Month: February 2012

I Work Out

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Sometimes when Henry and I go for our walk, we have some pep in our step.  We’re moving.  Crack-a-lackin.  It’s at those times that I think that if I walked like this every day, I could be in some kind of shape.  Then I imagine myself in a Little Black Dress at a cocktail party, … Read more

The Worst Date Ever

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Before The Big Daddy came along and stole my heart, I was in a long, dry spell.  Then, as if the universe took note, I ran into a guy I knew from grade school and he asked me out.  The Queen Mum was really excited.  “Good, good, good.  He’s a nice Catholic boy AND his … Read more

F150

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I love trucks.  Whenever I see one I think, oh, if only I had one of those, I could really drag some shit back here for the shop.  I am partial to vintage trucks.  What a surprise, eh?  There’s one in a driveway that I pass often, and one of these days I may drive … Read more

Thrifter’s Row

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I decided to hit some new thrift stores to find the goods to fill our space for the next sale.  The neighborhood can be a little sketch.  Like if you pulled up, you’d probably think, “Let’s just skip this one.”  I cannot skip, for there could be a hidden treasure hiding amongst the 21 Kids … Read more

A Trip To The Mall

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I spent part of my Sunday at the mall. Ugh.  I had bought a pair of pants at a store that had a limited selection in my size, so I decided to see if the store at the mall had the color I wanted so I could exchange them.  Success. When I got to the … Read more

Oh Blogger

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Setting up this blog for someone who was born-too-long-ago-to-be-all-that-computer-literate was a task.  What would take my kids an hour took me a week, but I put my big girl panties on and figured it out.  I might have cried.  I might have drank a bit in the process.  I might have thought about shooting myself. … Read more

The Estate Sale

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I’ve been going to estate sales for about fifteen years.  At first, I thought it was kind of creepy and weird to go shop the belongings of a deceased person you did not know until a friend said to me, “If you died, wouldn’t you want your stuff to go to somebody who really appreciated … Read more

Halfway Through

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Tonight when the phone rang, I couldn’t find it amongst the glue gun, sewing machine, vacuum cleaner and drill.  It was a creative kind of day.  By the time I got to it, the answering machine had picked up.  It was The Big Daddy calling to tell me he was going to be late.  He … Read more