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A few weeks ago, an acquaintance of mine got married. As another mutual acquaintance put it, “NOBODY is happy about this.” For reasons which shall soon become obvious, I won’t go into specifics, but suffice it to say theirs is NOT a match made in heaven. He’s kind of a doofus. She’s manipulative and promiscuous. Long story . . . → Read More: Contents May Settle (Thank God it’s not FRA-GEE-LAY.) Boy, oh, boy, do I ever have a rant for you guys this week. But it’s going to have to wait. Right now, sound the trumpets, please! For Bachelor Girl hath won an award! OMG, you guys!! I never win ANYTHING! This award comes to us via one of my very favorite bloggers in the . . . → Read More: It’s a Major Award! I’ve been reading and thinking a lot lately about what we eat and, more importantly, why we eat what we eat. In Mark Sisson’s The Primal Blueprint, he postulates that humans did not evolve to digest and metabolize grains effectively, and this leads to insulin resistance, weight gain, fatigue, lowered immunity, etc. In other words, it . . . → Read More: To Carb or Not to Carb Chihuahua and The Guy do not get along. To be more accurate, I should say that Chihuahua hates The Guy’s guts and wishes he would leave. And in Chihuahua vocabulary, leave = die. A List of Chihuahua’s Recent Transgressions: 1. Peeing on his bed. –Ernest Hemingway That was my friend Casey’s Facebook status last week, to which I responded, “HEY!” I’m the theatre critic for the Shreveport Times, and while I’ve given one or two harsh reviews during my tenure, I have yet to shoot anyone. (Nor do I expect to.) (Just saying.) (In describing my wedding trousseau to my very patient friend Erik, I . . . → Read More: “Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.” A few weeks ago, The Guy and I made a grave error. We watched the season premiere of Mad Men. And now we’re hooked, damn it all. Neither of us are big television people. I mean, sure, we watch it sometimes, but we mostly watch the History Channel, Food Network and the Travel Channel. Frankly, we just don’t have . . . → Read More: Mad Women I think a person’s ability and willingness to deal with kitty litter is sort of like paper towels: You’re born with a roll of a certain size, and every time you’re faced with kitty litter, you metaphorically tear one off, clean up the kitty litter and throw it away. I used the majority of my roll before . . . → Read More: On Kitty Litter |
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