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mostly personal anecdotes where I sometimes try to be humorous

(maybe not always, Not everytime, but sometimes)

  • All I Want for Christmas

    Yeah, we’ve covered it before – I was born on Christmas… the day. (Why people always follow my announcement of being born on Christmas with the question “the day?” still baffles me “no, I mean “Christmas” the themepark ride; it was uncomfortable and the family doesn’t like to talk about it much”. And, I’ll say…

  • Thank You, Little Alien Family

    I think every kid has a fantasy that they’re really adopted. They look into their family’s faces one day and find more resemblance to the neighbor’s cat. I know when I’d be particularly irritated at Mom, I’d question Dad “I’m really the milk woman’s daughter, aren’t I? I can take it; Dad I just need…

  • Breasts

    I’ll probably never be the poster girl for the feminist movement. I still use “his” or “he” in a sentence instead of “hers” or “theirs” or “its” – not that I mind those; it’s just my personal preference. And I shudder when I see combos like “his/hers” or someone tries to mix them all in:…

  • Reflections

    For my friends and family – reflections on my mother’s last day.

  • Anniversaries

    (Not the best picture – I didn’t think to bring something to wipe down the marker beforehand.) The marker reads:Overtures fade, stagelightsgrow dim without you.Per Aspera ad Astra (Which is the motto for NASA and loosely translates to: Through Hardships to the Stars – something my mother would appreciate.) I’ll some rambling reflections about Mom…

  • Alone

    “Beth, have you ever seen a dead body?”I could wreck this person’s day with my tale.I am stoic.My face will not betray me.“No.” The clock has started.In a few hours she’ll be in the hospitalHoping to eat… hoping to sleep…“I’m cold”I get her a blanketWe wait The moment I live in begins now.I open the…

  • I’m Talking to You, Fast Foodies!

    Have you ever had one of those days where it starts off by everyone in your home town trying to cut you off, run you down or simply prevent you from accessing the highway. It’s the kind of day that when you finally bring the car to its resting place underneath the tree, the place…

  • A Letter to My Hero

    Well, now I’ve gone and done it. I was at one of my favorite sites poking the author’s favorite site list looking for inspiration when I found a guy talking about personal heroes. Although, I don’t think he phrased it quite that way. Still, the idea was to approach the person you want to emulate…

  • I Could Have Been a Competitor

    I love games, but I’ve never been a competitor; I’m more of a choke artist, but it doesn’t keep me from dreaming. My impersonation of anything athletic looks like something straight out of one of those “America’s Most Embarrassing…” or “America’s Klutziest…” as I lose my balance, watch softballs, volleyballs, kickballs land at my feet…

  • A Meaningful Question

    In college, everyone had “that” professor – the one person who did more than most to introduce them to a new world view, shape their ideas, get them excited and inspired about education. I was lucky in that I had three: Dr. Louis H. Mackey, who taught me a little about Ethics, Dr. Michael Adams…

  • Six Degrees

    We all know that if we connect the right dots, we can eventually find ourselves connected to Kevin Bacon in less than six steps – our “six degrees of separation”. I can make that connection in four, so if you can’t find your own way to Kevin and you know me, you can now make…

  • Sam Update

    Since I had such a beautiful rant about what Sam meant to me, I thought I’d post an update. Sam has had a tough week. She’s been to the neurologist, had a CT scan, had spinal fluid drawn, and cultures done of her little ear. The diagnosis: Sam has one heck of an ear infection.…

  • How Did You Two Meet?

    “How do you two know each other?” This can be an awkward question especially if you’re a geek or you’re me, a geek that is occasionally ashamed of being a geek. I met most of my friends the traditional way, through school (I still have friends from second grade, one was the guy that was…

  • Beware the Banshee

    I don’t believe in ghosts or leprechauns or fairy mounds. I’m a left-brained “everything under the sun can be explained if we have the proper tools and knowledge”. Ghosts can range from poor plumbing, old flooring, exposure to high EMF fields, and an overactive imagination. Their only use is to scare campers and movie-goers. My…

  • RANT: What My Dog is Worth

    We own a lot of frivolous things – from the PlayStation that now only acts as the DVD player to our computers, computer subscriptions, DVD collection, etc. etc. ad nauseum. In fact, there are few things we have in our house that we actually “need”. Off the top of my head, I’m thinking all we…

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