There is probably a (good) reason that Killer Whales aren’t called Capture Me, Put Me in a Tank, and Swim With Me For Entertainment Dollars Whales.
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Raising Holy Hell
Some of you may think that I am not a real sentimental person, but I have to say that this time of year, especially Thanksgiving Day, turns me into a total softie. I start thinking about The Perfect Thanksgiving Day, and I could almost weep.
Imagine, if you can, assembling the whole extended family for this [...]
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So, this is why all the experts always tell you to have some blog entries planned ahead, so in case you don’t have anything to say, or you don’t feel like blogging, you are covered. Or, if, just as a HYPOTHETICAL example, you were to have company for dinner, and make these sort of awesome [...]
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Thanks to my ever-vigilant and creative readers, here are 13 more ways to beat Shawn Johnson. Oh heck, let’s target the Big Gun, Michael Phelps, too. I believe we can assemble a team to go ALL THE WAY!!
Karen offers three surefire winners: Sunflower seed spitting
Beer drinking and socializing (in place of cycling)
Rodeo (replaces all equestrian [...]
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OK, so first, I was totally right about the mystery dog #2 being a Poodle named Little Edie. Here she is.
So maybe I was just a TEENSY bit wrong. He’s a German Shepherd named Eli. So I was close. Here he is with Edie.
They are being cruelly shut out of the gazebo where the humans [...]
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You need to get a refill on your Diet Coke and maybe queue up a couple more, because this feels like it’s going to be a long story. Every bit of it is true. Quentin Tarantino Himself couldn’t make this stuff up.
Talking to strangers
I spent the first quarter of my life wishing that my mother [...]
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You know that I am All About Knowing My Own Self, and after some recent rigorous self-examination, I have decided that I will skip all the outdoor concerts this summer.
Last year Bob Dylan came to play at the Mid-State Fair. As soon as I heard he was coming, I secured tickets for four Rilly Good [...]
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Dang. George Michael looks like he’s been rode hard and put away wet. When did he become a cadaverous, bleating old poop, anyway? I wanted to slit my wrists after that dragged-out, depressing dirge he treated us to last night. No wonder Paula was crying through the whole thing.
Dude. Buy bigger sunglasses and stop sharpening [...]
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