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Crittergal's Rambles: Mancub Meets Jungle Gym
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Monday, July 16, 2007. Mancub Meets Jungle Gym. I got to see the mancub for the first time on Saturday. He looks perfect! Not too thin at all. T-Bone said he is 41 pounds and 41 inches tall, which the pediatrician said is just right. He does seem to have some sort of obstructive respiratory issue, however. The doc recommended having his adenoids removed but I really don’t want to take out lymphatic tissue unless absolutely necessary. He is an explosion of energy! 8221; I chirped. 8220;Now.”. T-Bone quick...
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Crittergal's Rambles: Some Everyday Vignettes
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Thursday, August 28, 2008. Here's some stuff that happened to me recently:. The day before when I was walking, a woman was pulling out of the parking lot and trying to turn onto Bel Pre Rd. As she sat waiting, all of a sudden her trunk popped open. She put the car in park and started to get out when I saw she had a baby in the car. I called out, "Hey, I got it! And Gypsy and I ran up and closed the trunk. The special thing was her face when she said thank you. She looked so happy and relieved. I don't kn...
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Crittergal's Rambles: stillness 2/27/08
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Monday, August 25, 2008. Another exchange about meditation. Some thoughts about meditating:. If that makes sense. And start waving at everybody. The body's tiny shiftings, like breath, drive the mind atop its canal of focus so that it skims the wave from swell to crest, diverting it at the last moment before the crash to catch the next swelling. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Read These To Catch Up. Sometimes You Just Have to Vent. The Pickpocket, The Whore, and The Delivery Boy. Hail to the Chief.
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Crittergal's Rambles: puppy love 4/12/08
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Monday, August 25, 2008. So my brother Paul was able to join me for meditation at the DC Shambhala Center. One evening a few months ago. Afterward he said he really enjoyed the experience but . . . well, he wasn't quite sure. He should meditate. What's the point? Here is what I wrote:. I've been thinking about your question "Why meditate? Here’s my attempt to answer that. Okay, now that I got that off my chest:. Whereas usually you might be thinking about what Kelley said last night or that annoying comm...
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Crittergal's Rambles: Ticken Yiddo
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Wednesday, October 31, 2007. I discovered over the weekend that the mancub did not yet have a Halloween costume. "But honey! I cried to poor T-Bone. "He has to have a Halloween costume! All the other little kids at daycare will have one and he'll feel left out! After all, what might it mean to a boy's fragile psyche to dress up as a chicken? Might I be condemning him to a lifetime of dead-end jobs? Then again, I told myself, it could be worse. What if he turned out to be a blood-flinging wack-job? The ma...
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Crittergal's Rambles: individual perceptions in a coemergent world 2/26/08
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Monday, August 25, 2008. Individual perceptions in a coemergent world 2/26/08. Here's an exchange with LF after I admitted to some less-than-charitable thoughts that left no doubt about my place among the unenlightened rabble. ;-). I was a little surprised that I was so open and suggested that if he ever got tired of a ten-month work year, he could always find a new career as an interrogator. In the larger sense how do we as organs of perception function in a co-emergent expression of this moment? Nownes...
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Crittergal's Rambles: Night of the Baby Snatchers
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007. Night of the Baby Snatchers. African women scare me. Forget the stereotype of the timid waif cowering in the corner as her brutish husband stalks their tiny shanty. The African women I know are fierce, protective, and confident. If you had an eye on world domination, these women would surely be your first recruits. As I sat down on a love seat, one of the older children wobbled up to me. "I wanna go outside," he whined. He whined more loudly, pinching his penis for emphasis.
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Crittergal's Rambles: Sometimes You Just Have To Vent . . .
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007. Sometimes You Just Have To Vent . . . My boss is driving me crazy. Don't get me wrong; I love her. She's fun and enthusiastic and very encouraging. But . . . Have you ever met somebody who feels entitled? They just assume that whatever concerns them at that moment should be everyone else's number one priority as well? You can't place the wrapper in the trash can yourself? Or at least turn your head and look at me, acknowledge my existence and ask me to throw it away for you?
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Crittergal's Rambles: I want to get something off my chest.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2007. I want to get something off my chest. 1 Wear ratty stained transparent T-shirts that look like your husband's undershirt. Everyone loves a healthcare provider who looks unbathed. Open-toed plastic bath shoes are the greatest thing to hit the pediatric medical attire industry since Grand Theft Auto scrubs! 6 Slips and camisoles are for sissies. It's not you fault if the manufacturer of your dress didn't put any kind of lining underneath the flimsy polyester chiffon! As a matter...
