Responsibility
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Comfort and Limitations
It’s dark when the alarm goes off and my husband hits the snooze button to squeeze a few more precious minutes of sleep from his restless night. I lay there not quite wanting to open my eyes and tentatively move… Continue reading
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Patriotic Coffee
Not too much else can be said. Except this… This… Oh, and of course, this. I’d say our house is in order. Not bad for a Nearly Wordless Wednesday. Continue reading
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Gullibility and a Strong Core
In case you were wondering, I’m alive. I did go out on a couple of early morning walks this week, smartly attired in my plaid flannel pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt. By the time Thursday rolled around, though, I was… Continue reading
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It’s not easy being Green.
I know you’re sick of hearing it, but it is what it is. I’m sick. My head feels as if it’s the size of Barbie’s, the right side of my throat (if not constantly lubed up with scorching hot tea… Continue reading
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Making a list. (gasp!)
Oh. My. GAWD. I’m soooooooooooooooooo not ready. Are you? (Everyone but meleah can answer because I already know her answer. She’s a stud.) I must be desperate because I have my notebook out for a list. Do you have any… Continue reading
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Silver linings and Butthole dragging dogs.
As Far As Today Has Gone… What was annoying? Getting up the second the alarm went off, getting ready for my first official day as a person who actually goes to work after a year (only part time) and is… Continue reading
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Dear Desiree…
Tally-Ho NaBloMoPo on Day 14. So move it. Can you do it? Make it burn…on three…ready? Let’s go. Whatever. But this one will be short, because I have to do a post on my food blog today, too. I was… Continue reading
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Dear San Diego Union-Tribune:
As I drag my unwilling body over the scorching sand of the Sahara that is my carpet, I yet again position myself at my trusty desk and keyboard to put a checkmark in the box that denotes another NaBloPoMo done…… Continue reading
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Dear Bakersfield Board of Education Members…
NaBloPoMo: I’m on it with a little hop in my step and a “tally-ho” spirit, raring to go. Onward and upward, and all that sort of rot. To quote my sister when she was very young and we had suffered… Continue reading
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My Dear Doggo…
Day eight-thousand three-hundred ninety two of NaBloPoMo. Or something like that. At this point, I’m wondering if I’ll ever see Tara again. November 7, 2007 My dear Doggo, You gave us quite a quiet fright last night. It took a… Continue reading