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Rules of Engagement

Many people remember the instant it happens. And nothing is ever the same. The sun is brighter. Mr. Bluebird lands on your shoulder because you're just so darned happy. You've become so annoying that your closest friends are actually plotting Mr. Bluebird's untimely demise. And that’s a sure sign that you are head over heels… Continue reading Rules of Engagement

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Cell Phone Addict

When I was a kid and the phone would ring during dinner, my mom would glare at the harvest gold wall mount and yell, “DON’T answer it!” She’d then lower her voice. “Pretend we’re not home,” she’d whisper as if the caller could hear her. According to Mom, there was an appropriate time and place… Continue reading Cell Phone Addict

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Axe the Axe

      Santa, dear Santa It’s that time of year But you showing up Is now my biggest fear   I’m not being critical Of the stuff that you bring In fact, I’ll tell you It’s only one thing   Santa, you know I don’t mean to be mocking But last time you left… Continue reading Axe the Axe

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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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Jeans for Every Occasion. Seriously.

Ever since Jacob Davis and Levi Strauss invented them in 1873, workhorse blue jeans have been a part of the American landscape.  The advent of Lady Levis put them on the female fashion radar in 1934.  And we’ve had a love affair with all things denim ever since. Although we adore our brands with a… Continue reading Jeans for Every Occasion. Seriously.

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Lost – The Home Game

By the time I heard the refrigerator door open for the fifth time in less than a minute, I knew what was next.  Footsteps were heading in my direction, just like clockwork. “Mom,” Older Boy asked, “Where’s the ketchup?” There are only two possible answers to this question at our house – the fridge or… Continue reading Lost – The Home Game