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Tag Archives: maggie
Jan
4
Mud
Maggie ate the hose end off my carpet cleaner last week. My new carpet cleaner, in fact. I’ve only used it twice, but this time I broke out the attachment to try to do the stairs. I did this about three days before Christmas when the dog was at daycare. (The one time I tried to clean the carpets while she was in still the house, she followed along behind me and left dirty footprints everywhere, negating the whole point the exercise. Sort of like the muddy dog equivalent of the Forest God from Princess Mononoke. You know. The one who makes flowers bloom and die with each step? That’s about what it felt like. Yeah. This one –> At any rate, I ran through the house, made everything look somewhat better and rested well assuming that they would stay clean for the next week or so. Long enough for company…
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Jul
27
Dog Days
We hit the beach again this past weekend. The main reason was to pick my son up from summer camp, but we decided to make a family deal out of it and take Maggie along with us. Last year she had only been about 3 or 4 months old – and puppies at the beach tend to draw a lot of attention. (Which she loved, by the way – it got to the point where every time we went for a walk she would drag us to the busiest part of the “downtown” so she could get all the petting she wanted. Quite the diva, miss Maggie.) Things were a little different this summer. For one thing she is a little older and larger, but more importantly, her attitude has changed. She’s definitely become much more skittish/wary when it comes to strangers. Not for lack of trying on our part…
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Mar
23
March Madness
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Tagged dan, health issues, help, kidney stones, maggie, no more fucks to give, worst month ever
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Alas, not about basketball. But madness pretty much sums up this entire month. To be fair, except for the weather, it pretty much started out like a lamb…but it’s going out like a lion. In general, things were looking up this month – we attended the wedding of a good friend, I got invited to participate in an upcoming anthology, I’m out on submission, I’m waiting for a few other things to line up the way they should – in short, life seemed pretty good. I’m not sure where the weirdness started, so I suppose I’ll just begin with the endoscopy. It was a few weeks ago, the doc diagnosed me with a hiatal hernia, took some biopsies and off I go. (Still waiting on those results, but at this point, not a particularly high priority to find out and I’m rather done with borrowing trouble, so to speak.) That…
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Jan
26
Recalibrating
Some days I wish life had roll-over hours. Like minutes or data plans, you could hoard your time when you didn’t need it, and cash it in for extra sleep or work time at a later date. I used to be a morning person. Many moons ago, I was up with the dawn and doing things and that was fine. And then somewhere along the way I became a night owl. (Probably around college – and that bled into wanting some sort of life after work, and then after the kids came along it was about having some quiet time when they went to bed…and then when I started writing, the midnight-witching hour was about the only time I could find in which to actually get anything down.) Which would be fine, except I got a dog. Who is now nearly 10 months old…and she is a morning person. Like…
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Jun
26
In the Pipe…
Not quite 5 x 5. Not yet. Yes, it’s an Aliens reference – but it’s been that sort of week. (And I watched it again the other night – it’s one of those comfort movies for me, for some odd reason.) At any rate, radio silence being what it is, I’ve just been completely slammed – the volume of paperwork required for the kids’ summer camps is somewhat baffling, not to mention the crazy amounts of running about, and a fair number of contractors stopping by. (Mostly for estimates, but everyone’s trying to sell something. And really, why is it that nearly every contractor badmouths all the others? “Oh, you should have called me for X. You paid too much for Y.” No offense, but making the homeowner feel like an ass isn’t the way to get their business. Just saying.) And the dog. The dog. Little miss Maggie, who has…
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