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Category Archives: holidays
Faces of three
Today the Mouser turns three. He loves to make faces. He laughs long and hard over the stumbles and tumbles of others on America’s Funniest Videos. He wants to grow up to be Lightning McQueen. He participates in our games, … Continue reading
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Posted in grandchildren, holidays
Tagged birthdays
Same-o, same-o
Tied in knot’s as usual. We welcomed in the New Year last night — just like we like. Alone (except for Bruce, Hot Wheelz’ dog), falling asleep to a movie. And they say we’re too old to celebrate. “Hi, Yaya,” … Continue reading
Posted in grandchildren, holidays
Full Christmas
Hollowhead, a.k.a. Holly, my sister, and I baked. And baked. And baked. Including a wedding cake for my niece Madi. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to try a new recipe, but they requested a vanilla cake. I placed the … Continue reading
Les Mess
Back by (un)popular demand, To fight Chanukah and Christmas stress The Wheeler-Orland household releases Their 2012 holiday sonnet, “Les Mess.” “At the End of the Day” before Santa arrived “I Dreamed a Dream” my house was all aglow “Lovely Ladies” … Continue reading
NutriSystem, my foot
Last night my friend Sue Trueblue, two of her daughters, and I went on an adventure to the Pantages Theater to see the Donny and Marie Christmas production. The thirty mile, two hour drive in rush hour traffic into Los … Continue reading
Posted in entertainment, friends, holidays
Tagged Christmas, Osmonds
Rooster of lost causes
“She’s a special spirit,” my mom had said shortly after the birth of Coco. She was quiet and slept through the night by the time she was two weeks old. Her alabaster sweetheart-shaped face framed by her thick dark straight … Continue reading
Turkey trot relay
The flock of birds circled overhead. A bushy tailed squirrel ran across the power lines. Neither Hot Wheelz or I said a word to each other. We pulled into the GAP’s driveway at exactly 6:30 a.m. She met us at … Continue reading
Posted in children, holidays, sports
Tagged Jennifer, Thanksgiving
What to look for in a husband
Today is Couponman’s birthday. He’s not a snazzy dresser. When we married years ago, my daughters hid his polyester golf pants from him. He doesn’t have a six-pack (unless he found it in the bargain bin). He’s not rolling in … Continue reading
Fat Monday
Couponman loves his country. Couponman loves to eat. Couponman loves to get things for free. So it should come as no surprise that Couponman loves Veteran’s Day. (On this day, the grandkids and I are a distant second.) He’d done … Continue reading
Posted in holidays
Tagged Veteran's Day
Scary, scary night
“You look good,” said my friend at work. “I like your hairstyle.” All that mattered was that the friend was a “he.” Gals tell you, but it’s never quite the same. “Well, there’s a story in it,” I confessed. My … Continue reading
