I drove to the mall in order to save $5. Yes, I used $2 in gas so I could save $5 on a sweater. Can you say idiot?But that's our problem, isn't it? We, in this country, drive, drive, drive and shop, shop, shop.I'm not going to say anything about the failing banks and the … Continue reading Driving ourselves to debt (pt 1)
Month: September 2008
I am not an island
I have a confession to make.I'm lonely.Last night I was checking the traffic to my blog and followed one visitor's referral link back to a blog I didn't recognize. At first I was confused why a link to my blog would be here. Then I began to put it together and realized it was the … Continue reading I am not an island
Squeezing me in between
The honeymoon's over.Me and this blog, we don't talk so much anymore.My life has radically changed from when I was a stay-at-home, wannabe writer. Even though the last of those days are barely a month gone, I have already made them into golden nuggets. I catch myself thinking, remember when I could put Tater down … Continue reading Squeezing me in between
Tick Tock, The Clock Won’t Stop
This is just uncalled for.On the eve of my 36th birthday I found, not one, not two, but three gray hairs peeking out from under my otherwise auburn mass (not Auburn, Massachusetts... hehe, I'm so funny). How does that happen? One day you have none and the next you have three pigmentally-challenged hairs. Do they … Continue reading Tick Tock, The Clock Won’t Stop
The Sound of Silence
It's 6AM and I've been awake since 4. Ike (Tropical Storm Ike, that is) has been blustering around the house all night, licking us with hot, sticky tropical winds. It's 6AM and almost 80 degrees outside... in Vermont... in September! It'll probably snow next week.Once in a while I don't mind not being able to … Continue reading The Sound of Silence
It’s like, gag me
It's the smell of skunk spray immediately after ejection - sickly sweet.What is that word?Smarmy. "Revealing or marked by a smug, ingratiating, or false earnestness...."Yay, that's it.The videos at the Democratic and Republican National Conventions are just plain smarmy. Obama's was OK, but Clinton's? Lord. I didn't see Palin's, but McCain's was out of control. … Continue reading It’s like, gag me
Remembering Katrina (part 2)
Sitting in the hallway on a mattress. The wind is howling. The roar is constant, like sitting in the middle of a major highway at rush hour - only louder. When it gusts, it shakes the house and you can't hear the person talking right next to you.We monitor the speed of the wind by … Continue reading Remembering Katrina (part 2)
Stop the hatred… PLEASE!
Warning: This post contains sarcasm, cynicism and downright anger."The answer is: 'If [she] were a __________, she would have aborted the baby.'""What is a dying 12-year old who was raped by her father?""Incorrect.""What is a Democrat?""That is correct."According to a lovely lady called Phyllis Schlafly, if Sara Palin, the Republican V.P. nominee, was a Democrat … Continue reading Stop the hatred… PLEASE!
Remembering Katrina (part 1)
Three years ago on this date I was sitting by a hotel pool in northern Louisiana. My two-year old daughter was swimming with my husband and a friend while I sat in a lounge chair talking with the wife of our good friends. The weather was glorious but the atmosphere far from it. Everyone around … Continue reading Remembering Katrina (part 1)
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