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Monthly Archive for November, 2010

Thou Shalt Not Steal…Siding

That there are four pieces of old siding parked against the seat of our van is hardly signigicant.  Yawn-worthy, really. Only they’re not our siding pieces.  And, well, they shouldn’t be there. It’s just that my son detoured from the unwritten but understood Munson Law.  The one that means, “don’t touch a thing on the […]

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When What You See, Is What You Get

It isn’t that wearing a bike helmet at breakfast is a problem. When you’re six. Nor is running so hard your hair feathers right down the middle. Only why that would happen is a mystery. A solved one. And the problem isn’t a missing pair of pants, though those would help. Nor is it a pair of […]

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When it Don't Pay to Work Out

That I ended up in a ‘work out’ room with two treadmills, six hand weights and four elderly men wasn’t the problem.  Nor was it the united fact that the five of us were all there to work off the extra pie we hadn’t said ‘no’ to on Thursday.  Or Friday. The problem was me.  On a […]

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Thanks at 3

Come Thanksgiving, there’s a time for everything. A time for wearing a blue sweater vest from 1985.  Or having your ribs tickled right off. A time to crawl with a kid clutching your sweater vest.  Or to hitch a four-second ride from the fireplace to the couch. A time to eat of the bounty.  Unless the thought of […]

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When the Thanks is in Giving

Per the calendar, it’s certainly the day to be thinking about family.  That is unless you’re already at their house with the fridge open and sticking your finger in the pie.  And well then, I’d say they’re completely on the top of consciousness.  Or the pie is. But for me…I’ve got my younger sister on […]

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Toilet Paper Omission

My daughter wipes.  And I’m grateful.  It’s just that she wipes and then misses the actual toss into the toilet.  Often. Which strangely or unstrangely is, uh, gross to me.  And not gross in the sense that her used toilet paper bounced on the floor before it was recovered and flushed.  But gross because it’s […]

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Box Therapy

It’s a tote.  And that’s a box.  And the truth is, sometimes I just want to sit in one, too.  To pull the flaps and peek out.  And not because I think I could get out of the tote without four people pulling, two pushing, and one shouting encouragement, but because I just want to pretend […]

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Ode to the Paper Bag Turkeys

That it started this morning with a G-rated turkey craft and two kids in their underwear… And ended tonight like this…just means…uh, something. But I have no idea what. I guess I’ll start with what I remember. I, uh, remember pulling out the paint… And then noticing my son’s eye for color.  As well as his knowledge about what colors […]

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Somethin' About Love

The same little boy who climbed into our bed at 6:25 this morning saying his stomach had a growl in it, and who then chose 6:26 to whap me in the shnaz spreading his arms and legs past their natural hinges so I could see how much he loved me…that boy–still in his striped pjs with […]

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Two Hand-some Turkeys

Hanging in our upstairs bathroom is a hand print of our daughter when she was one.  Or most of a hand print.  The glue holding three of the fingers in place certainly helps It’s just that five years ago, I’d gotten nearsighted on this hand print idea, and by golly we were going to  have […]

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