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Montana Dress Code – Say it Ain’t So

As I was reading the recent publication of the 64th Montana House of Representatives Legislative Session Dress Code, I have to admit, for a moment I thought it was a satire piece straight from the pages of The Onion. Then I realized the truth. This was no joke. I laughed so hard my bonnet nearly fell… Continue reading Montana Dress Code – Say it Ain’t So

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Thanksgiving Envy

With mere hours to go on the Turkey Day countdown, you’ve probably checked most items off your official Food Network Thanksgiving Planning To-Do List. Yeah, me neither. According to the Food Network guide, my menu should have been planned one month in advance. That’s ridiculous - mine has been planned for much, much longer -… Continue reading Thanksgiving Envy

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Yakasses on a Plane? Say it Ain’t So!

We’re less than a week away from the busiest time of the year in air travel – the Christmas holiday season.  According to the American Air Trade Industry, between December 17 and January 6, 15 million people will line up for their pre-flight TSA grope.  And if the FCC gives the green light, those 15… Continue reading Yakasses on a Plane? Say it Ain’t So!

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The Last Best Place – But Not For Haters

  I’ve lived in Bozeman a long time.  One of the things I’ve always appreciated about this community is how welcoming it is – to everyone.  It reminds me of my Southern home where when company comes, we roll out the red carpet to show folks we’re glad you’re visiting.  We throw a little extra… Continue reading The Last Best Place – But Not For Haters

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A Convert Comes Clean

They say that converts are the worst.  Reformed carb addicts have been known to snatch a piece of still warm baguette from your hands while shrieking, “You’ll THANK me for this!”  Reformed smokers complain the loudest when a whiff of a stray puff so much as crosses their nostrils.  And I may be the worst… Continue reading A Convert Comes Clean

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Give me fitness. Give me abs. Give me a Hawaii Chair.

Experts say it takes three weeks to turn a new behavior into a habit.  So if my past experience is a predictor, at two weeks into my New Year’s fitness regime I’m going to be, well, bored.  Cardio intervals? Yawn. Core fitness? Zzzzzz.  Eat less, exercise more?  What-EVER. Give me gimmicks.  Give me fads.  Give… Continue reading Give me fitness. Give me abs. Give me a Hawaii Chair.

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Is A Baby Sister Really Too Much To Ask For?

My youth was idyllic.  My days were drama-free. It was so darned peaceful that Mr. Bluebird occasionally landed on my shoulder to whistle a cheerful tune.  I never heard those words so frequently uttered by Country Squire station wagon driving dads on family roads trips: “DON’T make me pull this car over!” But my childhood… Continue reading Is A Baby Sister Really Too Much To Ask For?

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Maternal Instinct

Some women are born to be mothers.  Then there’s me.  The tell-tale signs of my lack of maternal instincts started at a tender age.  While other girls fussed and cooed over their plastic baby dolls, I cut all the hair off mine and left it naked in the backyard in the rain for five days.… Continue reading Maternal Instinct

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Not Eggs-axctly What the Easter Bunny Had in Mind

An Easter Egg Hunt at the Seattle's Woodland Park Zoo turned from a festive spring holiday event into a hard boiled criminal case when two moms got into a fist fight.  According to witnesses, the fight started when one of the mothers shoved a kid out of the way so her snot-nosed brat could get… Continue reading Not Eggs-axctly What the Easter Bunny Had in Mind