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IT’S NOT THE TRAGEDIES THAT KILL US, IT’S THE MESSES. — dorothy parker

 
 
 
 

Archive for April, 2009

Never at a loss for props

I’ve written about this before.
Let me quote myself:
Growing up as the daughter of an outdoorsman meant I posed with every dead thing my dad brought home. Every fish, rabbit, bird or mammal he snared, trapped or shot. And in each picture I have the same expression on my face: a forced smile in response to [...]

Culture – it’s not just for yogurt

My effort to add a dash of culture to our weekly schedule begins with a family trip to the Detroit Institute of Arts. Armed with a map of the galleries, I lead the pack through the crowded building. It was family Sunday at the museum: culture, with extra toppings.
Sometimes in my zeal to share my passions [...]

Would you like bread with that sandwich?

I suppose this is what I get for going to a fast food restaurant in the first place:
(For years, I prided myself in avoiding them. I was disciplined. But things change. Budgets get tighter. Schedules get funky. Certain people fall asleep in the car when you are hungry and miles from home. Certain sleepy people [...]

Menage a tortoise

 

I’m not buying this story

I’m steering through the heavy rain in the predawn, listening to radio news, when an item nearly takes me off the road: Woman didn’t know she was pregnant until she gave birth. 
Check it out for yourself: 
They even included sound bites from the 911 call in which the dispatcher and the mother discuss cleaning up the [...]

Get the shovel and tissues

As you may recall, one of our “twin terror” cats died in January. After the tears and an indoor “service” we placed one of the cat brothers on ice while the other brother looked at us with infinite confusion.
This is what our veterinarian suggested in January. When there was a foot of snow on the [...]

You can run, but you can’t hide

Had I not successfully asked for and received a postponement, this is how I’d be spending my Friday.
Turns out the courts aren’t a babysitting service and don’t want three-year-olds in attendance at legal proceedings.
Turns out the only babysitter I had available landed a full-time gig.
Turns out not a soul I know is available to babysit [...]

Basket of colorful ones — and a stinker

Religious holidays have a way of exploding like stink bombs around these parts. And by these parts I mean the parts that are closest to my head and heart and home. That’s because I grew up in a world where religious holidays were synonymous with boot camp.
They were and still are serious affairs. Before sunrise [...]

Bon Jovi called: He wants his hair back

Good day! How is your hair? If you’re proud of your hair decisions, thanks for visiting. If you have a hair horror story or some other humiliating moment captured on film, then join the party. It’s hosted by Marcy of the Glamorous Life Association. Go on over and check it out.
 
There is no shortage of [...]

The one about Montana

 
Here is my Facebook profile:

My husband laughs whenever he sees it. But he doesn’t ask me to change it.
That’s because after nine years of marriage, 11 years of togetherness, and 17 years since we met, there’s still no easy way to tell our story.
It’s complicated.
Let’s start by saying when we met, when our eyes locked, [...]

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