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I know, I'm late to the Annual Thanksgiving Blessing Count. It's taken some considerable pondering and navel-gazing, but I realized that, believe it or not, I am most thankful for each and every Fucking Growth Opportunity that has come my way, as miserable as they have been. Sounds crazy, no? But since I am still (relatively) sane, I can only assume I am stronger. As I stand here (well, sit here

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Not buying what they're selling: What a concept, especially this time of year.WTF am I talking about? I am talking about not blowing all the money we don't have in the next thirty days. Confused? Leo sums up (much better than I ever could) the perfectly logical reasons for doing so... or, would that be not doing so?Click below to read the rest of this radical and (hopefully) sanity-inducing

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I do love someecards.com. Somehow they always know exactly what's on my mind. 

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Today, Lovely Daughter and I visited a large national financial institution I will call BoA to close a joint account we had opened a decade prior when she left for college. Since then, I have come to hate BoA, mostly because of the user-hostile policies that have netted them obscene amounts of dollars from this modest account through overdraft fees alone.As we waited outside for the branch to

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I could take a photo of her every day and they would all be hilarious. What's going on in that brain, as she lays there and stares (and drools) for hours? Crickets chirping in the dark? The sound of howling winds racing across the empty plains? Yeah. Gotta be something like that. 

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How did I spend last night? Why, creating a WinXP virtual machine on my Macbook, watching Eureka, eating Kit Kats, and knitting, of course. Wasn't everyone?No wonder I'm single. It's just easier that way. 

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In early September I moved the blog to Tumblr. I was certain the new and exciting Tumblr format would magically dissolve all my blogging blocks, much like each new and exciting Swiffer product will magically make me want to clean my house. Yeah. It worked just about as well. Surprised?So I'm back in my old, familiar Blogger home. I've moved most of the Tumblr posts (9/2 - 10/13) over here so you

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Watching the first episode of Star Trek: Deep Space 9 from 1993. Just realized that the computer pads everyone is carrying look suspiciously like color Kindles. Hmm… 

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I've decided that blogging is like having irritable bowel syndrome. Some posts are like explosive diarrhea: the pressure builds quickly until the moment you realize the shit is going to come out, ready or not, and it’s gonna have to go somewhere, regardless of quality.Other posts start off normally enough, but something happens and the process s-l-o-w-s w-a-a-a-y d-o-w-n, causing it to gain mass

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You’re going to want to eat as soon as possible, before it gets too sore.— The orthodontist tech, after outfitting me with new wires approximately the diameter and flexibility of pencil lead.

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Lovely Daughter and I saw Freaky Friday the other day. As I watched the teen cavort and whine and snarl and generally act out in the mother’s body, I was somewhat mortified to realize that I act like that all the time. Being reminded that I resemble Jamie Lee Curtis didn’t exactly help my attempts at denial.Who knew that anything featuring LiLo could be the source of such self-doubt? 

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Corn scares me. I like it to eat, but not to hang around in.— Lovely Daughter, watching Harry and Ginny battle Helena Bonham Carter outside the Weasley mansion.

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...that if you’re not looking, a chocolate glazed stick donut tastes just like its paler cousin. Comes in handy if they’re out of glazed stick donuts at 10pm. Which they usually are. 

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With Bob the IV pole as chaperone, we casually strolled to the end of the ward, through the double doors, and over to the elevators. We scanned to be sure no one was watching, then punched the down button. When the door opened, we scooted inside, dragging Bob behind us. Rode down to the lobby, peeked out the door, then rode back up and strolled nonchalantly back to her room. We felt very wicked!

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Is there anything sadder than sticking your hand in the bag only to find you’ve already eaten the last glazed munchkin? I think not.

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I say chili-mac, hospital cafeteria says American chop suey. I’m sure it will make an adequate turd either way.

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This is a toughie. I reallyreallyreeeeally want to write about what’s been going on around here, and a couple of years ago I would have freely laid the whole thing out, whether you wanted to read about it or not, but I’ve got this notion bumping around in my skull that it might not be my story to tell.That sucks because things to write about are hard to come by, you know?But I do think that I can

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The perfect travel evening. BTW, donut calories don’t count if you eat them in your jammies in a hotel bed. If you’re watching Miss Congeniality, you actually burn calories.(I’m saving Hancock for later) ;)

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Scene: Watching original Star Trek episodes with Young SonCapt. James T. Kirk: "Captain’s log, stardate blah blah blah..."Young Son (shouting at the screen): "This is no time for a blog entry, Captain Kirk!"

