So I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a pickle. A pretty pickle, if you will. (Yes, this is where all the bad puns come home to) You see, there is this purse: I think its a pretty pretty purse. Sure, its no Coach bag – but until I win the lottery (and I mean [...]
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I was raised by a mother who was Fanatical about grammar. And that’s putting it mildly. By the time I hit fifth grade, I instinctively knew when to use ‘I” vs. “me,” the proper way to answer the phone according to Ms. Manners, and was banned from using slang such as “Kudos.” When everyone else [...]
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Let me just start by pointing out that I’m married to a 30-yr-old man who is still wearing the jeans he wore in high school. (Yes, yes, BRAVO to him for still fitting in them…kind of…and BRAVO to him for saving a dollar…but seriously? They’ve gone beyond faded to WHITE. I’ve started guessing the color [...]
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Let’s just start out when my day started. I had planned to get up at 6am. Because I’ve finally learned that anything I plan on doing will take at least twice as long once you include the Bobby factor. What I didn’t plan on was my son trying to be SUPER helpful by deciding our [...]
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Along with the rest of America, I’ve been searching for a job for over a year now. (That’s right, I’m in the COOL crowd…the one at the Unemployment Office). And I’ve come to the conclusion that there are two types of job seekers. You’ve got the Hunters, and the Fishers. The hunters are those right [...]
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I think I’ve accidentally joined a Cult. It started off innocently enough. Doesn’t it always? I mean, really – how often do you actually hear someone start off their their daily to-do list with “Fold Laundry, Pay Bills, Join Cult, Don’t Forget to pick up OJ”? Granted, my to-do list started off with “Feed kid. [...]
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In my husband’s version of heaven, we would live on spaghetti and tacos. His ideal wife would cook these dishes in the kinds of pots you only find in public school cafeterias. Or the Army. She would happily make, and eat, spaghetti for an entire month, then chicken tacos for the next. And she would [...]
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