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Monthly Archives: November 2004

Did It!

Leftovers

Words I never thought I’d hear Adam utter: “I don’t like the Wiggles. Well, at least, some of them.” After reading how toxic raw turkey is, on Wednesday night after brining the turkey, I bleached everything. I used bleach on the sink, the floor, the back wall, the counter, the side of the fridge, the [...]

Turkey Talk

I’m not going to write much because really there’s no one reading this. When it goes live, everyone will be with family or preparing their Thanksgiving meals (as the Tweedle Twirp is doing right now, putting together an apple pie for tomorrow, or as Doodles would say, ahhhh-ple! He doesn’t know how to say pie) [...]

Girly Boys

So, I guess I’m really not liberated at all. Stick an apron on me, knock me up, take away my shoes, and we’re done. Because this is a real live actual conversation I had with my husband. No, I’m not proud of it. Scene: Adam has just returned from the grocery store where he purchased [...]

Short Takes

This month’s postings will be light, as I’m saving my words for Nanowrimo. Here’s what’s on my mind, though: –Words I never thought I’d say: Doodles, how many times do I have to tell you, you’re only allowed to flush the toilet once a day! –There really aren’t enough opportunities in life to wear one’s [...]

You’ll Eat Those Words

Is there anything more annoying than having an arrogant [fill in expletive of your choice] for a husband–a husband who despises running and who exercises approximately once every other month–who says things like, “I could do a 4:40 marathon! I’ll do it next year. You’ll see.” I didn’t think there was.

Run Like the Wind… Or at Least a Gentle Breeze

Grab a cup of coffee or tea, because this is the longest post I’ve ever written! The big weekend has come and gone. I, along with 36,512 others, finished the ING New York City Marathon. As they say in their promo material: 100 countries, 50 states, 5 boroughs, 1 finish line. And I’m relieved to [...]

One Foot in Front of the Other

Sunday’s the big day! If you’re in the neighborhood, come cheer me on! If you’re by your computer, you can track my splits online. My race number is 47474. Just 26.2 miles. Easy, right?

Election Wrap-Up

I don’t like to discuss politics here. Politics, to me, is personal and not something that I care to share. But let me just say, I’m stunned. That’s the only word for it. Stunned.

Girl Toys

A while ago, Robin asked “Do your children play with gender-specific toys?” I wrote a really long comment, which I’ll repeat here. I really didn’t give a lot of thought to gender specific toys, as baby toys aren’t specific. True, I won’t dress Doodles in pink, but other than that I don’t give much thought [...]