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… on murderous rampages before breakfast
Have you ever been watching one of those true crime shows on television and wondered what you would do if you accidentally came across... Read More
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… on christmas magic despite spiking
I love Christmastime (I also love that spell check doesn’t autocorrect me when I type it as all one word). I really do. I... Read More
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… on camelot and christmastime responsibility
Well, it’s that time of year again. All year long, I try to fly under the radar. By all appearances, I’m just a regular... Read More
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… on apples falling from trees
You know the saying, ‘The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree’? Ya? You know the horror that courses through your veins when... Read More
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… on freakin’ rainbows and T
Do you remember when I told you the story of T and Marshal? Seriously, no? C’mon, it was late last summer and I wrote... Read More
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… on freakin’ bisquick
I have received many messages over the past few months of this fledgling blog. By far, especially initially, the messages would gently (or not... Read More
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… on it all being greek to me
About a week ago, I got a text from number three son Jack. I should probably point out that number three son Jack is... Read More
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… on an empty nest, temporary ocd, and calvin and hobbes
I’ve written about being a mama bear, even a bristly one. Protecting cubs, advocating for cubs, and the occasional mauling of a particularly obstinate... Read More
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… on why blaze could not have had plastic surgery in europe
Late last night I heard some commotion at the side door. Monty was up and woofing, so I came downstairs and, lo and behold,... Read More
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… a poem for my new friend. death becomes her.
The Undertaker’s Rose My new friend wears a great expression Not sadness, anger, nor depression You’d have to offer your concession That ‘happy’ is... Read More
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… on loving football and being feminist peewee pervert
My nearly perfect husband had made me a roaring fire in the fireplace. Chicken corn chowdah (a Dingle Family fall staple) was on the... Read More