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Well, it makes sense to me. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. The oldest member of the household. November 18, 2011. He’s fat despite being on a diet for 7 years, and he hates being picked up or touched or petted unless he initiates it. And if he sits in the same room as you, that means he accepts you. He will always be a kitten to me. November 17, 2011. I’m coughing up colors! November 16, 2011. So when this lady starts wiggling the needle to catch my rolling vein and I ...

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Well, it makes sense to me. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. The handsomest guy in the world. November 26, 2011. He gets it from his dad. November 25, 2011. I’m thankful for a husband who helped me keep my shit together today. I’m thankful we have family able to visit us even though sometimes I get overwhelmed when they are here. I’m thankful to have a super awesome son with the most amazing smile. I’m thankful for a big smelly dog and fat cat who I love so much. November 24, 2011.

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Tales from the Park Side: July 2008

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What you want to hear from an edtior. And I quote, "Your piece is perfect in every way.". Oh, if only. But it's nice to read, anyway! My news, in a list. 1 The mouse (or, at least, a mouse) is gone, dispatched not by the cat, who sat and watched while the lab, yes, the lab, toyed it into oblivion. Oh my. 2 My first national magazine piece (and it is a teeny, tiny thing, but it exists) is scheduled to run in October. Cross your fingers. The H thinks yes. The kids think, bring 'em on. And I always try to s...

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Tales from the Park Side: October 2008

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One down, one to go. I'm moving. The blog, that is. Come check it out at its new, hopefully improved, home, and update your feed reader and links. If only I could figure out how to embed this video. Life would be better. Instead, click through. And watch it. You will not be sorry. What I need to get done before 2:35. Run me and the dog. Write this week's column for Rural Intelligence. If only a single source would return an email or a phone call, this would be a bit easier. Just a bit. I used to live and...

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Tales from the Park Side: December 2007

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Be careful what you wish for. As I was living my glamorous life yesterday, picking up piles of dog poop from the yard, while the H sniffled and coughed inside, I was hoping for snow, both to hide the stuff I couldn't pry loose from the ice, and to return my yard to the pristine smoth-complexioned beauty that only a coating of fresh flakes can provide. Who knows. Double that, maybe? Or could they only afford to pay for three letters on the tiny stones? Do you ever, then, manage to talk yourself out of it,...

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Tales from the Park Side: One down, one to go

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One down, one to go. I'm moving. The blog, that is. Come check it out at its new, hopefully improved, home, and update your feed reader and links. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In times of crisis, we all must decide again and again whom we love. - Frank O'Hara. I can't believe I Twitter. Follow me on Twitter. Other places you"ll find me. The original Tales from the Park Side. Please do this in honor of my friends. Search within "Tales from the Park Side". Who's been stopping by? Flip Side of Forty.

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Tales from the Park Side: February 2008

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Here came the sun. We awoke today to the first sunny morning of our trip, and most of us (save Dido, who is in grumpy mourning for his friends here) are ready to head home anyway. This has been a stressful non-vacation dominated by the poor H's fruitless Indie Spirit adventure. I had hoped this trip, especially with Vous the au pair along, would let me relax and have concentrated visits with my friends. Not so much, but maybe next time. Fatigue and losing in Los Angeles. Nowhere to go but up, after that.

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Tales from the Park Side: If only I could figure out how to embed this video...

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If only I could figure out how to embed this video. Life would be better. Instead, click through. And watch it. You will not be sorry. Thought of you the other day. Hope life has been going well for you and the family. Ready for another winter? Don't you hope that Donna Brazile becomes Obama's press secretary or has some other role in the administration. She is AMAZING! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). In times of crisis, we all must decide again and again whom we love. - Frank O'Hara.

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Tales from the Park Side: June 2008

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We're all on the couch. Our family visit last week (the H's step-aunt, uncle and their son, Dido's age) went swimmingly, even though we failed on our mission to deliver swimming as an activity. (Are we weird that we didn't swim much at all last summer, save some welcome invitations to friends' pools? That's my cool friend Linda. With the awesome short hair and groovy glasses.). I realized last night that I am so tired of being disappointed by my answer to the "what are you working on? Back again, briefly.

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Tales from the Park Side: March 2008

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Speak Truth to Tardiness, or, A Little Bit Crazy. Or, the one wherein I confront and confess to some seriously bad habits that plague me. When I check my site stats, one of the things I know is what link you clicked out of my page onto.so make me happy by clicking out to a place that promotes charitable giving. Putting my soapbox away, and going to bed. It is amazing to me how we notice the things we need to, but not always in time. Days of Whine and Noses. Remember my triumphant post about solitude?