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Written after kissing the cable to my house

Back online again! It turns out the problem I thought was solved here wasn’t solved, and our Comcast (I will never get used to “Xfinity”) service plonked yesterday morning, just as I was hooking up my laptop for my weekly work from home day. I ended up tossing on clothes (black top and navy sweater, because I didn’t do laundry) and dashing into work. I made it by 10 am. Today the Comcast tech came and replaced the cable line. We are up and running and hopefully will be without problems forever and ever amen.

Easter was delightful as always for time spent with family but emotionally fraught as usual because it’s another year that I am unchurched. I was raised Catholic but joined an Episcopalian Church about 8 years ago. And then I left that church because the pastor started veering away from the “love your neighbor” message and aligned himself with the Church of Nigeria and … nope. I feel my unchurchedness strongly around Easter, but I never look for a church this time of year because I’d feel like a bandwagon fan.

ANYWAY, religious angst aside, I made these!

Nom.


The recipe is here and although reviewers felt it was too sweet it was A-OKAY for House Russell. I’d like to find a better chocolate substitute – one that doesn’t melt at the slightest touch.

On Saturday, Mom and I did our yearly Easter bread/ham pie baking:

And WM got a much-longed-for tattoo. He went to Deanna at DNA Tattooing in Williamstown, NJ.

I’ll put the picture of the finished product down a bit for people who are squeamish about shiny reddish newly-done-tattoo pics.

I’m currently suffering a janky left thumb/hand injury because I got sucked into I Love Hue for my phone. I guess was holding the phone too tightly when I was playing and when I touch my left thumb to my left palm, ouch. I’m self-medicating with Aleve and a thumb brace. Between that, other general aches and pains, and the fact that my jawline in photos is … softening … I feel 120 years old right now.

But I’m a 120-year-old who came in SECOND PLACE in her brother’s NCAA pool so huzzah! That’ll buy me some more peanut butter and an Icy Hot Smart Relief system…







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It’s a St. Brigid’s cross. She’s the patron saint of Blacksmiths and Midwives. And Ireland and scholars, which is why WM has always loved the symbol.

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. 🙂

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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.

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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.

Currently, mid-April edition

Eating pounds of Easter bread that I baked this weekend. I am just a load of carbs, and I didn’t even have any Easter candy.

Self-portrait, April 2017

Waiting for our grass out front to grow. We seeded it 10 hours ago and COME ON ALREADY! We probably have the worst lawn on the street if you don’t count the foreclosed house. It’s not our fault…there was decades of lawn neglect and we’re trying to reverse it. It’s just going to take a long time and a lot of

cleaning up. Weeding, getting rid of debris and branches from the tree next door that will likely collapse on our house within the next 10 years. But at least we’ll have a better-looking lawn.

Smiling because the Best Nephew in the World, who also happens to be my Favorite Kid turned 3 yesterday. He’s a lot of fun. We got him a cape from Creative Capes as one of his gifts and it made for dozens of cute photos.

It is an honor to be related to this cuteness!

Bleeding profusely because I used my new blades from Dollar Shave Club and they’re a bit sharper than what I’m used to. My in-demand O- lifeforce flows freely from my ravaged knees.

Wondering what to wear to the weddings I’m invited to this summer! My usual fashion adviser, Pinterest, is of no help to me.

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