No matter how tempting it may be, subsisting principally on citrus fruit is not a great idea. You will lose weight. You will have a stomach ache. Indeed, you will suffer a number of digestive complaints. AND, you will get enormous damn canker-sores in your mouth that will hurt so fucking bad you think you […]
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Posted in Cats, Imports from old blogs on Dec 15th, 2005
Because then my recycling bin stinks of cat-piss and I have to hose it out before I can bring it inside, and frankly, I’m not enthusiastic about using a garden hose in the middle of December. Go figure. And then, because un-neutered cats’ piss is so pungent and adhesive, the bin is still smelly and […]
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The title of this entry is for the benefit of my sister, who reads my LJ, and who might talk to Mom before I do next. Don’t need to make Mom worry 😉 Anyway. I had the longest damn 3.5-mile bike ride of my fucking life this afternoon. We got something on the order of […]
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Heh. So, remember that orange blouse I posted a few weeks ago? Turns out I had scanned the pattern envelope a while back. So, here’s a picture of the original rendition of it, from 1948. I think I am going to make up the cap-sleeved version of it sometime. That would be style B for […]
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Is not usually a rationalization for buying a bottle of perfume. The pull of nostalgia took me over today when I was at the drugstore picking up a prescription. My sis and I had been talking about Jovan Musk a while back, a perfume which was our Aunt Debbie’s signature scent for many years, and […]
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Well, this is my much-beloved Old Reliable mountain bike. The ten-ton Trek. The first picture was from last spring, before I started doing stuff like putting bottle cages on it. It just had blinky lights, and I think it still had the bar-end rearview mirror, which it no longer has. It kept getting knocked off […]
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The stereotypical woman is expected, I think, to go hideously overbudget in Designer Shoe Warehouse. I, on the other hand, start hearing “Danger, danger Will Robinson,” in my head as I cross the portals of a hardware store. Today, I had to go to the hardware store to get some plastic for the bedroom windows […]
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