Gwinn
We’re all sick right now, and because this is a family-friendly weblog, I will not give any symptoms because, well, why? Let’s call it the New York City Death Virus. If you live in Angelborough, please do not breathe anywhere…
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Monthly Archive: February 2011
Jesus’s stripey scarf (with photos!)
Last Thursday, Kiddo#3 had a mega-meltdown tantrum, and when I finally got him to at least stay in his room, I wanted to do something that would make me appear utterly bored with the histrionics while I still supervised. Knitting…
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Kiddo#4 gets a letter
For Christmas, Kiddo#4 got the Melissa & Doug See & Spell. He loves it, and he’s now even able to recognize some of those words out of context, but I’d noticed our set’s letter distribution was a bit problematic. We…
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My Patient Husband’s Oatmeal Scotchies
In an effort to save myself some effort, I’m posting our family’s recipe for oatmeal scotchies (oatmeal cookies with butterscotch chips.) Whereas we make chocolate chip cookies using the recipe on the chocolate chip bag, the recipe on the butterscotch…
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illusions
When I read about Borders declaring bankruptcy this week, my first thought was (naturally) about myself. Sorry — I know it would be nice if I immediately thought of all the independent booksellers put out of business by the big…
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“Was that quick enough?”
Since I don’t want more of you to send front-end loaders to my house, I need to post something. Let’s head back into the dusty files to come up with a story that always, when I post it on an…
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I swear this happened. I have the video to prove it.
Remember when I was whining about the mailbox being buried in snow? When I said the snow banks at the bus stop were up to the bottom of the stop sign? I said, in that entry, If you don’t hear…
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the story you can’t tell
Today’s Life In The Swamp highlight involved three guys with shovels and ladders climbing onto my roof to rid it of fifty thousand pounds of snow, kept firmly in place by that glorious plague of modern life known as the…
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What it means to be a mom.
Being a mom means you don’t get to eat the M&Ms off the top of the birthday cake because your little one didn’t get many on his slice. It means you put them to the side of your plate nearest…
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Darkness within, darkness without
Every so often I run up against unreasoning fear, and not just the fear that my kid will get locked in a parked car. It’s that gut-clenching fear of supernatural powers that will leave humanity helpless. Remember that when growing…
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