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Topsy Turvy Freaky

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weird the things that can frighten me now that I'm an adult. I'm not talking about real horrors that could rob me of my sheltered life: terminal illness, family tragedies, natural disasters, Chinese organ thieves. That stuff, I can handle. I'm not even freaked by "usual" weird ... View Post

The PW Connection

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think almost any gal who's started a blog over the last few years has flirted with the fantasy of becoming "The Next Pioneer Woman." I am under no such illusions. There are some similarities between PW and me. When she refers to a trip into the "Big City," she means the city where I live. ... View Post

Language Warning

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trucker. Spit. Son of a pitcher. Stupid comment function. Or unfunction, as the case may be. Thanks to my ongoing and seemingly insoluble troubles with the comment function of this blog — which I have still failed to replicate, despite hundreds of attempts — I missed a comment today that I ... View Post

Blinds Leading the Blind

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Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Not that November didn't try very hard to kill me. December had a whack at me, too, come to think of it. Nevertheless, I have emerged on the other side. Tired, disorganized and cranky, the chatelaine of a disheveled palace, and the mother of ... View Post

Curbside Carryout

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say your phone rings on a random Tuesday afternoon. The voice on the other end asks: "Will you drop what you're doing and meet me on the side of the road right now to help me lift something heavy, dirty and awkward into my car?" What would you say?   I'm too busy. I don't do ... View Post