Into the Drink

Guess who swam across a lake at 7:00 this morning and now has algae-looking stuff in unmentionable places? Not naming names. Follow my eyes.
I’ve been casually training for a triathlon I’m not going to compete in because my ladies are doing it and I’m nothing if not a follower. Last Saturday and [...]

Filed under: Friendship, all about me, aspirations, blick, health, near-death, poser in granolaville, save me from myself, shish, women

Get an Omnivore - STAT!

We were driving by the animal hospital the other day when Laylee pointed excitedly, “Look mom. Look. That’s the vegetarian. If JackAgain is ever sick, we’ve GOTTA take him to the vegetarian!”
It seems reasonable. They’d probably get along okay, seeing as they have similar dietary restrictions.
This morning I woke up with [...]

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My House Smells Better than a Dead Whale

Do you have your very own marine biologist to change your Betta fish’s water? I do. I pay her with leftover enchiladas and stories about all the crazy people I’ve known in my life. She likes the stories and I like that when she leaves my house, it’s always cleaner than when [...]

Filed under: Friendship, aspirations, blick, shish, women

Tip Tuesday – Rock Solid

Today I offer you some time-honored bits of advice that have served me well in my life. I hope they work for you and if you have some of your own, feel free to share.
1. If none of the boys are worth dating, don’t date em. If none of the food in [...]

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Life in Atlantis

By now you probably know that much of Washington has been swallowed up in the great waters of the Puget Sound apocalypse.
Our town is effectively cut off from civilization as the rivers in the area have swollen to gigantical proportions. Here are a few photos:
This was taken a couple of months ago. Notice [...]

Filed under: around town, emergency preparedness, near-death, shish

Never Leave Your Kids Alone with a Nut

It could kill them.
Laylee has learned to shell her own peanuts by chewing the shell into tiny shards, spitting it all over my counter and then eating half of the peanut and dropping the other half on the ground.
I know very well from my pediatrician’s advice and the King James version of What to Expect that [...]

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