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Yarns & Tall Tales: Jail Time
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Monday, October 09, 2006. My dad and I have a strange relationship. When I go home to visit, our interactions consist of a grunt of hello and an obligatory hug once in a while. Then he goes to his studio and tinkers with something and I go to my room and tinker with something. But I know he loves me, because occasionally he’ll yell at me. I don’t know how I possibly missed it. I had to. Dad said in the car.
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Yarns & Tall Tales: October 2006
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Monday, October 09, 2006. My dad and I have a strange relationship. When I go home to visit, our interactions consist of a grunt of hello and an obligatory hug once in a while. Then he goes to his studio and tinkers with something and I go to my room and tinker with something. But I know he loves me, because occasionally he’ll yell at me. I don’t know how I possibly missed it. I had to. Dad said in the car.
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Yarns & Tall Tales: El Oh En De Oh En
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Friday, November 16, 2007. El Oh En De Oh En. I'm going to London! Still, being a (somewhat) good daughter, I'm trying to feel bad about it. I had meant to call my mother before buying the ticket so I could feel guilty for awhile, but United was having a sale, so. Wouldn't you know, mom is ruining my attempt at feeling mopey by being excited for me. So what shall I do in London? Will she still like me?
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Yarns & Tall Tales: September 2006
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Thursday, September 21, 2006. According to Middle Eastern folklore, olive oil will cure all diseases except the one from which you’re destined to die. That’s comforting. I think the pharmaceutical companies should jump all over that advertising campaign. Ask your doctor today about Oomlouzia! Oomlouzia cures all diseases, except the one from which you’re going to die! Ok, how about Nexium, the "purple pill"?
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Yarns & Tall Tales: August 2006
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Thursday, August 31, 2006. Despite living in a city and loving it, I will often go off on rants about how much saner country life is. Traffic is my favorite topic. "I operate on country time, folks! Going ten miles should take me fifteen minutes, max! But here it takes you an hour! Why, we could go right in our own backyards, and pick strawberries, and blueberries, and raspberries, and blackberries! Style to ...
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Yarns & Tall Tales: The Constantly Frustrated Gardener
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Wednesday, July 18, 2007. The Constantly Frustrated Gardener. My grandmother had a green thumb. My mother has a brown thumb. Mine is somewhere in the middle a green thumb with brown, wilted spots around the edges. Not unlike the plants I’m taking care of this summer. How about that one? Ooo, that’s pretty. What’s. Think a raging thunderstorm will give you a brief respite from your watering duties? The torrent...
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Yarns & Tall Tales: In My Mind, At Least, I Am a Rock Star
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Wednesday, March 05, 2008. In My Mind, At Least, I Am a Rock Star. Our newest roommate is oh, how to put this diplomatically? One morning, after brushing my teeth, I opened the bathroom door to see her standing there, all groggy-eyed and disheveled as if someone had awoken her at three in the morning. Pregnant pause, as I contemplate why. I asked. You don’t get out of bed until nine. She knocks on the door.
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Yarns & Tall Tales: Guacamole Expert
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Friday, June 01, 2007. All hail Our Lady of the Avocado. They like to stand over my shoulder and watch the entire process. They like stealing nibbles of my gwak-a-mole even more. All of this causes me to wonder, what is an expert? Shouldn’t that title be reserved for people who have mastered. Surely an expert should not be someone who was looking through her cookbook one day and said, Oh, dude, score!
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Yarns & Tall Tales: Guest Artist Fun
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Friday, April 06, 2007. There is nothing quite like a ballerina to make you feel like a cow. I saw a lot of ballerinas up close last week as I sang. With the Washington Ballet, so I know what I’m talking about. Bovine insecurities aside, what an amazing experience it was! My dance was entitled, The Cow Jumps Over the Moon. Make way, guest artist coming through! Let me show you anyway! Yarns and Tall Tales.
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Yarns & Tall Tales: Twenty-eight is Pretty Great
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Yarns and Tall Tales. A Collection of Anecdotes, Occasionally Embellished for Dramatic Purposes. Thursday, October 11, 2007. Twenty-eight is Pretty Great. It’s official. I am in my late twenties. No amount of justification or questionable math can gain me another year in my mid twenties. As depressing as this is, though, I find that for the second year in a row, I’m enjoying my birthday once again. It’s no wonder I hated birthdays. Well, I didn’t make the leaps and bounds in the self-improvement departme...
