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Framed: A Law Degree and a Ransom Note (OS:S in the E-T on the 02/03/13)

February 15th, 2013%

From the February edition of the Empire-Tribune column:

From the foresight, encouragement, and sense of humor of my former boss:

“Sonogenic,” she said of The Ute

February 12th, 2013%

I once was bashful about All Things Stirrups. You know, way back Once Upon a Time.

But then, in order to partake in The In/Fertility Smorgasbord I had to get over that shyness. So I put my big girl silly socks on (the big girl drawers being antithetical and all) and . . . → Read More: “Sonogenic,” she said of The Ute

Trial by Motherhood (OS:S in the E-T on the 01/06/13)

January 31st, 2013%

Sometimes in between the writing and the submitting, Mr. Goodbar reads over the monthly newspaper columns.

Sometimes, not.

When he does, the process is generally one of: reading, head-shaking, re-reading, and then pushing back from the desk combined with a final round of head-shaking.

Last month, in . . . → Read More: Trial by Motherhood (OS:S in the E-T on the 01/06/13)

There’s More Than One Way To Solve The Pants Riddle

September 18th, 2012%

First, for the record, there’s this:

Also for the record: it’s been 3 weeks and we still haven’t solved the riddle of The Mystery Pants.

And also for the record: those shorts have shown up in the wash at least four times in three weeks.

Methinks I am . . . → Read More: There’s More Than One Way To Solve The Pants Riddle

Before and After and Other Such

February 16th, 2012%

Before:

After:

That there’s the fountain-o-youth haircut, paired with the “quit trying to pull my shoe off of my foot while I’m taking a picture, you rascal of a kid” mid-sentence expression.

Hardly any difference in the length (only 3-4″), my super-awesome stylist, Lady Di, having invoked the only-one-big-change-at-a-time . . . → Read More: Before and After and Other Such

Tequila-Lime Chicken Toe with a Splash of Bum

July 21st, 2011%

Yesterday evening I sustained a heinous injury to the second toe on my left foot in what shall hereafter be referred to as The Mower Incident. There is some household debate about whether or not I will lose the nail (and I’m rather surprised he’s arguing the point with me, considering I skipped . . . → Read More: Tequila-Lime Chicken Toe with a Splash of Bum

I Shall Soon Forget I Even Told You This (Although You Might Not Be So Lucky)

July 1st, 2011%

Hug, hug, kiss, kiss, I’ve missed you Other Such Sisterhood!

The Husband’s had me working this last week. Like working, working. Like not just turn-his-socks-right-side-out-before-laundering-them working. Although, that too. Except I think I forgot to do that this week. I’ve forgotten a lot of stuff, in fact. I think it’s because . . . → Read More: I Shall Soon Forget I Even Told You This (Although You Might Not Be So Lucky)

Don’t Even Pretend You Don’t Want To Live There

June 23rd, 2011%

Part of the property management job involves marketing of vacant properties.

And just so you know: I am a Rental Property Marketer Extraordinaire.

As evidenced (BAH! Like you needed proof. Pshaw.) by the invoice for an ad this month:

The house rented within a week.

POO notwithstanding.

Oh, how I hope POO notwithstanding.

So.

The Time I Forgot My Pants in a Public Restroom

April 8th, 2011%

The state of affairs: I am woefully behind. Or maybe more chronically than woefully. Or maybe just eh-well-whatevery behind.

The remedy: cliffnote us up to date. With a lot of colons. Because they’re like happy little polka dot disguises for my fragmented thoughts.

The Child: turns 3 in a few days, which cannot . . . → Read More: The Time I Forgot My Pants in a Public Restroom

I’m a Winner! I’m a Loser! I’m a Winner/Loser!

April 1st, 2011%

Part I: I’m a Winner!

I’m sure you’re tiring of reading about bootcamp. But I just can’t shut myself up about it.

When I started bootcamp last September I was a lot of things–but “fit” of any kind was not in the list. And really, I was only marginally . . . → Read More: I’m a Winner! I’m a Loser! I’m a Winner/Loser!

Non-Sequiturish, Google-Style