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Family history 101 . . . Glad
I embrace the missing slat in the verticle blinds because when I sit here and grin at my computer I appear sinister . . . one eye, bangs and my twisted smile with way too many gums. Heh. Yes, I KNOW I’m a little dark and I’ve come to realize that…
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Cookies
Squealing, laughing, clapping my hands and kicking my feet. I do, I do, I doooo recognize and embrace joy! But, hell yeah, Ellen’s right. My blog is depressing. I uuused to know how to write witty, funny stuff. Must, must, must figure out how to do it again! After all,…
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Two down
Yup. I for sure was going to write short stories on the Deadly Sins to practice my craft, but I’ve been busy and I DO have one started but there are so many more important things I have to do, such as Scrabble, and it’s been too easy putting it…
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Wrath
Uh-oh! Watch out! Requisite parental bitch-fit to rapidly ensue: Don’t you touch them. That’s all. You don’t get to. For as pissed as I get with my husband for his weight gain and lack of ambition, you’d best be happy that he outweighs me by 100+ pounds after you nearly run…
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‘Be …’
I don’t know why I always think of this SNL skit when I see Tom Brady except, of course, there’s a lot of truth to it. The moral of the story is that to avoid sexual harassment claims, one needs to: Be Handsome Be Attractive Don’t be unattractive But with the…
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Dickens kind of day
Hauling my black rolling suitcase down the hotel hallway at 5 a.m., I pass the doors behind which my colleagues sleep. Singing Journey’s Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ quietly to myself I tear off the badge and toss it away. I am done. The stench of spicy breakfast burritos at the airport further…
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Addendum
Was reading down a couple posts ago and thought I ought to add that I understand myself now and I’m no longer losing it, thank you very much. Totally detailed my segue into sanity in a blog post, but figured I ought to keep it private. Pity. It’s delightfully creative!
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Refugees
It really doesn’t matter whether tea is bad for plants because my pitcher is half full and I need to dump it somewhere. If the leaves wither, well, I might feel the slightest bit sorry, but I won’t cry because they’re not really mine. They were abandon and I’ve simply…
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“The secret ‘tween what’s wrong and right is mostly hidden in plain sight”
It’s a line from my book, the one I actually finished, in case you’re wondering. I periodically put lines I’ve written in my books and stories on here and on Twitter so the two who follow me too closely can Google them in hopes of learning from whence they came so they…
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Research Envy
I apologize if the title of this blog is misleading, I do not envy people who conduct research. It’s a rather arduous and dirty business actually. And sometimes there are bugs. Instead, I’m researching envy because it’s an emotion I do not have. I do sort of understand it, but…
At Least They're Committed 