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My name is Liz, and I’m a recovering yarnaholic. It’s been eight years since I de-stashed.Today I walked into a yarn store and bought yarn. At full price.I know I said I had quit for good, but I can handle it this time, I swear.I can stop anytime I want.

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Hi, y'all! Sorry I've not been around. I've been spending way too much time on Facebook. If you get lonely, come on over! I post something there most days, mostly silly stuff.Anyhooze, it's been awhile, hasn't it? I've written tons of blog posts in my brain but never seem to be able to get them to come out on the keyboard for public consumption. Which, for the most part, is probably a Good

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So long story way short, I'm moving back into my previous house, the one I bought at the HEIGHT of the housing market and rented out when I moved in with Mr. B. It's too bad, really; Mr. B's house is a darling 1930s-era brick house but it's just too damned much work (and money) for me to deal with by myself. So it's back to my mid-90s cookie-cutter place. Where the home owners association cuts

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Oh relax, I mean flip flops. Please.It's Room Temperature Day, the first day of the year we hit 70 degrees. It's about effing time!I didn't mark it last year, but RTD 2009 was April 5, and the year before it was April 12. Here we are at May 19th -- how wrong is that? Could be worse, but not by much. Someone on the teevee said that the latest date Sea-Tac Airport hit 70 was May 23, 2003. Cutting

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I've been feeling kind of bad for keeping comments turned off. Not feeling bad enough to turn them back on -- I could easily go the rest of my life without reading another comment from an escort service in Mumbai -- but I do miss hearing what you think, etc.Also, I usually have a couple of completely inappropriate ideas each day that just don't quite qualify as blogfodder. I feel guilty for not

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For the last week or two, most mornings as I turned on the monitors, computer, desk lamp, etc., on my desk, I'd been catching the faintest sound of a snippet of a garbled voice.I tried to pin it down, but as I eliminated possibilities my theories got more and more ridiculous. Were my speakers picking up a snatch of CB talk, even though they were powered off? My second monitor also has a built-in

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Dear Diary,Braces, Day 2: I've made it through the whole morning without chomping through my cheek once! I guess that means it's going to be a good day. I wonder, is it bad to stick wax on every single bracket? Does wax stay in your stomach for seven years like gum?Love,LizzieOh, how I wish I could say I wrote this thirty-eight years ago... but no. I confess that I have joined the legions of

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(Yeah, that's a misquote from a Monty Python skit. That shit never gets old.)So, are you sick of me saying "x years ago" yet? You're in luck, this might be the last time. But first we have to get through the last time, so bear with me. I'll talk fast and get through it as quickly as possible.Four years ago today, Mr. B and I realized we were dating. The roller coaster took off and the wild ride

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Yep, I'm back on the dating sites. No, I don't know why. Take that back, I know exactly why. Nephew Dr. J and Br. B (Mr. B's brother) were up a couple of weekends ago to take care of some of Sr. B's stuff. I got to hang out with two fun guys all weekend.Made me realize how much I miss guys. I always had guy friends when I was younger. I've always liked to hang out with guys. Being married to a

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Four years ago last week I sent the email that started it all.Five months ago last week it ended.Four years. Seems like 100 years ago. Almost feels like it didn't happen to me. In a way it didn't, I suppose, since I am not the same person I was four years ago. Believe me, that's a good thing.On a completely separate topic, my chiropractor's been doing Graston Technique treatments on me, hoping to

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Today's question: Something's shifted. The tone has changed. Do I start over with a new blog, or keep on with this one, even though, as far as I can tell, the funny (such as it was) has fallen out?One reason to keep this blog is that it's been around for over three years, which is like 30 in internet years. Long enough for me to have become the target of spammers --guess that's some measure of,

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Believe me, I tried, but I couldn't find a good enough excuse to get out of it.I've set up some rules of engagement so I'm not just dangling in the breeze. No Facebook, although I do get email notifications when someone posts on my wall or sends a message. It would be rude not to read those, right? Personal email twice a day, morning and evening. Blog feeds in the morning, and the newspaper

