12:29; Amy and I are sitting in the waiting room of her doctor’s office. In a few minutes we will go in and I’ll get to see for the first time a picture … Continue reading

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School of Blog?

And then there were two. Bloggies, say hello to your future teacher (English II Pre-AP & English IV AP), who now has her own blog at Mrs. Grimes’s Classroom. This blogging phenomenon seems to be catching on. Perhaps we shall … Continue reading

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Motherhood, Inc.

I’m sitting here in a maternity store, outside the fitting room, while Amy tries on clothes, periodically popping her head through the curtain to send me on a quest for a different size. There are pregnant women everywhere. The few … Continue reading

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Come Join Cool Debate

This could turn out to be fun: Mexican Immigration Debate on Comments from one of Christina’s blogs. Annie??? Help???? Willer??? (Nah, you’d probably side with Timothy).

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Out of the Blue (Talent Show Preview Lyrics)

I whisper your name, when out of the blue sometimes You lead me on, until I catch you again: Gone…just like the wind Blowing right through my soul again–cold, cold air. Breathing into me life again, everywhere And what if … Continue reading

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