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So there I was at the Denver airport, heaving my bulging black suitcase onto the conveyor belt for the x-ray machine. This was just my carry-on – my REAL bag (a behemoth red Samsonite) had already been found 6 lbs. overweight at the ticket counter, leading me to put on my boots and jacket, stuff…

Toad has no remorse.  She does bad things and doesn’t know they’re bad.  She just keeps wagging her tail and dog-smiling, and it’s impossible to be mad at her.  She has never known shame. Ugh, I love this damn dog.

Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned.  It’s been 7 days since my last blog post. But maybe you’ll have mercy if I tell you that plenty of life has been going down around these parts. For starters, my friend Carl (SHOUT OUT) came to Colorado to visit, and stayed at the Hooker House for…

It’s Monday, December 5th, and I have now been without a car for 20 days. On a few occasions, I’ve had a friend or two go out of town and bequeath me their vehicle in their absence, so don’t worry: I’m not starving, I’ve made it to the gym here and there, and my December…

On Sunday, I ran the Seattle Half-Marathon, and man alive, was it fun. (I just really think that “man alive” should be brought back as an exclamation – “man alive,” and “hot damn.”) Back in September, I had the thought, “I want to train for something.”  So I went online, looking for a race that…

For being a self-proclaimed control freak, there are a lot of things about my life that I did not plan, that I could not have planned. I’ve experienced: unachieved goals unanswered prayers unfulfilled dreams mistakes defeats derailments dead ends I’m sure I’m no different from anyone reading this when I say that I have not…

On Friday, I dropped my phone and shattered the screen, rendering it useless. Irony is contacting the police to tell them that if they in fact find my stolen vehicle, please don’t call me – call my sister instead. And then I asked, “By the way, any news?” And they said, “No.” On Friday night,…

I thought that having the Honda stolen twice was more than my fair share, but apparently not. I WILL say that I’m laughing pretty hard about this, though.  I mean, come on.

Ugh, don’t you love songs about regret? It’s the worst kind of feeling, and the best kind of song – the twist of the knife, the sailed ship, the too little too late. Right now, I’m in a season in which I’m thinking about the big picture – the whole of a life – the…

Yesterday, we had a bit of a canine emergency when Greebs the dog ate an entire plate of peanut butter & chocolate brownies, and we had to take him to the animal ER to have them induce vomiting and coat his stomach in charcoal. Did you know that I haven’t thrown up since I was…