Archive - March 2018

Murphy, groomed

The younger member of our Snore of Spaniels after being groomed last week.

Unfortunately, the haircut was a little too short. Murphy ended up gnawing at his tail and belly because he was irritated. And because dogs are dogs, the more he licked the worse he got. One vet trip and $183 dollars later, he’s on 3 different prescription steroids to counter the inflammation and doing MUCH better.

The groomer did nothing wrong, we just found out that Murph has a sensitive nether area. Lesson learned. Next time we’ll leave the hair longer down below.

My Resist Kit

I mentioned before the steps that I am taking to become more involved. Two of those actions were phone calls and writing postcards. Here’s where I’m at…

I’m still using the Action Checklist for Americans of Conscience to guide my actions. I can’t recommend this list enough. Not only does it have action items without the usual screaming sky-is-falling hype you see on Twitter, it contains a multitude of links to the stories behind the issues, which I appreciate. It comes out on Sundays. I love it so much I toss her money on Patreon monthly.

I received this cloth portolio and the peace pin from the lovely Kristen when I was her bridesmaid. The pins are from Seattle.

Mondays I usually work from home, so that’s when I make my phone calls so I don’t bother my cubicle neighbors. I HAAAAATE phone calls. Once I aged out of the on-the-phone-for-five-hours days of my youth, I moved immediately into being fine never speaking on the phone again. Unfortunately, I live in a world where voice matters, so phone calls it is. If I’m contacting my reps about more than one issue a week, I make a phone call and use Resistbot.

On Fridays we drink fancy coffee and write postcards!

I was writing postcards wherever and whenever, which resulted in postcards scattered around the house, misplaced stamps, and cards not getting mailed. For the last FOUR YEARS holy crap time is whizzing by I go to a fancy coffee place on Friday mornings for breakfast before work. Turns out, it’s the perfect place to crank out the postcards! It’s not hard to get through at least 6 of them in a sitting. Plus, my office building has mail drop in the lobby so that’s less to carry home.

I received this cloth portfolio as a bridesmaid gift from Kristen WAYYYY back in 2011. It fits everything I need — postcards, pen, action list, and postcard stamps. The pins from Seattle give it a bit of an edge. Now I can toss my supplies in my bag without worrying about stamps peeling loose and self-adhering to my wallet. (It happened.)

My Resist Kit!

I still need to hit up a city council meeting because someday I feel like I’ll need/want to speak at one, and I want to know what they’re like before that happens.

Sunday Five: The Shine of a Thousand Spotlights

Happy Sunday!

Yesterday Mom and I had the honor of escorting Nephew A to an Easter Egg Hunt at Paws Discovery Farm.

Paws Discovery Farm – Mt. Laurel, NJ

It was an all-day event and the staff replenished the eggs regularly, making for a bunch of thrilled little kids. Because Mother Nature hates us, the paths were snowy. In addition to watching A go into Egg Hunting Beast Mode, I got to feed a cow and pet some barnyard animals. I also stole some Nephew B snuggles. All in all a great day. 🙂


You could not pay me to pull out the Surface to blog on Friday night. I went up to bed at 9:50pm. Here’s the Friday 5 – on a Sunday! This week’s topic is The Shine of a Thousand Spotlights. Let’s get to it!

1. What physical trait are you (or have you been) self-conscious about?

I’m tweaked about the scar I have on my face from Murphy’s misplaced bite and I’m hoping it fades. People tell me they can barely see it, but to me it is practically neon. The permanent trait I hate about myself is my feet. Seriously, if I don’t polish the toenails they look like Fred Flintstone’s feet. I call them my man feet. No offense meant to actual man feet.

2. When did you last do something risking injury?
When you’re a naturally clumsy person, every action is an injury risk. And I’ve found that after 40, even the inactions can cause risk. Want an example? My left shoulder and wrist have been sore for 2 days since … I slept on it? Who the heck knows. If it was a heart attack I’d be gone by now so I’m chalking it up to old lady muscles.

I think the last risky thing I did was zipline last year. I’d like to do that again sometime.

3. Why do critics and the general movie-going public never seem to agree?
Because critics are writers, and writers want to appear to be smarter than the hoi polloi. (Note my writerly use of hoi polloi.)

4. How do you feel about Hugh Jackman as an actor?
Seems an ok guy. I call him Huge Ackman. You should, too.

5. Who is the best singer you’ve seen in live performance?
This is a toughie. I’ve seen many many concerts that I’ve enjoyed greatly, but to be honest, they’re not the BEST singers. The best singer I’ve seen is probably Michael Buble. Kind of hoping that he tours again soon.

I’m currently watching NJPW Strong Style Evolved. Will the Bullet Club survive the “leadership” of the American Dream Cody Rhodes? I don’t know, but there is something improbably sexy about hearing Kenny Omega speak Japanese.

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