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Dyeing Easter Eggs with Ties
I saw an article about dyeing eggs using silk ties and just had to try it. After all, my husband’s new work clothes consist of a Hawaiian shirt and khakis, so most of his ties are going bye-bye. I asked him for a couple. I was stymied by my lack of rubber bands, though my…
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Hawaii, Here We Come
My husband was offered a job in Hawaii a couple days ago. Since the other job he was in the running for said they were still considering, he took the Hawaii job. Yay! But wait. He starts work on Monday, the day after Easter, training here in San Diego. Then he reports for work in…
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Camera in my Pocket
For the past few years, I’ve had the admittedly “rich people’s problem” of having a DSLR. It’s heavy, I hit small children in the head with it, and it markedly cut down on my Disneyland and other trips’ pleasures. Not to mention the nose squishing caused by looking through a viewfinder. So I was pleased…
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Creating a Pre-Teen Monster
Yesterday, my oldest daughter watched American Idol with me for the first time ever. She lay face down on the couch, looking bored. “What do you think about her?” she asked after Lil Rounds sang. “It’s all right. She’s sung better.” “That’s what I think, too. She’s just okay.” For each singer, she asked me…
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Best. Day. Ever.
Ever since my husband got laid off six weeks ago, I haven’t had many GOOD days. I’ve had “good” days that were simply not bad. I”ve had less-anxious days that didn’t require a sleeping pill. I’ve had moderately happy days when a small freelance check came in and we could buy some food. But yesterday…
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Mama’s Day Out
We passed a designer store in which a very thin woman leaned on a railing just inside the door, wearing gigantic sunglasses and a wistful look. I imagined her to be a poor anorexic rich woman and waved my Sprinkles bag at her.
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The Stinky Masses
I went to mass today. Dragging oneself out of a cozy Sunday morning spent downing coffee and reading the paper is always difficult, not to mention throwing in getting three recalcitrant kids ready. Not to mention that I have a wonky bladder and wonkier knees that make church-going arduous at best. I was feeling quite…
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Day o’ the Leprechaun
I was proud of Ethan for inspiring their imaginations. Just last week, the teacher and I had been helping kids with their reading. Some struggle a lot. We talked about how some of them simply lack imaginations, and how I saw it in the private school Ethan was at last year, which had mostly upper-income…
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Eh? Sonny? Speak up.
The older I get, the older I get. This is mostly most apparent to me when I try to figure out how to do something on la computadora. Right now, I’m attempting to put a “FEEDJIT” thingie on here…it says “Paste into sidebar on your blog.” I don’t see no sidebar. Where’s there a sidebar?…
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When Things Could Be Even Worse
The beginning of 2009 started auspiciously. Cadillac had gotten a new job, running the LA office of a NY broker-dealer that was set to open. Finally, we thought, finally the last 8 years or so of hard, underpaid work was going to pay off. Yay! The firm’s main investment product was going to be this…
MARGARET DILLOWAY 