Weekly Archives:
Jun 22
From last week:
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on Parent Hacks:
Spray bottle makes cool (and water-saving) fun during the summer
Annmarie's hack uses far less water than the kiddie pool or the
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on Sweetney:
Mass media convergences (subtitle: I really, really need a nap (and probably one or several drinks))
Typing on a computer from the comfort and safety of your couch
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on Savvy Source:
Wise Words from Olivia and Her Maker
We can't let this month pass without special mention of Olivia, that
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on Suburban Bliss:
I mentioned the other day how Max was only in it for
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on MamaPop:
Six More Reasons to Get Amped About The Dark Knight
Ohhhhh emmmmm geeeeee, you guys. The premiere of The Dark Knight is
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on Laid-Off Dad:
Leaving a stinging, hairless scab in its wake
You know when you're walking down the street, minding your own business,
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on Cool Mom Picks:
Big Brands Doing Cool Things: Aurora's Eco-Plush Animals
Mostly we're fans of handmade plush around here, but we also understand
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on Dad Gone Mad:
When I was an undergrad at Fresno State in the early 90s,
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on Sweet Juniper:
Her mother reads in the paper today...
Her mother reads in the paper that they are wrapping the old
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on Confessions of a Pioneer Woman:
Try Keeping Your Tongue in Your Mouth While Reading This Post
Have you ever caught someone watching a really sad scene in a
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on Dooce:
The eyebrows run in the family
That's my seventeen-year-old niece Mariah, my sister's oldest kid. She probably looks
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on Cool Mom Picks:
My daughter adores cartoon characters, as she is biologically programmed to, but
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on Dad Gone Mad:
Eight Weird Things That Happen When You’re Writing a Book
1. Sometimes you’ll be sitting with your family at the dinner table,
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on Parent Hacks:
Sprinkler hose may be a better solution for toddler lawn water play
Here's how Tracy tweaks backyard sprinkler play: The comment about the
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on Savvy Source:
Savvy Speaks with The Happiness Project's Gretchen Rubin
We at The Savvy Source are devotees of Gretchen Rubin's The Happiness
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on Suburban Bliss:
I told him everything doesn't have to be white.
I have a few places to share with you today... I closed
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on Finslippy:
The Wii Fit is my passive-aggressive friend who has cool games but
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on Confessions of a Pioneer Woman:
My Eleven-Year-Old Daughter: A Vignette
All things considered, she’s turning out okay. Oh, I know, I know—considering
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on Dooce:
Jon opened up his own etsy shop a few weeks ago to
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on MamaPop:
Britney Gets Overnights With the Boys
Britney Spears has learned that actually showing up for court can be
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on Cool Mom Picks:
A Dandy Alternative To Backpacks For Kids
My three year-old has entered that phase I'm lovingly describing as Her
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on Savvy Source:
Keeping a Journal with Young Kids
As we've been musing about all month, young children have a tremendous
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on Suburban Bliss:
There are worse things to be in it for.
Max is attending day camp this week. This is a camp that
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on MamaPop:
Heidi Montag Presents: Songs From The Hellmouth!
I'm just going to apologize right up front here: yesterday, I caused
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on Laid-Off Dad:
I have an interesting conundrum regarding my imminent matrimonicide: I don't know
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on Dad Gone Mad:
I burned the turkey burgers. “You have to watch them, Danny!” “I
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on Sweet Juniper:
On the way to Cedar Point amusement park...
On the way to Cedar Point amusement park for my eighth-grade class
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on Sweetney:
I won't have what she's having
I'd like to take a moment and talk about Meg Ryan.
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on Parent Hacks:
Road trip car games to pass the time on long drives
Car games! A long-standing road trip tradition. If you've already exhausted your
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on Dooce:
For breakfast most mornings I have a bowl of Bob's Red Mill
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on MamaPop:
Poor Dannielynn Doesn't Even Stand a Slim Chance of Growing Up to be Normal
Dannielynn Hope Marshall Stern Birkhead Jingleheimer Smith (you know, Anna Nicole Smith's
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on Amalah:
Dear Jason, I Bring You the Gift of HYSTERICAL PREGNANT NESTING. You're Welcome.
For Jason's birthday, I made him finally replace that godawful Eyeball Nipple
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on Cool Mom Picks:
Happy Camper Week on Cool Mom Picks: Great Outdoors Cookies from Eleni's
We've been getting so many requests for camp picks now that some
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on Confessions of a Pioneer Woman:
Perky vs. Droopy: A Study in Canine Musculature
Suzie, my sweet old Jack Russell traitor, who abandoned me a couple
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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
I’ve been uncharacteristically away from this crazy place for over 24 hours, not that I’m presuming anyone has noticed. Hello? Tap-tap…this thing on? Oh, hi! I thought there was nobody here for a minute! Whew. That would’ve been awkward. Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve been uncharacteristically away from this site for the past 24-plus hours because, well, I’ve been trapped under something heavy. No, not Marlboro Man. Not any man. Not any woman, for that matter. (I’m sorry, but I feel it’s important to be specific in these situations.) No, rather, I’ve been trapped under my life, under my plight, under the reality of where I live and the fact that it can sometimes mean finding myself without Broadway shows and Starbucks and convenience stores and, most specifically, access to any form of internet for considerable chunks of time...
