March 13, 2007
Maybe Sioux City needs a monorail
Do the means justify the end?
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March 12, 2007
Comfy Cushy
Big milestone this weekend: we bought a potty seat.
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March 12, 2007
At the Park
Today was another great day. Trip to Sam’s and Target, and another walk to the park. We went to the park yesterday afternoon, which I just realized I forgot to mention in the previous post. I’m hurrying here, as M is anxiously awaiting the posting of today’s images, and we have freshly baked cookies cooling on the counter. It’s Sunday, so M is taking full advantage of being able to eat dessert (he gave it up for Lent, silly boy).
Zoe loves the park. LOVES it. Starts squealing when we turn on the path that leads into the park. How lucky are we that we live within walking distance of a really great park?
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March 12, 2007
Roadtrip to Grammy’s
Saturday, after breakfast, paying bills and putting together the tax stuff for the tax lady, we went and dropped off the tax stuff to the tax lady, and then headed to Grammy, Papa and GG’s as we were in their ‘hood.
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March 9, 2007
Just keep my paycheck
Some days I absolutely adore the fact that I work at a day spa. Okay, well, that’s most days, really, but today it’s especially true.• • •
March 8, 2007
This post is ugly, that’s what’s ugly
Hmmmm. I got nuthin’ today. I’ve waited until now to post in the hopes that divine inspiration would strike and I’d have something good to post.
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March 7, 2007
Potluck
We’re having a potluck lunch today for a colleague who is celebrating a birthday. I haven’t participated in a potluck for many years, since, well, way back in my non-profit days. The first time I was at that particular non-profit, not the second time.
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March 6, 2007
Be Like Kermit
Seems we’re all going green these days, and I say, “It’s about damn time.” Whodathunk the green movement would propel Al Gore to the forefront of American pop culture?!
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March 6, 2007
Woof
I do not like dogs. Do not like them. Hardly at all.
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March 5, 2007
Top Secret
Isn’t it fun when you know something that only one other person knows? It’s like belonging to a secret club.
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