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I wrote part five of The Transcendent Familiar (No idea what I’m talking about? Here: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4). Really, I did. As it turns out, though, what I thought was part 5 is actually part 6 (I think, though who knows? Maybe it’s part 7, or 12, or 34.). . . . → Read More: Follow That Rabbit I’m trying to find new therapists – a clinical psychologist for myself and a family therapist for Jacob, Abbie, and me to see together. I hate making the calls. The calls to find a family therapist are easy enough. Teenagers and difficult relationships go together like Rep. John Boehner and public weeping so I . . . → Read More: Let me sum up.  Jacob found out that his friend Hector* had been smoking pot with some of his other friends. Jacob’s response went something like, “Dude, that’s stupid. I’m not hanging out with you if you’re smoking.” A few days later, Hector called Jacob and said, “Hey dude, let’s hang out!” Jacob answered, “Dude, no way. I . . . → Read More: The 2011 Award for Best Use of Peer Pressure for the Good of Humanity and Its Limited Supply of Brain Cells Goes To Jacob (plus some other stuff) At dinner, I asked Brian what I should write about tonight. This is a pathetic gesture which usually means that all the blog post ideas in my little idea file seem too cerebral and my brain is tired. Asking for ideas is a pathetic gesture because, of the several dozen times I have asked . . . → Read More: Butt Holes and Baby Bunnies His name was Jack, and I shared my first kiss with him. Except shared isn’t quite the right word. I was fourteen years old and desperate for a real kissing experience. I hated to be the only one among my friends who had not yet been awkwardly groped in a dark room by a . . . → Read More: Sloppy Firsts Right here at the beginning, I need to tell all those who read yesterday’s post how grateful I am for you. For those of you who commented, I tried to reply to individual comments and I couldn’t do it. It’s too close to my heart. From right down in my guts, I thank you . . . → Read More: Ooops…I forgot to title this. Herein you will find out why. And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done. Then God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, because in it He rested from all His work which God had created and made. And God . . . → Read More: On the Eighth Day All week last week, Carter was home sick with some kind of respiratory nastiness. The lovely thing about asthma is, as unpleasant as a cold is for anyone, for him it’s compounded. Not only does he get sicker, but he has to get on his nebulizer every four hours around the clock. Also? Steroids. . . . → Read More: Cursing and Swearing: The Carter Method My rampage of over-thorough household organization continues, and finally, the kitchen is finished. During my quest to quell every last whisk’s desire for anarchy and every saucepan’s tendency toward insubordination, I found this:
So me? I was all excited, like so: Ooooh, I can make something! It will be vegetables that . . . → Read More: Loot I hate buying groceries. I know. You’re probably surprised. Heh. Alas, it eventually has to be done. By yesterday, my pantry looked like this:
That isn’t the pantry of a family that is in any danger of going hungry, but Brian told me that if I tried to feed him one . . . → Read More: Super Secret Phone Wizardry  |
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