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June 26, 2008
Try Keeping Your Tongue in Your Mouth While Reading This Post
Have you ever caught someone watching a really sad scene in a movie, and as they watch the characters, their face begins to contort like the faces of the characters they’re watching? My brother, Doug, used to do that all the time. I thought it was hilarious and strange. I caught my kid doing it the other day, too. As we were watching the scene in Spider Man when Tobey McGuire discovers that Uncle Ben’s been shot, I glanced over at my five-year-old boy. His brow was furrowed and his mouth was curling up, just like Peter Parker’s did as he knelt crying over Uncle Ben...
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June 25, 2008
My Eleven-Year-Old Daughter: A Vignette
All things considered, she’s turning out okay. Oh, I know, I know—considering what her wretched mother once thought it was okay to do to her—like, stand in line at a mall kiosk for hours and hours, dress her up like a cherub, and place her on a table surrounded by fake flowers—I think my girl is turning out remarkably well. All things considered... -
June 23, 2008
Perky vs. Droopy: A Study in Canine Musculature
Suzie, my sweet old Jack Russell traitor, who abandoned me a couple of years ago for her new Human, my father-in-law, has been staying with us for a week while her Human and his wife (my mother-in-law) were out of town. I’d forgotten what a darling little joy Suzie is, and we’ve had more fun living with a dog whose tongue doesn’t drag on the ground while walking. Suzie is perky, plain and simple, and has the tightest, most compact little canine body; and the contrast between her and a certain Basset Hound named Charlie is way too glaring to be ignored... -
June 12, 2008
Black Heels to Tractor Wheels: A Love Story. Part XXXV
“So,” Marlboro Man began over dinner at his house one night. “How many kids do you want to have?” I almost choked on my medium-rare steak, the one he’d grilled for me so expertly with his own two hands...
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June 10, 2008
I Fought the Salmonella. And I Won.
Let me first point out that I recognize that the photos in this post have absolutely nothing to do with the content of this post. But I’ve been uncharacteristic away from Confessions all day—not away from my house, mind you, because, well, I don’t like to leave my house. No, but I’ve been away my daily posting here because first, I was utterly convinced for the first eleven hours of the day that the current salmonella/tomato outbreak had found me on the ranch...
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June 09, 2008
Vignette #1: My Pesky Brother-in-Law, Tim. (And My Boy. )
Today, throughout the day and into the dark, stormy night, I’ll be posting a series of vignettes, none of which will have anything to do with the other. Because today, you see, I have bacon grease and thunderstorms on the brain, and am especially scatterbrained and wandering in my thoughts. You know, as opposed to most other days, when I’m exceedingly organized and methodical in my thinking. Yeah, yeah…that’s it. So please, my friends, bear with me through the randomness and the confusion. It won’t be the least bit pretty... -
June 06, 2008
Charlie, my son/Basset Hound, started out his life as an indoor dog. When he came into our lives on Christmas Day, small and pristine and catatonic, I carried him around in my arms like a newborn baby. Throughout the day, he slept on our sofa; in the evenings, I’d wrap him in swaddling cloths and lie him in the manger of my embrace, working on the computer and reading with him in tow. Charlie was my baby. And I treated him as such. He had the most wonderful puppy breath... -
June 05, 2008
Sometimes I get so preoccupied with taking photos of cattle and horses that I forget to focus more on the human faces across our ranch. I held a poll on my photography section several weeks ago, asking what sort of photography (landscape, floral, urban) everyone liked best. Overwhelmingly, they chose “faces…portraits…people shots.” Then I considered all the photos of cows I’ve posted on this website and laughed. So much for my belief that bovine photography was on the cusp of sweeping the nation... -
June 04, 2008
It’s amazing how much the landscape changes on our ranch from winter to spring, and I’m not just talking about the greening up of the grass and the blooming of the trees and the shining up of the horses and the fattening up of cattle once the bitter winds have passed. The landscape of our daily lives change, too, as the daily feeding of the livestock during the snowy, icy months is replaced by gathering cattle on horseback and working calves in the pens... -
June 03, 2008
Rip-Roaring, Thrilling Zune Giveaway. Because I Love Ya.
I’m still loving, loving, loving my Zune, and it’s made me a more productive, well-rounded, and contented person. It has! I’ve downloaded John Denver, John Mayer, Ethel Merman, George Strait, Roberta Flack, and the Violent Femmes. And Billy Idol. And Johnny Mathis. And Bach’s Brandenberg Concerto No. 5 in D Major. And Journey. Okay, so my taste in music may be a little disturbing, but I’m loving every minute of it—it makes my garden work fly by, and actually (don’t tell anyone) makes the act of sitting and folding laundry…not…so…heinous. Did I just say that?...
