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Not Quite Paris
I may live in – as my husband so delicately puts it – East Bumf**k, but I am one of the most sophisticated BumF**kers in town. I say this despite the fact that I missed the trend change from bootcut to skinny jeans. I was only a little late getting hip with the latest style. …
Dancing In The Dark
I am thrilled to report significant progress on my 2012 goals. I am ever so much closer to being a contestant on “Dancing With The Stars!” That’s right. My quest for the Mirror-Ball Trophy has taken a dramatic leap forward. I often need to get up during the night. Usually because of the needs of …
Let Them Eat Cookies
Usually on the weekend, I bake bread. I like baking bread. Kneading the dough is very therapeutic. And the house smells fabulous. And of course the bread is delicious. Unfortunately,sometimes I just don’t have time. Like this weekend. But I threw together some blueberry muffins, so we had a few day’s worth of breakfasts ready. By …
It’s Dicey
My husband keeps me guessing. Just when I think I have him figured out… I like to cook but I hate cutting stuff up. Even salad is too much of a chore. Years ago, I got in the habit of just buying the stuff my sister-in-law calls “Yuppie Chow” – salad in a bag. Then …
Power Hungry
My home has now been without electric power for five days. We have some power, as we have a good size generator, so we are been better off than some folk. The generator powers the heat, hot water, refrigerator, and a few lights – and what is most important – the well. Not being able …
It’s My Own Stupid Fault
I complained with vigor two weeks ago that men can’t find anything. (“Where’s My Hat?” Asked Waldo) Almost everyone agreed that it’s true. Men have no “looking” skills. But now I must confess – that at least in my case – it’s my own fault. I have created my own unseeing monster. I married when …
The Smartest Person
My father died this past Christmas. Yesterday was his birthday. He would have been 89. My Dad was a man of great intelligence and corny jokes. As an engineer of precision gauges, he had a PhD mind and a high school diploma. He sang dumb words to old songs. “It had to be stew. Meat …
Boy Stuff and Girl Stuff
Men and women both have lots of shit. But the shit we collect is very different. I have too many: Clothes (especially sweaters) Shoes – none of which are comfortable Makeup products, but I’m still searching for the right stuff Books Opinions All of these things are crucial, as I am sure you would agree, …
Hetero-normative Week: Fire
About six weeks ago, I posted an essay, “The Conspiracy” – a theory that men pass down from father to son the key to getting out of housework. Basically, just screw it up so bad that your wife will never ask you again. It was a relatively popular post, and I got quite a few appreciative …
The Sweet Spot
Dogs are good at lots of things. Welcoming you is probably their best talent. They will protect your house and take a walk with you and comfort you when you are sad. They also can bring you sticks and run around in circles. Cats, like Stewart here, excel at finding the sweet spot. That one place …
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