Month: January 2012

Truth or Fiction

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Our local grocery store has a card that offers a gas discount based on how much you spend.  Before the end of the year, I had accumulated enough points to get fifty cents off a tank of gas.  Yeehaw.  Except I couldn’t find it, and that was the second one I lost.  I tore the … Read more

Cutting Back

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The Speckled Trout is a year old this month, and this is post #305.  Sheesh, that’s a lot of writing.  When I first started, it would take me days to finish one post.  I’d work on it, delete half of it, rewrite it, post it, take it down, put it back up, find a typo, … Read more

Mary Mary Never Contrary

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My neighbor, Mary, has MS.  She was diagnosed when she was 19.  You couldn’t imagine what thirty-five years of a disease like that can do to a person, and none of it is good. Recently, Mary needed to get a crown.  Not the pretty, sparkly kind, but the expensive drool-inducing kind, and she asked me … Read more

I’d Like To Thank The Academy

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Well, an opportunity has come my way.  A money making opportunity that involves acting skills.   I ran into a friend after Christmas and we were both lamenting the lack of suitable employment.  She called me a couple of weeks ago with a prospect.  It seems that teaching medical schools hire people to portray patients in … Read more

Newt or Toad

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On Friday night, The Big Daddy and I watched a discussion on C-Span that took place at the University of Chicago between left and right wing talking heads.  Because we’re that kind of fun.  It was so intelligent and civilized that we went to sleep hopeful that the problems we face may have solutions that … Read more

Mother of the Bride

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I had a dream the other night.  It was the day of Teacher Girl and Prince Charming’s wedding.  I decided that since I’d be running around like crazy prior to the wedding, that I would dress for comfort for the church and put my party dress on for the reception.  When I got to the … Read more

Fired Up. Ready To Go.

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You may remember me writing about a new trail being installed that led to our park.  I believe my exact words were “suhweeeeeeeeeeeeet.” I changed my mind. The trail is a winding path that leads to the park and meanders along the creek.  It is wider than the sidewalk that was already there in order … Read more

The Soaps

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Like most women of her generation, my mom was a homemaker.  With six kids in one very small house, she had her work cut out for her.  My dad worked for the Edison Company in Chicago, and went to work every day in a suit, white shirt and tie.  All of us kids went to … Read more