Archive | April, 2011

“Cute spider” my foot.

April 30, 2011

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"Cute spider" my foot.

Let me begin this story by saying that as a kid/teenager/young adult I had a major phobia regarding spiders. I couldn’t be in the same room with one without hollering for my mom to come and kill it. As a young preschool teacher, I had trouble reading children’s books with drawings of spiders. I’m better […]

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Nest update

April 29, 2011

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Nest update

I had pretty much given up on that nest from last week. I couldn’t help myself – I checked on it way too often and it remained empty. I figured that I had made that little bird fly fah, fah away. Drat. Nature opportunity missed. However, on Friday I came home and thought I’d walk […]

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Thank you, Mr. Plato.

April 28, 2011

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Thank you, Mr. Plato.

Good words to chew on for a Friday. That is all.

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How Lauren died

April 27, 2011

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How Lauren died

The yard was looking pretty shaggy, and needed mowing. The problem is our schedules are pretty tight, and it was either mow it Wednesday night or Sunday afternoon. If we waited until Sunday, I think it might have been difficult to find the driveway through the overgrowth. So, I got home at 6, made a […]

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April 26, 2011

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Roly-poly Dr. Scholl-ys, fifteen bucks at Wally*Mart. Put them on – take not one strolly; three of them! That’s a good start. Walk while shopping, walk ’round town, walk for groc’ries, then sit down. “Curvy shoes for better butt!“ Well, not mine, but then – so what? I’ve no need for better heiney – cheapness […]

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Cereal troubles.

April 25, 2011

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Cereal troubles.

I am annoyed at Special K. Their Red Berries brand is full of cereal and delicious dehydrated strawberry slices, but all the shuffling the boxes go through in transit make the first fourth of the box practically all strawberries, the second fourth a decent mix, and the last half a sad, strawberry-less experience. Can’t they […]

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