Month: June 2014
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Cowboy hats
Me: “I wonder what brought on my sudden penchant for classic cars and men in cowboy hats?” Edison’s Black Dahlia, without looking up from the computer: “Menopause.” Smart ass.
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Nuts
I do the same thing with pistachios as I do with the waste basket, using an entirely different yet equally as intricate and well-researched methodology. Rather than telling myself there’s “hope” if I successfully toss a three-pointer — such as crumpled paper or various other debris — into the gaping mouth of the trash…
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Get to the point
I never sleep on Sunday nights and as I lay there with a bazillion thoughts running through my brain it occurred to me that I never really did get to the point on the last post, as in what I’d done that made me feel like I’m in control of…
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Yay me!
Don’t be fooled by the overt optimism, things are about as bad as I can possibly imagine and I’m desperate to get my children set up for a successful life — meaning healthy, happy and self sufficient. Shit just keeps happening and I spend hours upon hours trying to figure…
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Being all I’m supposed to be
7-11 guy was sweet this a.m. as I picked up a soda and a coffee while D got gas in preparation for borrowing my car for a much overdue guys’ day out with his high school friend Gabe from New Mexico. (Run-on!) I kept thinking 7-11 dude was saying “gage,” but he was saying…
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Reaped
Speaking of idioms, it occurs to me that “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” is only true if you want to eat the bird. In that case, the two in the bush are worth nothing to you because saying something you can see and can’t have…
At Least They're Committed 