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It’s that time of year again, where I perform my little dance for the gods of winter in hopes that the white stuff will fall from the sky in copious amounts. When a fluffy layer covers the ground sufficiently, I dress like a colorful Michelin Man and strap the equivalent of 2 x 4s to… Continue reading A Slippery Slope
It's obvious that I've not participated in NaBloNoPo, which challenges bloggers to make a daily post in November. I've been participating in NoBloInNo (No Blog posts In November) this month during which I've failed make even one post this month. Outstanding indeed. It's been a bitch of a month of parenting and quite frankly, I just haven't… Continue reading Learning To Wobble
Twenty years ago, The Husband and I were serving as Peace Corps Volunteers in Western Samoa. On September 30, just before 7 a.m., a massive 8.3 earthquake occured 120 miles from Apia, the capital city where we lived. The earthquake triggered a tsunami that crashed 20 foot waves into this tiny island nation. American Samoa was… Continue reading Samoa Earthquake
In my lifetime with dogs, I have never, ever had anything like this happen. It still freaks me out and I can't believe it happened. It was a near tragedy. All because of this: The real culprit in this case was the family size bag. Now what could a Cheetos bag possibly have to… Continue reading A Very Close Call
had a change of heart regarding my Speaking in Tongues - Part I post and will put it back on the blog in the very near future. Isn't the purpose of a blog to have a forum to say exactly what you want? I am naughty. A little potty-mouthed. Downright bawdy at times. Extremely sarcastic. A… Continue reading Naughty By Nature
Older Boy announced he wanted to go to Europe with the language class during spring break, a plan that I fully support. But there was only one major question: how to pay for this little adventure. I love travel. I believe in travel. I wish someone would pay me to travel. But I also know… Continue reading The Piano Man
Older Boy is 13. Dare I say, very 13. (My mother is quick to remind me that I was very 13 once myself.) And he isn't afraid to call it as he sees it. His observations lack that one, often crucial ingredient - tact. So it was no great surprise while we were in the… Continue reading The World According to the 13-Year-Old
While I wasn't wearing a crisp white suit, a la Fantasy Island's Tattoo, I was standing outside staring at the sky watching for Air Force One. And here is the reward for waiting! I would have loved to have been there but this is a pretty cool consolation prize.
It looks like the hot tub offended the Lord of the Manor. It appears that cookbooks of the low-calorie persuasion piss him off too. I won't complain, though. At least he's still here. But I still can't bring myself to write about that traumatic experience. Not yet anyway.
Our forward thinking HOA Board of Directors decided to hire these guys to do the annual yard maintenance of mowing and weeding this year. It was pretty cool to have them out back in the common area, even if it was only for a day. I cast my vote to keep them full time.There… Continue reading A Better Way to Mow
Denise Malloy 