Graceful Like a Chicken

[...] This post is not going to go on at length about how incredible the Boston Marathon is, how it is like no other marathon or how it is essentially the Holy Grail of races. Maybe [...]

I don't know why people have to die. And I especially don't know why they have to die in such ridiculous ways. I don't know why free will is so import [...]

[...] "I am never doing this again." -- Me, like a 100 times after last year's Boston Marathon (My physical therapist in MN has a recording of me saying it, promising it actually. He would [...]

Kurt and I arrived in Boston late Saturday evening, checked into the hotel in Westborough where we stayed last year and then left to have dinner at a [...]

[...] I am writing is to say that had you told me 20 years ago that one day I would be dabbing Preparation H on a little chicken's vent in order to keep it from getting pecked to death by its own flock, [...]

[...] it for me. Problem solved.  The next day she read my blog post about smearing Preparation H all over the bum of one of the chicks and so she sent me this text: Neighbor: [...]

[...] missing part was only really important to the teller…..) We were driving into Boston on Easter Sunday. We were skipping church. For heaven's sake, we were SKIPPING BREAKFAST! And we came upon a [...]

[...] area. The familiarity was calming. The next day, I awoke early with great intentions. It was Easter Sunday. A day for renewal. I had it in my head that we would get up, have a nice breakfast with a [...]

[...] and a two-week old cell phone (tile can be so darn unforgiving) while at the same time our home phone stopped working (sharing one cell phone is kind of a drag if you must know) and shipments that [...]

[...] . But it was good. Mostly. Then last week happened. After a week of no dial tone, our home phone was finally back up and running. After finding out how ruthless and unforgiving tile can [...]

[...] times they explained to me that they "don't usually service Toyotas….we are a Mercedez dealership after all but the Big E was willing to make an exception here" I don't know, but it [...]

[...] fire. No blood. No bother. (One less floor to clean up! Woo hoo!) It took two days for the Mercedez dealership to detail my car (apparently it was worse than the Battle of the Bulge-ing diaper I had [...]

[...] ;Oh!" and off she went, giggling at herself. The next day I overheard Lily telling the neighbor kids that our cat was part dog and that is why he is such a great hunter (you know, like a cat& [...]

[...] Dragon episode before Christmas….) So, on Sunday, I packed up the kids and one of our neighbor kids (because what the heck, there's always room for more right?) and our only smallish box (which [...]

[...] question. (No judgement of course.) First off, there is the obvious: Maybe I am crazy but a dozen fresh eggs every day is reason enough, right? Second, there is something quite satisfying about [...]

[...] (the hen, well, and my mom too!) so much, I might leave her on my neighbor's doorstep with a dozen fresh eggs, you know, as a peace offering…..snicker snicker. Have a lovely week my friends! [...]