Monthly Archives: November 2014

Now I’m sad.

No, it’s not because the Republicans are thinking they can tie in the moral faux outrage of the new, old Bill Cosby allegations to the shenanigans of the erstwhile Bill Clinton as he carried on with the infamous intern, thereby … Continue reading

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So cool!

This little one was seen crossing the yard yesterday afternoon!  In broad daylight!  She (or yes, it could have been a he, but as usual, we’re all about girl power here, so everything and anything is of the feminine persuasion) traipsed … Continue reading

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Things to ruminate about this beautiful, CHILLY, Sunday morn.

First: What a delicious, outstandingly yummy breakfast!  Holy Toledo Batman.  I was going to take a picture for you all, but the eggs weren’t cooking that fast and it was necessary to flip them under the sweet potato/pancetta hash, so … Continue reading

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Quote of the day

“It’s like hugging an ice pack.”   Gracelyn, age 7 3/4 Uttered upon giving the dadster a hug yesterday when he came in after starting the truck and shoveling it off. It’s  a mite bit cold out there folks.  The dear … Continue reading

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All right. I’m coming out of the closet with this one. And don’t you be judgin’ on me.

I’ve kept this pretty close to the chest for a wee bit. It’s not something I’m particularly proud of. And it’s just not something I ever aspired to. But, there’s simply no more hiding it. I am–wait for it, wait, … Continue reading

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We voted. Did you?

Yep.  We did.  And the darling diva said “I sure wish I could vote now.” Love it. I have vague recollections of heading to the ballot box with my mum.  Vague.  Hopefully she will have the same someday and will … Continue reading

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Finders, keepers

Yes, there was a bit of a discussion/tussle/fisticuffs regarding who should be the rightful owner of said prize. Sadly, I had to explain to the 7 3/4 year old diva that inhabits this house that Angus, dear sweet Irish God of … Continue reading

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