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The Done Home: Winter days
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Cody, Natalie and Little Sophia. Sunday, February 15, 2009. Sohpia and I made our first snowman this past January. She wasn't quite sure what to think about her puffy snowsuit and each time she fell she lay there helpless. Take note of the picture of Sohpia helping place the sunglasses on Frosty - acutally she was really upset that her sunglasses were on this wierd looking mass of snow and was trying to get them off. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Sweet Baby of Mine.
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Hogan's Herald: October 2008
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Monday, October 27, 2008. Take On An Empty Stomach. Anyway, at the height of swimsuit season I noticed the scale consistently and incorrectly inflating my weight. So, I replaced the batteries, my jeans, and eventually the scale(twice actually: digital and analog) before reluctantly grasping reality. After ten new pounds in two weeks (that's a lot for a tiny troll) I revisited some of my favorite profanities and broke up with all three scales. I was smiling so hard my face cracked even more than normal.
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Hogan's Herald: March 2009
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Thursday, March 5, 2009. Song of the Humpback Whale. I drive a big truck. And when I say "big", I mean extended cab, long bed, lifted, biggie size french fries HUGE! This thing is so large it defies 99% of all parking lots and drive thru banking or eating establishments. Although I loathe driving my husband's monster truck in the preschool carpool there are some distinct advantages. Finally, my hottie quotient has skyrocketed with rednecks, truckers and construction workers. I'm not proud of it, but ...
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Hogan's Herald: Song of the Humpback Whale
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Thursday, March 5, 2009. Song of the Humpback Whale. I drive a big truck. And when I say "big", I mean extended cab, long bed, lifted, biggie size french fries HUGE! This thing is so large it defies 99% of all parking lots and drive thru banking or eating establishments. Although I loathe driving my husband's monster truck in the preschool carpool there are some distinct advantages. Finally, my hottie quotient has skyrocketed with rednecks, truckers and construction workers. I'm not proud of it, but ...
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Hogan's Herald: December 2008
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Saturday, December 20, 2008. All I want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth! Where have I been, you ask? Ok, big breath. In the month of December my true love gave to me(and my family):. 9 calls to comcast (slow high speed internet). 6 days of shoveling (me, not the hubby. See item #1). F I V E G O L D E N S H E E T S.(. Bed-wedding woes. No, not me.). AND A RUPTURED ACHILLES! Why didn't I just put the presents down and pull it out with my fingers? I then tried disengaging the string by standing on my ti...
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Hogan's Herald: EE-I-EE-I Uh Oh!
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Thursday, November 6, 2008. My neighbors, the McDonalds, are neither old nor have a farm and I don't live on Barnum and Bailey Boulevard. However, my experiences with animals on my workout route make you wonder about the chemical content of the water around here. The callous canine concentrated his vicious assault on the strained ankle elastic of Rodney's 20 year old gray drawstring sweat pants. Poor Rodney began wobbling perilously, kicking his victimized leg, and shrieking at the dog. Wanting d...With ...
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Hogan's Herald: January 2009
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Wednesday, January 7, 2009. Did Someone Order the Pupu Platter? When the stinging aroma approaches intolerable levels I hesitantly snap back his napping sister's britches with a tupperware tangerine peeler but find no green apple nasties lurking in there either. Only after removing the entree from the oven do I realize the stinking sewer smell is none other than.my dinner. Bon Appetit! So, to all of you unfortunate recipients of my complimentary cooking, my deepest condolences. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Hogan's Herald: November 2008
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Thursday, November 6, 2008. My neighbors, the McDonalds, are neither old nor have a farm and I don't live on Barnum and Bailey Boulevard. However, my experiences with animals on my workout route make you wonder about the chemical content of the water around here. The callous canine concentrated his vicious assault on the strained ankle elastic of Rodney's 20 year old gray drawstring sweat pants. Poor Rodney began wobbling perilously, kicking his victimized leg, and shrieking at the dog. Wanting d...With ...
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Hogan's Herald: August 2008
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Friday, August 22, 2008. What's In a Name? For the past 15 years I've navigated the suburbs on my brother's old mountain bike. My riding partner bought a brand new ride so I decided to upgrade mine to keep up with the Jones's (or in this case the Christenson's). My guess is Gary came up with the much more benign "Level Betty" following a stint in rehab and a reproving look from his mother. Even more unsettling than the bike names are the people selling them and the ads they place. One recent asylum e...
