My vacation for 2011 was a trip to Edwardsville, Illinois to see my sister, Aby, and her family. The vacation lasted three days, 16 hours of which involved driving. My passenger was my 75-year-old mother who hadn’t gone anywhere in a long time, either, and spent the drive pointing out the obvious, like, “Oh, look at that white barn.” […]
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Luckily, birthdays only come once a year, and I say that because they’re obviously difficult for some people to deal with. Consider Mark. He’s been my husband for about 16 years or so, and while neither of us are good at keeping track of the years we’ve been married or each others’ ages, the dates of
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I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t mean to become one of the mad women dashing for bargains during Black Friday. But Mark noticed some Cute Things in the Younker’s circular (which I cannot expound upon without ruining the kids’ Christmas), and I reluctantly agreed to go. We purchased six Cute Things, and
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On Sunday Mark and I spent quality time with the four kids and some significant others munching on some delicious DeLuca’s pizza and drinking beer in honor of Kid #2’s birthday. We made up for having fun by spending quality time in Home Depot on Sunday debating how to make smaller steps for Dusty, our 13-year-old dog whose short
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The Hunter, by Amy L Peterson Well son of a steer I got me a deer my smallest of wishes come true, `twas easy to get with which my car, which it hit oh shittle de dittle de do. Now my life was at stake when I slammed on the brakes `cuz the guy on
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To my father who served in the Navy: and to my uncles, my cousins and my paddling pal, and to all those that have served and are serving, thank you for your service. And God Bless America!
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Once again I was disappointed on Halloween night. Our plastic pumpkins were lit up, Mark’s bumpy pumpkin-gourd was all lit up, and we had candy bars in a bowl. Six o’clock came around and nobody showed up. Then it got to 6:05 and nobody was even on the streets. In fact, it wasn’t until 6:10
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Last Thursday was a windy, cold and rainy, but in spite of the gnarliness, the weather brought in some birdies that we don’t normally get to see. Like this fella. The trumpeter started trumpeting, and while I’m quite certain it was trying to attract the attention of another trumpter, it instead attracted the attention of Mr. Gawky,
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When Mark answered our ringing doorbell earlier this year he came face to face with Patrick Garvey, who offered to side our house for a price we couldn’t refuse. We ran a background check, followed him home, and ordered a drug test. Well, we thought about doing all that, but really, he seemed like a nice guy, seemed to
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This one is honor of Andy Rooney, the grumpy `ole writer who entertained us with thought- provoking editorials on Sixty Minutes for a long, long time. He is the consummate curmudgeon, the guy who says what’s on his mind, the old fart that I feel I might have something in common with. Just get over
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