Okay, it’s not Thanksgiving–wherein I’m always grateful for family and food–and it’s not Memorial Day or Veteran’s Day–wherein I’m grateful for the members of the US military past and present–and it’s not July 4–wherein I’m grateful for our Forefathers, independence, the right to vote and bear arms and all of our other liberties. But a couple of things happened […]
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This week my dad started his second round of chemo only to get stopped amid that fun and admitted to the hospital because his kidneys were failing. As of today, his kidneys have rebounded but his heart flutters now and again and doctors say it’s not just because he loves his wife. Meanwhile, Little Buddha, who’d
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Several people who saw the 2011 Seasonal Musing asked whether Mark and I really had 12 hamsters, and when I said yes, one person asked if I had any photos of them. So it is because of those people that I am introducing our fuzzy pals. Oh, and in case the title of this posting makes you worried that their
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The thing I like the most about Christmas and my birthday and other times gifts are exchanged are the boxes. Consider this quaint scene from Christmas and check out all the different types and sizes of boxes. Of the boxes we received this year, the one on the far right above, was the most intriguing.
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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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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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Once upon a time about a week ago, Mark said he heard something in the back yard that sounded like a pterodactyl call. Ignoring the thought that Mark associating a noise back to cave man time meant he is much, much older than I’d previously thought, I grabbed my camera, walked down to the water’s edge
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I don’t know about you, but I already miss the dog days of summer, just sitting in the sun and relaxing now and again. With temperatures dropping and Mark back to school, Little Dipper won’t be sitting outside sunning herself much anymore. Poor thing. I also miss sitting outside and watching birds fly around, like this hummingbird. Of
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Holly and I named her Smiggles because she smiled when she wiggled. She played with both of the boys, and stole some of Dusty’s stuffed toys. She liked boxes and bags and anything new. She once was so small she fit in Mark’s shoes. She liked Pop-tarts . . . . . . and cat
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The problem with having two dogs, a cat, two ferrets and 11 hamsters is that cleaning up for visitors is a bit of an event. And things don’t always go as planned. Last Thursday, my dad drove from Grand Rapids to our house in Haslett to take us out for dinner. The house was vacuumed, one
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