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. . . let me check. . . . Have I done it all just the way Mom used to do it for us? Yes, I think I have. Because anyone who doesn’t do Christmas like my Mother did Christmas, … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: December 2004
My kitchen is all clean and shiny and Christmassy. The house smells like pine and cinnamon and baking meatloaf. (Hey, it smells GOOD!) I haven’t put away the wrapping paper and ribbons but I’m not finished with them yet. Besides, … Continue reading
I feel EVER so much better today. Don’t be afraid to read my journal now; it might be still boring but it won’t be a downer. Not intentionally, anyway. The hardened ice cream story is really my daughter’s story; if … Continue reading
Pretty soon I won’t have any secrets left at all! Fish shit indeed. How could any of you IMAGINE I would say such a thing. Oh, that many of you? Damn. Busted. Speaking of fish shit, though, today has been … Continue reading
. . . speaking of medicine, I’d better take mine. Since my schedule has changed so drastically these past few months, my routine of medicine-taking is messed up and I often forget. This isn’t good. Stress is also taking its … Continue reading
My son doesn’t drive. It boils down to some issue about his mother refusing to pay his car insurance after he reached 21, or some such nonsense. They say his mother is a mean one. And he’s a student so … Continue reading