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Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief?
At loose ends this morning, Wee Niblet queried, “Dad, can we go down in the basement and find stuff we’re not using and tape it together?” Hoppin’ sassafras, but that’s my kind of question. After some basement diving and an hour of various tapings, the result was this: Even more fun than the result, of…
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My Fantasy Island: Herve Villachez Is to Ricardo Montalban As…a Hawaii Getaway Is to My Snowy Weekend in Duluth
“My Fantasy Island: Herve Villachez Is to Ricardo Montalban As…a Hawaii Getaway Is to My Snowy Weekend in Duluth” Some folks might argue that I am prone to excess. For example, I have been known to have more than 60 pairs of shoes loitering in my closet, mingling and sweating in there until I’m ready…
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“Our House: In the Middle of the Week” According to Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, “shelter” could fall somewhere between being a physiological and a safety need. What I know is I like all kinds of shelter– from a bivy sackto a Quinzee hut to an RV to a little white lie (“But I had to…
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“Birkebeiner, Redux” Tomorrow, North America’s largest cross-country ski race, The American Birkebeiner, will be held, despite–as I may have mentioned once or twice–a general lack of snow in the region. Race organizers have abbreviated the course, and only the elite athletes will actually be skiing a competitive, timed race, but, heck, such decisions have salvaged…
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Cooling Our Jets
“Cooling Our Jets” In my last post, I pretty much took the piss out of winter–and February especially. Time for true confessions: I actually adore winter. It is one of my three favorite seasons, in fact. And when a winter overflows with snow, it makes the cut for Top Two. But, damn, when there’s no…
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Yo, Brad Pitt: I’ve Got Your Arts & Crafts House Right Here
“Yo, Brad Pitt: I’ve Got Your Arts & Crafts House Right Here” We in Northern Minnesota are most definitely riding the hump of winter, one with particularly cold temps and very little snow. It’s been dark for some months now, here on the pack ice, the sled dogs have been howling relentlessly, and we’ve just…
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Crumbs and Poo: Making Martha Stewart Roll Over in Her Banana Bourbon Layer Cake
“Crumbs and Poo: Making Martha Stewart Roll Over in Her Banana Bourbon Layer Cake” (This is my attempt at heart-shaped red Snickerdoodles for a kids’ neighborhood party: not so lovely. But excellent baked goods would be wasted on a crowd who thinks Blues Clues is high art, so I worry not) Groom and I are…
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Does This Donut Make My Butt Look Big?
“Does This Donut Make My Butt Look Big?” Women are weird about their bodies. And by this, I mean about each other’s bodies even more than their own. Certainly, every woman I know has a hearty dose of bodily self-loathing: “My belly shakes when the wind blows.” “This arm wattle? Stand back when I stir…
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Despite the Vomit, Why We Don’t Send the Lad to Be Fostered at the Nearest Castle
“Despite the Vomit, Why We Don’t Send the Lad to Be Fostered at the Nearest Castle” He could end up a page to some dashing knight if we did, you know. And he’d learn the ins and outs of keeping chain mail rust free, which is a skill I’d like at least one member…
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Meme-ries
“Meme-ries” Dorky Dad did it. I’m pointing a finger, and it’s not my pointer finger. At any rate, I jump here, in this post, fully into the life and times of Blogville. Make me mayor for a day, woncha? City keys and all? So, yes, I’ve been tagged with a meme. And even though these…