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...If I did not check email and Facebook 57 times a day? If I didn't spend more time than I care to admit banging out logic puzzles (aka bookkeeping exercises) on brainbashers.com?I have a short attention span; we all know that. I'm the first to admit the interwebs is a wonderful toy for those of us who enjoy self-soothing with an infinite and constantly changing source of entertainment. But does

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Pal P, an avid and talented quilter, posted on FB that she is making a 'resolution quilt' of her goals for the new year. She listed a few of her resolutions,all very life- and health-affirming, and certainly suitable for quilting.That got me to thinking, of course, about my own resolutions. I didn't make up a list this New Year's Eve but I do have a few life-tweaks I've been working on that I can

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I turned 51 last weekend. It wasn't a big deal until I realized that I could no longer legitimately say I was in mid-life. I mean, women to tend to live longer than men and all, but my gene pool simply does not support reaching the age of 102.I guess that means I am about as grown-up as I'm going to get. That's somewhat sobering, although I am kind of relishing taking on the role of crotchety,

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Yeah, I've not been doing too well with the blogging thing lately, have I?Oh, I think about writing all sorts of things, but when it comes time to actually put black pixels on white background, it just sounds like more of the same old shit. "My husband died! It sucks! I'm depressed! Waaaah-fucking-waaahh!"You think you're tired of reading it? You can't imagine how sick I am of thinking it.Luckily

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I'm telling ya, I shouldn't allow myself to post when I'm feeling good. I swear, it's almost like I don't even remember writing that last post. I don't know who the cocky twit is who wrote it but right now I want to bitch slap her.No lie, it seems like almost as soon as I finished publicly preening over how BEAU-tifully I was doing, I crashed. The whole week since has been one of the hardest yet.

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Everyone keeps telling me there are no rules for grieving, but I still feel like I'm doing it wrong.It's only been just shy of two months since Mr. B died, and I am (mostly) back in one piece. The events of the last five months have faded, almost to the point of seeming unreal.I keep poking myself (mentally, you pervs) searching for signs that I'm kidding myself, and that there's still a big wad

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I can't even believe that was just one year ago. Yeah, as you might suspect, today kinda sucks. Luckily I had enough foresight to take off work. I'd originally thought I'd want to spend today looking at wedding photos and memorabilia, but the truth is I can barely stand even thinking about our trip to Vegas. I'd even considered getting a tattoo today but I don't think that's going to happen. As

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I tried. I cut myself all sorts of slack, removed all expectations, and I still couldn't do it. I really hate-hate-hate to quit, but I'm bailing on this year's NaNoWriMo.I'm just not feeling it this year. It's just not happening. Since (for me) NaNo is for entertainment purposes only, I figger there is absolutely no point in me feeling bad about doing badly -- so badly, in fact, that today I

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Just thought I'd check in and say hi. I've been hesitant to write because most of what's going through my head is the same old stuff; missing Mr. B, punctuated by a fair amount of magical thinking, throbbing sinuses, garment-rending, and even a little surreptitious ululating. It's keeping me pretty preoccupied but I'm sure reading about that shit gets old real quick. So I'll just sum it up this

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If I hadn't decided to stay home today to do some long overdue yard work before taking Young Son to the orthodontist...If I hadn't decided to take Sweetie for a walk (which I haven't been doing lately...)If I hadn't decided to go a different way than usual (around the high school instead of around the community college...)If I hadn't noticed the kid down the street staring up into the sky,

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It's been really interesting, over the past few weeks, watching myself go back and forth from left-brain to right-brain mode; from thinking to feeling, from rational to emotional, and back again. I can't seem to inhabit both halves of my head at the same time -- it's pretty either-or. I don't quite hear an audible click when the switch occurs, but I haven't really listened for it.As long as I'm

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I've heard from a few people in the last few days who confess that they wanted to call/write me earlier, but they just didn't know what to say. I just want to go on the record as saying I totally get it. I, too, am a member of that club. I am unilaterally lousy at expressing my condolences to folks, to the point of sometimes (gulp) not even sending a card because I was so blocked on what to say.

