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So, we’re finally moving. The big day has arrived. As I pack, paint, and dream about life in a larger, newer, safer, nicer, fresher and more open house I reach for something that has fallen behind the bookcase. And I touch… Cat vomit. Now, I realize that you find strange and sundry things when you move. A stray sock here, an old wrapper there, a toy, a broken remote. But cat vomit. Behind a bookcase. A bookcase that to my knowledge has never been away from the wall. OK, I love my cats. I real… Continue

Ah, the lives we lead. Do you ever wake up and wonder where you are? Not in a bad way, but in a weird dream-induced coma kinda way that makes you lay there for a few minutes. In wonder. In a calm sense of joy. Then the cat jumps on your very full bladder, and you feel like you’re gonna explode with pee. Then as he nimbly leaps away, his claws dig cruelly into your belly and all bets are off. The day takes a tumble for the chasm looming below normal life. And you start to almost enjoy wallowing… Continue

So, I have been told I confuse people. I sometimes feel like I’m a little Donny and a little Marie. I turn off the water while I brush my teeth. I recycle pretty much everything, and even bring scraps of paper home from work to recycle. I compost. I buy organic. I would love to have the money to own a Prius. I support the Democratic Party but believe they have gone too mainstream, too center. I am not that politically active, but I hav… Continue

Violence to a child is still violence. And it sucks. I know I have spent a long blog post on this topic already, but it pisses me off and breaks my heart at the same time. Here goes… A woman in our play group was going on about how appalled she was about something that happened to her friend the other day. Not realizing which party in the story was her friend I was at first confused, and then put my size ten foot in my mouth. Then I thought better of it… Continue

I started training again, marathon training that is. It was a tough decision. I was getting used to having more time at home to chill out after ten days skipped. But I went the other day, and then again today. Beat the heat and got my butt out there before sun-up. And then, second day back, I saw tracks. Uh, huh. Tracks. Not little bunny rabbit tracks. No, the maker of these tracks would have had that… Continue