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Amending the 101…

I'm not entirely sure how to sum up the last seven days of my life.   It feels a bit like teleporting.   At least, it feels like I'd imagine teleporting would be.   You know, you start in one place and then you feel yourself get all split apart and then all of a sudden you're in an entirely NEW and different place but are all together.   The latest, newest and biggest news is that the Gloeges have gone all "I Can't Believe We're Not Vegan".    And by that I mean we're not truly vegan because we ...

Ode to my cat who chews cords

Mimir goes by many names - Meer, Meemsy, Pooh Bear, Tiger Cat.   And then there is my personal favorite - Mimir Damnit - which is probably the name the cat is called more than any of the others.    Granted, in the past, calling the cat "Damnit" has gotten me in trouble.   Who can ever forget their first call by their child's teacher asking that you come in for a meeting.  And who can forget the ensuing discussion of your child's family tree whereupon you find a picture of an orange blob with the...

Living in sin…

As many of you know,  Jason and I have lived together, post-divorce, since November of 2006.  Drue and I moved from the Research Triangle Park are of North Carolina to the Fairfax area near Washington DC.  Why we moved is a post in and unto itself, so we'll leave it for another time.    Suffice it to say that we moved and he moved and somehow, thanks to the financial reality of NoVA aka being ridiculously overpriced in everything, we ended up living together.    And living together is not someth...

Overwhelming randomness…

The other day, Jason whined that my posts on Lifeinflux are not as random and fun as my posts used to be when I was on Livejournal. He said that random and fun were the reasons people read as opposed to, you know, my insightful observations and words of profound wisdom.  Mom, stop chuckling.  I HEAR YOU.   I reminded Jason that sharing crap in my head frequently scares people off.    Jason's reply was "but I love peanut cookies" which means that in Jason's opinion scaring people off is fun and...

A very merry un-aversary

Eleven years ago, Jason and I got hitched for better or worse in the Hillsborough courthouse in front of a jail cell by one Mr. Cleatus A. Marmaduke III.   He had bug eyes, wore a blue and white checked polyester suit and moved and talked like he existed in a vat of molasses (pronounced MOE-lasses for you uninitiated).    One of our witnesses made the comment that the setting and the justice of the peace looked like something out of a bad Southern movie you'd find on Lifetime.   I was roughly th...