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What if I don't want to get over it? What if I don't ever want to get to the point where it's OK that he's gone? It's not OK, and it'll never be OK. 'Cause it isn't. It's just fucking wrong, on all levels.That's what my Inner Brat* is saying today.She pops up from time to time, crossing her arms over her chest, pouting and stomping her feet. She whines a lot. She balks at things that any normal

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So it's been a week already. I've discovered that losing Mr. B has been a lot like getting dumped -- and dumped hard -- except I can't be mad at him or key his car or anything. All I can do is FEEL, and feel the feelings about my feelings. It's freaking exhausting.Evil Twin coined the term "Emotional Whack-a-Mole" and that pretty much sums it up. I'll be at the store or sitting at the

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(I just went back and checked -- Mr. B died just 20 minutes after I posted my previous post.)Mr. B and I both are (were?) avid fans of science fiction/fantasy books. He tended more toward space opera things with lots on interesting world-building and aliens and ships and adventures where lots of stuff happened. I liked those if they were cleverly written (I'm looking at you, Lois McMaster Bujold)

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Things have gone so fast... he's unconscious now and has been most of today. It looks like he may be gone tonight, maybe tomorrow. My Pal Peg is with me and we're standing watch, or vigil, or whatever.Thanks for all your kind wishes. It's surreal but peaceful, and that's all I was hoping for. 

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Did you know a lot can happen in a week?A week ago, Mr. B was walking (albeit unsteadily) and conversing, and hugging, and eating (albeit not a lot). I was working full-time and he was able to stay home alone. Today, he is doing none of the above.He can still stagger from the 'day bed' in our former dining room around the corner to the bathroom, or over to the recliner, but that's about it. He's

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Things have not been going well around here. I suppose it's time to stop vagueblogging and catch you all up.Long story way short, Mr. B has been losing serious ground for the past month, and since he only sees the oncologist (way over in The Big City) every three weeks, we haven't known if the chronic problems (nausea, fatigue, cognitive changes, etc.) were side effects from chemo/radiation or...

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True confession: I am teaching Sweetie some habits I will probably regret.I find it hilarious to get her to howl when we hear a siren. All I have to do is throw my head back and go "OOoooooOOooo...", and after a couple of seconds she joins right in. It's awesome, mainly because she looks so guilty doing it.I encourage her to chase squirrels on our evening walks around the neighborhood. I have her

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Golly, has this ever been a tough week! I thought the last couple were rough, but this one is turning out to be a real ball-buster. Thankfully, nothing significant has happened IRL but I still keep finding myself on my knees, and not in a good way, either.I can't even think of a flip way to sum it up. The only word that comes to mind is 'heartbroken'. I am walking around heartbroken, every day,

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I think I've just found the name of my sitcom! You know, for when someone in The Biz decides they want to create a sitcom out of my life... Never mind.I have an interesting relationship with the universe. It's taken me a good 30 years to figure it out, and I feel pretty confident that my (sometimes inconsistent) model of The Way Things Are works for me.The upside of my particular belief system is

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O Hai, kids! Sorry I've been absent, but things got a little wacky around here last week. Good news is that I have a new game to play: How much can I vent without violating Someone's privacy and/or hurting Someone's feelings?This should be fun!So... last week I ended up having to play adult and it sucked. I had to nut up and decide how to take care of Someone (who does not live with me) who was

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 Recreation of the best bumper sticker of the week: 

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The highlight of this week is that Sis finally did get her final diagnosis, and it's Not Great, but at least it's not Very Bad as we had feared. The five year survival rate for her condition is 50%.Here's a perfect example of how fucked up my life is right now: That that counts as Very Good News. As Mr. B so succinctly put it, "I'd take a 50% survival rate right now."That, of course, made me

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One thing I love about Mythbusters is the notion of Mythbusters Moments. The Mythbusters team will be setting up some usually complicated test to prove or disprove some really oddball piece of common 'wisdom', like whether droplets from a sneeze will really travel thirty feet, and the absurdity of the moment will strike someone, who then looks into the camera and says "What in the hell are we

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I thought Mr. B's diagnosis was rough enough, but his sister, who moved to town last year, also just got a Very Bad Diagnosis. So, as Mr. B and I deal with his stuff, we are also trying to help Sis as much as we possibly can. Stress, much? Let's just say it's a full life.I'm alternating between Control Freak Mode (working myself into a lather trying to anticipate and solve every single possible

