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my process

Over the past thirty years, I feel like I finally have a well-tuned system for dealing with life when an issue arises. Given that many of you who follow this blog (and I’m always amazed that there are any of you), are doing so because you are living at home and in the process of…

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insert shameless self promotion

I’m not sure how many of you that follow the bliggity-blog actually come play with me on FB (I’m sure I could get Mr. T to figure it out, but I don’t like to bug him with my burgeoning media empire :p). But in case you aren’t, I thought I’d give it a shout-out. While…

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my epiphany for the day

After living with grandma (who is now 90) for the last six years, and taking care of her, I have come to the decision that old people are basically really big, really wrinkly small children. Here’s why: They have no internal filters or censors. If they think something, they say it. And, if you’re in…

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I hate baths

It’s true. I do. I hate them. I love other girly, pampering things (fluffy robes, facials), but not baths. The idea of siting in a tub while reading a book or drinking wine makes my skin crawl. I used to like them when I was younger, but somewhere along the way I started to see them…

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a little splurge does the body good

Chances are, if you are one of the bajillions of people who celebrate some kind of holiday in December, your wallet is feeling a little light. Even if you decide to forgo gifts, it seems like December is expensive no matter which way you slice it. And, for the many of us who are already…

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Family Confessions

1. I have thrown out forks, spoons, Tupperware, and cups because I deemed them too dirty to clean. 2. I let the dog eat sticks and leaves and whatever else on the couch because seeing him making a mess makes me happy. And, because Mr. T is a germaphobe, he’ll probably be cleaning it up…

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our ever changing grocery cart

Sometimes, I think the harmony of a house lives and dies with groceries. Forget that one essential item, and hear the bitching about it all week. Get something special, and be rewarded. At least, this is how things go in our house. I have heard tales of households where shoppers get basically the same thing…

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a soapbox moment

*Hops up onto soapbox. Taps mic.* Is this thing on? Let’s all say it together: boxes are for holiday gifts, not people (unless you’re a serial killer, rapist, or some other kind of nasty that does, in fact, belong in a very literal box). I came across this article earlier today (Millennials Strike Back), and…

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the feels

I was a raging nerd at school. I still am, I guess. I mean, aren’t all teachers? But I wasn’t a brown noser. When I gave a gift to a teacher it was because they had really moved me in some way. I was different after having them. Sometimes it was in a big way,…