| November 17, 2009, 9:56 am Misadventures with Candida Wakefield (NOV 09) |
 Fuzzy thoughts from a Brain on Percocet
Why the beginning of my most recent story is yet another walkabout, I cannot for the life of me tell you. But that is where my poor fuzzy brain wishes to start, so there we shall begin.
One would think that after 40 years of owning animals and 14 years of being a veterinarian, there may be a small amount of animal logic hidden somewhere in me, but apparently that is not the case. Certainly it was not the other week when I felt sorry for my poor ponies. “Poor ponies,” said I, as I ... |
continue reading 32 comments November 16, 2009, 2:32 pm You always remember your first time! |
 You always remember your first time!
If you are like me, you attach voices and expressions to people here on NM as you read their posts. You hear the way they laugh, see them smile and try to imagine how it would be if you actually got to meet them. What would they really be like? Would your imaginings be true, or so far off that you wouldn’t recognize them even if they looked exactly like their picture.
Yesterday was my chance to meet someone whom we all know and admire from our “family”. I got to meet “Granny”. There was absolutely ... |
continue reading 54 comments November 15, 2009, 4:57 am A couple of Thanksgiving suggestions from Gouldthorp |
 My own experience (as well as that of many of my friends and family) has been a tendency to overindulge at this time of year and the internal conversation with ourselves goes something like, “Well, it’s the holidays; there’ll be parties and get-togethers; I don’t want to offend anyone by not eating what they made for the party; I’ll only have one bite of everything; anyway it’s only six weeks until the New Year and then I’ll start a diet as one of my New Year’s resolutions.”
Been there, done that, right? Well, the week after Thanksgiving last year, someone broke ... |
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updated Nov 10, 2009, 12:10 pm SERVING up a SMILE: 11/10/09, Unpack Your Bags |
Pictured above, a suitcase full of photos of me, early on in my journey.
It has been a full week since I returned from my visit to Brooklyn and there it sits, like a lump, in the middle of my bedroom floor: my suitcase. Sure, when I returned last week, I pulled out all of the dirties and threw them into the wash. Then I set the bag onto the floor. I fully intended to unpack it.
For a couple of days I pulled clothing out of it: a clean shirt, a hardly-worn pair of corduroys. Though it was only ... |
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