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This is picked up I sleep under fine art The very latest in home decorating We did this, yep. A couple of weeks ago we went to a friend of Noodle’s on a play date. It turned out to be the kind of house that makes…
This is picked up I sleep under fine art The very latest in home decorating We did this, yep. A couple of weeks ago we went to a friend of Noodle’s on a play date. It turned out to be the kind of house that makes…
Well, I’m back. You didn’t notice I was missing? Just read the posts written from Thanksgiving until the week before Christmas, especially this one. They were written by my evil twin. Between you and me, she needs to be institutionalized. Or at least heavily medicated. I must admit that I am not one of those…
http://www.nopros.eu/index/ Of course we all know it could have been much worse. It’s been four months this week since the snip-snip incident. The chickens are no longer getting double-takes at the grocery store. In fact, if you don’t look too closely, my babies look perfectly perfect once more. Everytime Chicken Noodle asks for scissors…
Santa stopped by the chickens’ preschool the other day. Very kind of him to go out of his way like that. Just like Santa to make sure that even the 7 a.m. to 6 p.m. daycare kids whose parents don’t have time to go to the grocery store let alone the mall where Santa normally…
Should you find yourself in an anxiety-ridden funk like the one *someone* (ahem) has been in as of late, take these specific steps to immediately remedy the situation. Take a road trip. Two cars, three adults, five children aged five and under, 24 hours, 400 miles and many salty snack foods should suffice. Weather: freezing…
Yesterday, Chicken Noodle got a flu shot. Afterwards, I took both chickens out for ice cream. We sat together in a booth in a very quiet restaurant, relaxing for the first time in a frantic day. After a moment my mind started to churn with all of the things I still needed to accomplish, one…
This whole book thing is sucking the life force out of me. I know, I know. It’s what I’ve always wanted and I should be able to find the joy in it and by complaining I sound like a big fat whiner and nobody likes a whiner. Captain Daddy and I got mired in a…
Captain Daddy and I recently watched the original documentary “Woodstock”, made in 1970 one year after the illustrious event itself. I was born that year. Even though my parents weren’t hippies, watching the film explained them, their generation, and the last forty years in some interesting ways. At turns appalling and deep, “Woodstock” turned…
Today, as I pull out my hair and gnash my teeth trying to get through some mind-scrunching edits on my book when I really should be in the kitchen baking two pies for tomorrow and definitely shouldn’t be blogging at all, I offer you only a modest gift. But isn’t it a lovely one? “Maybe…
The meeting with the publisher went very well. If all goes as discussed, my book will be on the shelves next fall. It’s the strangest sensation. Driving home, my brain was short circuiting. I have every reason to think that this is actually happening, after so many years of it not happening. I am going…