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All three entries for the hat contest were wonderful, although I am having a tough time sourcing entry #2. Mr. B couldn't choose a winner, and if I'd'a had three coupons I would have sent you each one, so I turned to Random.org. Belle is the lucky winner of the woefully inadequate yet pathetically cheap prize of the two fast food coupons peeled from my diet soda cups.Belle, if you want 'em, just

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Lookee -- the monkey on my back has a silver lining!As I feed my addiction for 'diet dark', I keep getting these coupons for free food (from a national fast food chain whose name rhymes with Lurger Fling) but so far, none of the things I've won are things I eat.That's where you come in, Dear Reader. We're going to have a contest!See, Mr. B needs more fun ball caps because Sweetie keeps chewing

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Time for some fun and games, people! So Isiah Mustafa, the Old Spice Man, is blitzing the interwebs today in a viral marketing campaign for my least favorite man-scent ever. But you know what? I bet on him it doesn't small half bad.Heh heh.If you don't know who the Old Spice Man is, you must watch this:Here's my favorite clip from today:"Monocle smile." Priceless.You can see the rest of the

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OK, so you've probably gotten the sense that The News was pretty bad. Yeah, it's freaking scary, and we are getting a sense of the full scope of the problem but we don't yet have all the puzzle pieces fit together to figure out WTF it all means. We are now smack dab in the middle of one of those weird times where nothing seems real and it is almost impossible to remember that everyone else is

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One item of unfinished business haunting me lately is having The Talk with Young Son. He'll be eleven soon and I know it's been coming for some time, but for some reason I just have not been able to nut up and get through it. I'm guessing it's because I'm not ready for him to (gulp) enter puberty, and maybe my inner magical thinker believes delaying The Talk will delay the process.I wish.I was

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Well hell. I was all geared up for high drama on Friday but we didn't get it. I can only conclude that the folks at the clinic work VERY HARD to deflect any hint of high drama*, damn bless their consummately professional hides.Current word is that there is very little doubt about what IT** is, but there is lots of head-scratching about how IT got so far out of control, since we got the official

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Have you ever had one of those moments when you realize that whatever is about to happen in the next few minutes or hours could change your life forever?Sure, with the luxury of hindsight, we can look back and recognize all sorts of decisions that changed the course of our lives -- like the moment I decided to send Mr. B that first email -- but at the time we didn't have a clue that anything out

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Wow - what a WEEK I'm having! It's been rough, but yesterday the sun finally came out and the temps approached 70 degrees. That made me happy. I also realized that it was about a year ago that Mr. B and I set our wedding date. That made me happy too.Despite that happy occasion, Mr. B said the other day that June is shaping up to be his least favorite month. I pondered that, trying to place his

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5. Fifteen hours, fifty-nine minutes, and thirty-five seconds of chilly, damp, gray daylight. The temp just broke 60 degrees, barely. Thanks, solstice.4. The soles of my feet hurt for no reason. WTF??3. Left the house extra early this morning to do a pain-in-the-ass errand on the way to work, only to find that approximately 40 people with the same idea had queued up ahead of me. Had to bail out

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Scene: Lunchroom at work, circa 1985 or so. Four co-workers are sharing a table and enjoying typical co-worker banter. Two of them -- Joe and Mr. B -- begin a discussion about some random yet apparently important topic. Joe (frustrated, pushes back from the table): Dammit, you always do that! I can never be right! No matter what I say, you always correct me!Mr. B (pauses, considers Joe's

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Wanna hear something really sick and twisted? Yeah? Thought you might, you rascals! OK, here it goes. Ready? Three, two, one...I miss my period.Believe me, I'm as shocked as you are. I never ever in a million years thought I would ever confess to such a ridiculous thing. After all, there are tons of media sources out there telling us we don't need our periods. We can stay on birth control for

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Dear Fellow Motorist,I know, I know. You believe beyond any doubt that you're doing the right thing when you give up your right-of-way by stopping in the middle of the street to let some Swaggerwagon out of a parking lot, or wave the other guy ahead at a 4-way stop, or whatever. You think you're being generous and considerate and loving your fellow human.But do you know what you're really doing?

