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Aminal Crackers.
My handbag is basically a pic-a-nic basket (whenever you can be more like Yogi Bear, I strenuously recommend it—start by adding an extra syllable to pic-a-nic basket). At any given point in time, there is an apple, an orange, three … Continue reading
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My Four Cents About “Me, Too.”
First, and foremost, let me say, “me, too.” And let me share my wish of so many deep, hugs and bottomless glasses of wine and fathomless conversations with loved ones that heal with their words and their presence to every … Continue reading
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Today. . .
Today I lost my dog. Today I lost my dog. The heaviness of this sentence keeps echoing against the walls of my empty chest in utter disbelief. In the silent early hours of this morning, I lay on the hardwood … Continue reading
Disenfranchised or Shallow?
I can’t tell. Here’s a low down dirty truth about me– This morning, The Ginger wanted to know whether the formation of PACs was a result of the original FEC laws from the seventies or the BCRA. This is NOT … Continue reading
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My REAL Resume
I am updating my resume. I’m not looking for a job, it’s just that sometimes, I like to sit down and put my accomplishments in writing. For me. Also, I am equally forgetful and prone to embellishment so I think … Continue reading
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Tagged honest resume, humor, resume
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Facewash – A Parenting Play in Two Acts
Last evening, while unpacking a bag of toiletries from the store. . . . Me: Hey, boys. Put this in your shower and use it on your face. The Ginger: Um, I don’t think so. It’s kind of inappropriate looking. … Continue reading
Sorry, (Whatever is Italian for Charlie)
Dear Italian People I Have Known, I regret to inform you that you may be required by nationality to disown me after this post, but it must be said. . . I know that this pasta shape has a name. … Continue reading
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What Brings the Boys to the Yard?
Let’s be clear about something. Shakes should be made of ice cream. Only of ice cream. Not of protein, not of yogurt, not of fruit. Ice. Cream. I don’t want to see the nutrition information on a liquid that you … Continue reading
DC Calling
Generally, I’m a Marvel girl. It’s nothing personal, really, I just find the cast of characters more interesting. The lynchpin has always been the DC cornerstones of Superman and Batman–Superman with his super irritating clean-cut incessant goody-two shoes bumbling and … Continue reading
The Affair Continues
For anyone who is following the progress of my affair with Shuffle, I wanted to let you know that he is in full Valentine week woo. Saturday, when faced with the grueling task of completing my long run on the … Continue reading
The Run Playlist and My New Affair (Bad Words)
Alright. I’m saying it out loud. In writing. I. Was. Wrong. I have MF’d the iTunes Genius (or lack thereof) and the “random” shuffle feature on my Big Brother Apple devices for years. I mean, NOBODY can design a playlist … Continue reading
Cereal Killer
When I was a child, cereal was an integral part of my life. Assured by advertisers that it was “part of a balanced breakfast,” (I guess I assumed that the remaining parts were hidden in the milk and under the … Continue reading
Nostalgia
Today, I’m packing away the holidays. Yes, I’m a lazy ghit, I should have done it a week ago, but my family was off school and work and I just couldn’t bear to add finality to our tryst by tidying … Continue reading
Watched TV Today
Women in perfume ads look at perfume bottles the same way that I look at great food. Until they come up with a perfume that smells like steak, warm brownies and ice cold beer, you wont see me getting PG-13 … Continue reading
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Playdate at Ralphie’s House
It’s easy to love A Christmas Story. Even if you don’t love Christmas, the movie speaks to either a childhood that you had or one that you longed for. An amazing blend of a uniquely American holiday experience, a coming … Continue reading
J-E-L-L-OOOOO!
Prior to my off the cuff stop in to the Jello museum in Le Roy, New York, I knew a few things about Jell-O. I knew, for instance, that Jell-O is a colloidal protein and that the protein chains require … Continue reading
That Time I Almost Peed on the Rug
There are fourteen two story outhouses in the United States. Fourteen. I’ve seen a few. I’m not going to say that “See All 14 Two Story Outhouses” is on my bucket list, but I’m also not prone to missing an … Continue reading
Kidnapped a Friend
I have kidnapped a friend. I think that I’d be great at improv, because when I commit, I COMMIT. My great friend just hit U.S. soil after a long deployment somewhere unsavory (or very savory–depends on your point of view, … Continue reading
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Tagged A Christmas Story House, Angel Was Here Monument, Betty Beaver Gas Station, I90 Road Trip, Jell-o Museum, New York Road Trip, Niagara Falls, Road Trip, Road Trip USA, To Do on I90 New York, Travel, Two Story Outhouse
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Angel Was Here Monument
I’m not Mormon, so my adding the Angel Was Here Monument to my “Road Trip Bucket List” seemed like a strange choice to some. I entertained a lot of ‘Whys’ and requests for explanation so here’s how it breaks down: … Continue reading
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Tagged Angel Was Here, Cross Country Drive, Moroni, Palmyra, Travel
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Ridiculous. Squared.
I’m prone to exaggerate. It’s fine, I’ve come to terms with it. But I’m also kind of a magnet for the ridiculous. Which I’ve come to embrace. The trouble happens when something truly DELICIOUSLY ridiculous happens to me but, because … Continue reading