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Author Archives: cheesefairy
Scattered is an Understatement
Potato News Last week I saw a bag of pre-peeled, chopped-into-cubes potatoes, for sale at Safeway. They were called “Today’s Potatoes.” (discarded marketing slogan: Because Potatoes are HARD WORK) When I got home I went to the Today’s Potatoes website … Continue reading
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Tagged before I had children I had sleep, Fresco, photos, potatoes, stephen joseph harper, trombone
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What Else Can I Say?
Dear Fresco, You are nine months old today. Thank you for choosing to celebrate by finally napping for longer than 30 minutes. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. love, yr. mother (sound of weeping) ps: that thing where you shout … Continue reading
Keeling
I have always thought of myself as someone who maintains an even keel. Calm to the point of maddening the excitables around me. Relaxed so that I might sleep through a rock concert. The flip side is that I have … Continue reading
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Tagged cranky bitch, Fresco, more about me!, rage on, sleep, the parenthood, trombone, two! children!
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A Round for All My Friends
Dudes. I need to know EVERY SINGLE BIRTHDAY for EVERY SINGLE ONE of you. Female readers only, plz. Penises need not apply. Because I am going to buy up the entire stock of “It’s Not the Age, It’s the Attitude!” … Continue reading
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Tagged great ideas I will never act on, music, religion, tv week inserts make me crazy
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Revolution
My mother asked me on Saturday if I had made any resolutions for the new year. I thought about it, the way I have to think if someone asks me how old my baby is. Which baby? Oh, that one. … Continue reading