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I've surrendered. I played haircut chicken and my hair won.I usually get a haircut every four or five weeks. Recently I got cocky (I know, you're shocked) and decided to see how long I could go before I ran screaming from the mirror. See, I've been growing my hair out for the last year or so, and it's slowly getting there, but I was hoping to push through the final stages and FINALLY get the

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Usually I can bring Sweetie to work with me a couple of days a week. Usually. Unfortunately, the last few weeks have been pretty busy and she's had to spend a lot of time at home alone.But today, o frabjous day, the moon and stars aligned and Sweetie got to come to WORK! And she was SO EXCITED!! However, her office etiquette is a little rusty, so this is what I have spent most of the day looking

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Mr. B will soon be enjoying an online revision class, with the goal of whipping his 2009 NaNoWriMo novel into a more pleasing form. I'm a little jealous, but the thought of working on my NaNos has always made me slightly queasy. I guess I'm more of the love-em-and-leave-em type when it comes to my stories.But his preps for the class got me at least thinking about my abandoned masterpieces, and I

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From The Daily Minutiae** Fooled you! Not a real newspaper. Create your own clipping here. 

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I got an award! Bev has honored me, Ms. Crabby Pants Sour Puss McBoringly Boringster, with a Sunshine Award. Have to admit, even thinking of me and sunshine in the same sentence made me snort my coffee. Can't say as I've been especially sunshine-y lately. (read: since I can remember.)Why did she choose me? Ummm....I must give good comment. I am, nonetheless, flattered. I always enjoy reading

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You're wondering how that whole acupuncture thing has been going, haven't you? Well, it's been a real interesting week.The second poking was fine, my mood continues to be better than it has been in, oh, a l-o-n-g time, and my sinuses and lower back actually feel better. Apparently that indicates acupuncture will work for me, which they tell me isn't always the case. There is some percentage of

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Yeah, as you can probably tell, I've been struggling. I've been trying to figure out what to do about a particularly unfriendly diagnosis by the TMJ doc. Long story short, I now know more about my left mandibular condyle than any sane person should. It's not life-threatening, but it kinda freaked me the hell out. Just a little. OK, a lot.So the TMJ doc gave me the option of spending $3000 or

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Anyone else out there feeling a little overwhelmed? I mean, what with the volcanoes, flooding, oil spills, and the regular household "It's Always Something" crap that tends to pile up... yeah, I'm feeling it. And it's freaking distracting.I know, I still owe you an IOM post. But when I get overwhelmed, there's not much writing that gets done, so I'll leave it to the professionals and give you the

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Got this in the mail at work recently. Now the government is involved? Lovely.(Don't get it? Click here.)

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After a whirlwind IoM, I got back to work on Tuesday only to be hit immediately with a mail server problem I was completely unequipped to handle. I tell you, nothing build one's confidence quite like mucking about randomly in the company's mail server in hopes of accidentally hitting the switch that will make everything all better. As usual, after flailing around for a day or two my elbow hit

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It's a month late, but we're leaving TOMORROW to go Back East to celebrate the 25th Anniversary (more or less) of the Ides of Meatloaf with Evil Twin and Co. It's the first time in probably 20 years we've celebrated it together so it will be extra-special.You can read the back story through the link above, but in short, it's our paen to Mid-century convenience foods, a celebration of Mid-century,

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I'm officially letting myself off the hook for an Easter celebration this year. I don't do the church thing, Young Son will be with the Ex this Sunday morning, and I figure my ass really does not need a large bag of malted milk robin eggs in the house, no matter how much it begs. I'm a heathen and I'm OK with that.But as a good heathen, accustomed to cherry-picking traditions to suit my whims,

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It's an oldie, but it still makes me laugh. :) 

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I'm sure all parents would agree one of the toughest things about raising a child is watching them learn those shitty life lessons the hard way. For those with young ones at home, one warning: Be prepared. It doesn't stop when they leave the nest.This tale begins in August 2008 when Lovely Daughter finished grad school and moved to NYC with her best bud, Gay Boyfriend. They moved into a sublet in

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I've got an armful of scraps to toss onto the pile today, OK? Best don your protective gear.This month's award in the category of Songs Currently Receiving Heavy Airplay That Make Me Turn the Volume All The Way Down goes to that new turd by Train. We HATESSSS it. The good news is that Autotuned piece o'crap by Owl City is no longer in regular rotation. Lovely Daughter apparently did NOT appear in

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Over there, in the left sidebar! See it? The picture of the pretty, pretty girl? Yes, the one under the heading FACEBOOK MOMS GONE WRONG. That one.That's Lovely Daughter! I have humiliated her (again) by setting up a Facebook fan page for her and forcing recruiting all my friends, including ones I haven't seen for thirty years, to be fans.Why all the mock-publicity? The majority of my twelves of

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We got to re-watch our favorite (so far) episode of The Big Bang Theory this week. Now that we're getting into Magic: The Gathering, it's even more hilarious.Ah, it's a full life, isn't it? 

