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Raccoon Life
I squawked at the amount spent this month on peanuts for the nighttime animals. Essentially, we converted several hundred dollars into raccoon poop. Gary did some research and discovered raccoons like dog food, and as long as it’s high protein dog food it can be as good for them as peanuts. So tonight the raccoons,…
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Friday freakout: Are You F’ing Kidding Me?
I summoned up the courage to see the nurse practitioner at the gynecologist. I described my symptoms: hormonal rages, mood swings, etc. Her next words were, “So I see you’re bipolar.” Sigh. You know, I’ve never really bought into this bi-polar diagnosis. The first person to tag me with it was my neurologist, based on…
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St. Charles Saints and Sin
Our Sunday adventure did not begin well. The plan was to visit the shrine of Saint Rose Philippine Duchesne, because we live pretty close to her shrine, and when someone is made a saint? Respect. Or, as much respect as I can summon. (My first words after we parked were, “Where is this goddammned motherfucking…
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Wildlife Videos for the Strong of Heart
Gary upgraded the memory card and batteries for his birthday wildlife camera, so now it takes a ten second video every minute of the day. Or, it feels that way when you review the videos. We’ve employed a speed-viewing method, which sounds like “bird … bird… squirrel… squirrel … squirrel … OH GOD WHAT IS…
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Mammogramma
In a rare moment of adult responsibility I scheduled a mammogram for Friday afternoon. I don’t know what my reproductive system will think, a mammogram on Friday and a Pap smear on Monday. I picture my ovaries whispering to each other across my uterus, “Are we coming out of retirement?” This is my first mammogram…
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Friday Freakout: I Finally Cave
Putting the TMI in absentminded