Everybody Breathe! The Washer is Fixed!

Everybody Breathe!  The Washer is Fixed!

We didn’t end up calling a repair man to fix our washing machine. Instead, Chris thought he could fix it. I am always hesitant about this solution. Whenever Chris offers to fix something, it usually takes about a week for him to get a plan together in his head. It takes another week and a half for him to gather and/or purchase all the necessary supplies. And then it takes another week or two before he actually has the time to work on the project. So by the time he’s…

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Breaking Up and Breaking Down

Breaking Up and Breaking Down

Our washing machine is breaking down. It hasn’t broken completely yet, but it is in the process. You can turn it on, but it won’t run a full cycle. I’m having a hard time dealing with this. Everyone knows of my love/hate relationship with laundry (See The Great Laundry Crisis of 2008). My relationship with laundry is a lot like marriage, actually. In the beginning, when I was just starting out on my own in college, it was fun – even exciting – to do my own laundry. I would…

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Death By Diet

Death By Diet

As you know, we have put our dogs on diets because our little one, Lucy, was so fat that the vet worried she might break her own legs (see The Lean Weenie). Dieting then seems like it is a responsible action for a pet owner to take. But you are wrong. Instead, I think we are slowly killing Lucy with her diet. At least that’s what she thinks. We’ve cut down from 2 cups a day of regular dog food to just 1 cup a day of diet dog food….

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Short Legs in a Long Pants World

Short Legs in a Long Pants World

Riddle me this – how are so many people able to find pants that are the appropriate length for their legs? This just baffles me! Sadly, I was not blessed with long legs or even legs of a normal length. I’m short and sweet, with the majority of my “height” being my torso. Needless to say, shopping for pants is an unpleasant event. I usually just wear skirts. This morning though I decided to reintroduce myself to the pants-wearing world and dusted off my work pants. Nothing fits! The pants…

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Camp Killed My Dogs

Camp Killed My Dogs

I think we killed our dogs. As you all know, we had to put our two precious doggies in a kennel for a week while we lived it up in Houston for Chris’ conference. All things considered, the kennel was great. They got to stay together. They had a doggie door in their “suite” that let them go out into a private fenced in yard anytime of day they wanted. They had frozen peanut butter stuffed Kongs. They were in heaven. Chris and I called it Camp. It just sounds…

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Stressed Like a Pair of 80s Jeans

Stressed Like a Pair of 80s Jeans

Now I realize that the things I am about to complain about are trivial compared to, say, world hunger and issues in the Middle East, but this is what stress in my life looks like right now: 1. I am three weeks late on submitting homework assignments for one of my classes this semester because my professor’s computer is not compatible with the formats I originally submitted. I got an email from him this morning that he was getting ready to “substandardize” my grade if my assignments are not submitted…

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6-Pack Lovin’

6-Pack Lovin’

(DISCLAIMER: This is a very gushy entry. I am allowed one of these a month, so just suck it up. Lovey dovey is sometimes just a part of our young, married confessions. Deal with it!) Champaign, fireworks, diamonds, plaques. These are things that typically signify a major event in life. For me and Chris, it’s a 6-pack and a pizza. The night we got engaged we were in New York City. Chris proposed on the ice skating rink in Rockefeller Center at 10:30 or 11:00 PM. We immediately called our…

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Mexican Princess

Mexican Princess

Today I discovered my inner Mexican Princess. Chris had to be at the conference all day doing boring theater work things so I took the opportunity to reach out to the Southwestern culture in a way that is universally recognized as unifying: shopping at Macy’s. I didn’t intentionally set out to find my inner Mexican Princess. She just showered upon me like the contents of a busted pinata. In Connecticut, Ralph Lauren and Anne Klein dominate. Plaids, paisleys, and pastels come in more varieties than you can count, which leads…

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Mini Bar Maddness

Mini Bar Maddness

Sometimes when I do something that my parents would never let me do when I was a kid, I giggle to myself. You know, like when I buy sugared cereal or a candy bar in the check out line at the grocery store. Or when I order dessert at a restaurant. Or when I put dirty bowls in the top rack of the dishwasher. This is how I silently rebel against my happy childhood. The whole idea of staying in a hotel is a silent rebellion for me. Chris and…

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