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It's been over two years and 500+ posts (I know!) since I launched this blog. I do believe it's time to spread it all out on the floor and take a good look at what I've got here.I like to blog. Qualifier: I like to blog... when I have something to write. Otherwise, it's like the homework assignment from hell: the report was assigned three months ago, it's due next week, and I haven't started yet.

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Hey niblets, I know I've been lax in the posting department, but it's better that I'm writing nothing that trying to come up with something when there's nothing there, ya know? But that's a topic for another day.While I reach deep into the barrel of my imagination and feel around the sludge in the bottom to see if there's anything of value left, please enjoy proof that Bounty is the baddest p.t.

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"Well, it's a little small, but it's clean and the price is right. I'll take it!" 

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Meet Sweetie, a 3.5 year old retired racing greyhound. You can't see in this pic, but she's a lovely brindle with white on her chest and her back feet.She lived in a foster home for about two weeks and her foster mom said she did fine on the stairs, no problem! Welll... methinks someone was pumping serious sunshine up my skirt. That's 60 pounds of drooling, quivering dogmeat up there.She's trying

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If y'all are anything like me -- and I'm guessing you are -- then I'm suspecting you could use a little attitude adjustment about now. I'm predicting this will do the trick. Be sure to turn your speakers up REALLY LOUD, 'k?Mmmm... that's good stuff, ain't it? I know I posted it before, back in the days of Friday's Rock!, but I just had to share it again. After not hearing it for months, I've

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So anyhooze, I finally found a new doctor and went to see her and learned that I have to have a proCEEdure. I don't want to have a proCEEdure, especially one that involves general anesthesia and my lady parts and stirrups. Not the fun kind of stirrups, either.I'm very, very lucky it's nothing scary -- more preventative than anything else -- but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Even the

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In honor of Mr. B's upcoming birthday, here's a top ten list of why he's the best.His birthday is not on my ex-anniversary. It's the day before, which eliminates all sorts of emotional awkwardness for me.Our taste in reading material is eerily similar -- a huge cost-saving measure.He can change the lightbulbs in most of the ceiling fixtures without a ladder.His family of origin is about as close

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From my Facebook page this morning.It's not like they don't know my age. WTF, FB?Excuse me, my bowels just moved. 

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I got brave and exercised my stealth cell phone photography skills this weekend. I could not pass this up.What a touching scenario... a family gathered around a patient at the hospital... no, wait a minute, this was the piercer's station at the tattoo shop*.When they left, it looked like a dad, two young (barely teen?) girls -- one on the table, one holding her hand -- and the little boy. I have

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I unsubscribed from one of my (formerly) favorite blogs recently. I fought it as long as I could, but you see, there was this one day and this one post and I just couldn't take it any more.The decision didn't come lightly -- I tend to be pretty loyal to my blog list. I'd been reading that blog for probably two years. When I first signed on, this blogger wrote about his/her kids and his/her spouse

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I've noticed in the last month or two that there's something weird going on with my neck. Some of it is because I have gained some weight in the last year but the bulk of it is because I am, as they say, fifty.I usually handle it by only looking at the mirror square on with my chin held just so, but occasionally I'll see a recent photo of myself and, uh, kind of freak out. It's becoming apparent

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While I'm waiting for inspiration to hit, here's my most favoritest recent spam:I can't even imagine what this is supposed to be about. It's probably better that way. 

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Young Son, telling me about his dream: But when I'm in metal mode, there's not a lot of brain activity going on -- it's mostly my brawns.Personally, I could use more brawns. 

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This weekend I experienced something that I think is what people mean by 'a fit of conscience'. Actually, it was more a surge of fear of getting busted, but that's close enough, isn't it?The Good Liz thinks it's mean-spirited to post the Ultimate Letters of Obscene Oversharing for humorous purposes. The Bad Liz is too busy laughing her ass off at the sheer genius of it to care.As always, I have

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