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Pets and the Lottery

Well, Cappy is in the "hospital" right now because the puppies have moved to Austin to be with my sister, and we think his depression overstimulated his colon. Which means the poor doggy was pooing all over everything, and none too happy to eat. Which is a great weight loss plan for him, but not really a healthy one. So tonight Mama is... Read more →
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O yah…

And Mama got a new job, moving up in the world, working for the client, not the contractor. Yay!!!! Yay MAMA!!! So even though her puppies went back to Austin this weekend, she is happier, much much. Finally, the "little guy" who works her ass off, shows up on time for 19 years, and never steals even a parking space, gets something.... Read more →
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Livin’ On the Edge

I had one of those feelings tonight as I was driving home, Don't go to Barnes and Noble, go to Half-Price Books... And as a rule, I usually follow them if the feeling doesn't tell me to go jump off a bridge. And usually I find a reason why I should have followed it (a great deal on something, I run into a friend, etc...), or a reason I would... Read more →
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Teaching me about…well, teaching.

Today I made a breakthrough, minor though it was, with one of my younger students, ...or maybe I helped her understand something she learned earlier anyway, I'm not sure which. She's going to first grade in the fall, and we talked about 1 eye, 2 eyes, one cat, two cats...how you add an "s" to make a regular noun plural. She was so proud of... Read more →
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Innnnnnnn-ta-resting…

From the Princeton Review: Interior designers work closely with architects and clients to determine the structure of a space, the needs of the occupants, and the style that best suits both. The position is a combination of engineer and artist, and it takes a unique type of mind to handle both of those concepts well...Interior design is hard... Read more →
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*rantrantrant*

My friend Heather is going through some rough times, and all the weirdness I felt about spending time with her/her husband has evaporated. I was worried about running into my X, about having to fake civility at a party, about making people choose, Hmm, we can't invite Paul because she's going to be there... Or, even worse, the other way... Read more →
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Where I’m coming from.

Because I have to share this. I still find this article from Salon.com deeply, deeply amusing. And informative to the non-smokers out there. I am a smoker. I hate you, too. By Carina Chocano | Feb. 8, 2000 Smoker! The word connotes danger, scorching good looks, searing wit, burning rubber, smoldering passion, barbecued pork! And yet,... Read more →
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About quitting smoking. AGAIN.

I don't want to. But it's "right", and it drives Tony crazy. Hell, I remember those days when I used to beg David not to smoke, I remember saying how disgusting it was, how I looked down on smokers. But then I made friends with cigarettes, and in a lot of situations, they were my only comfort, the shoulder I leaned on that did not judge, did... Read more →
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Angry? No I’m not ANGRY!!!!!

I get this email after my students have been dicking with their schedules lately, cancelling classes and suggesting that I move other students' times for their convenience: Subj: Classes canalled for the coming summer from May 24 to Aug. 15 You know, too many activates will happen to my family during this summer. We made some adjustment... Read more →
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Shakespeare, no. Interesting? We’ll see.

I have fantasized about becoming a writer recently. I don't know if it's quitting smoking (again.) and the fact that nicotine has drained from my body and I need somewhere to channel that pent up stress, or what, but I started this thing the other day where I was like imagining how great it would be to be a writer. How I would be fabulously... Read more →
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A Five-Cat Fire

Having 5 cats means I swallow about 50 pounds of cat hair a year. Or more. I pull a long piece of fuzz out of my eyes at least 3 times a day. Every piece of clothing I own looks like mohair to some extent. And people always ask, "Don't they fight?" And to this point I have been able to blithely say, "No, actually, they get along... Read more →
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Directions: Open mouth, insert foot.

The daughter of a friend of mine has lost her boyfriend last weekend, and in the office today, her daughter was there. I was terrified of my athlete's-foot-of-the-tongue, and tried not to show it, because I didn't want her to know how slightly uncomfortable I was that she was there. It's not her fault that shit just flies out of my mouth,... Read more →
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A Small, Humble Prayer

Not being a praying type of gal, I don't do this a lot. But I think a letter of Thanks is in order for the blessings in my life recently. In no particular order... Mushy squshy lovey dovey eternal thanks for Tony. My angel. A man who will hold a Wal-Mart bag full of vomit and say, "Wow, I'm glad this bag doesn't have any holes in it!"... Read more →