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Recipe for a Headache 24

Recipe for a Headache

My life policy of Don’t Get Harried is inviolate. Also, I lie a lot, especially on Mondays, when zipping around and feeling always eight minutes behind is the norm, and my life policy is brutally, repeatedly violated. The policy of Don’t Get Harried is predicated by the fact that doing...

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Juicy Fruit 16

Juicy Fruit

 Scroogey McSkinTheReindeer here. It’s that time of the year again. Sumpin’ about jolly and holly. Not this grouch’s vibe. Nor is Kill The Turkeys day. In trying to put a finger on why the holidays make me want to carve a cave into the side of Wal-Mart using my bare...

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Husband as Muse 23

Husband as Muse

  A few weeks ago, I danced over to Jazz’s blog and enjoyed a welcome surprise: her post that day had been hand-written. It startled me how much I liked seeing her handwriting and not just her typing; it reminded me of the individual behind the blog; it gave me...

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Ridding the Planet of the Scourge That Is Breathing and Upright Turkeys 24

Ridding the Planet of the Scourge That Is Breathing and Upright Turkeys

Sometimes I get all ranty on my students. This happens, in particular, when they kvetch about having to take classes “that don’t have anything to do with what I’m going into”–although, were they at the keyboard, that sentiment would read more like “taht dont have any thing to with WHat...

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Sweet Like Sugar 22

Sweet Like Sugar

I haven’t seen the Spiderman, Iron Man, or Batman movies of recent years. I don’t applaud politicians who promise to change our lives. I don’t get all weepy over photos of my grandmother sitting in a big leather chair, doing her tatting. I sometimes think members of the military are...

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And People Say Kids Don’t Pick Up After Themselves 22

And People Say Kids Don’t Pick Up After Themselves

  With the friendliest of intentions, one of our neighbors handed us a stack of magazines the other week. They were very good magazines, but the realities of life mean it would be three years before we would ever actually read them. Clearly, while some of them could be donated...

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Still At It 12

Still At It

Since I have stacks of papers this week–both revisions and new essays–I’m going to continue to milk the anniversary in this post. Here are a couple of videos wherein I babble about our weekend. The first video has ice and gives you a spin of the kitchen. This next video...

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Bestill 36

Bestill

  My dad was the person who taught me to be comfortable with silence. We could get in the car and drive for twenty minutes without a word being spoken. While his and my mother’s relationship ultimately cracked under the weight of that silence, for me, the daughter, his quiet...

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Just Jam It All into the Inbox and Yell ‘F*** It’ A Lot 19

Just Jam It All into the Inbox and Yell ‘F*** It’ A Lot

There is a National Association of Professional Organizers. In the Denver area, a professional organizer makes $75/hour. My sister, overwhelmed and anxious in the face of her stacks of belongings, uses a professional organizer. In fact, she’s committed to drawing upon the inheritance from our dad’s and grandmother’s estates to...

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Hello, PetCo? I’d Like to Cancel My Line of Credit 25

Hello, PetCo? I’d Like to Cancel My Line of Credit

  When I met him, my husband was a naturalist. Raise your hand if your first thought, after reading that sentence, went a little something like “Jocelyn’s husband was a nudist????” Now put your hand down, Tinkerbell. You’re all alone in front of your computer, after all, which means it’s...

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