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Cowboy Poetry.

D.W., training his little heart out in Arizona, was told yesterday none of the guys would be allowed to leave the state for Thanksgiving.

Welcome to the Army.

So as of about 20 minutes ago, I’m going to take my thankful self out to him. I can’t let my husband sit in his room on the fort all by his lonesome, now can I? Hell no, I cannot. It means we’ll be having Chinese food instead of turkey and potatoes, but that’ll be part of the fun. I’m looking forward to seeing him while not in a hospital gown, but I’m also … Read entire post

“Say You’re Pretty. Say It, Lizzie!”

It’s strange when what seems like a dubious, extraneous product makes total and perfect sense in your life. I’m thinking of grammas who definitely use those extended metal pincher contraptions to reach chips on their high pantry shelves, or the people who really do serve tea on a regular basis and actually need a tiered tray for cookies and sandwiches.

Me, I have realized that the new instant coffee that Starbucks has unrolled is totally useful in my life. When I first saw it advertised, I was like, “Oh, brother. They’ll try anything. Why would anyone buy instant coffee in this … Read entire post

Essentials.

Art/Life Project No. 1 is teaching me valuable lessons about clothing.

Now, I’m a fan of fashion. I don’t think you could call me a clotheshorse (and would prefer you didn’t because when you think about it, it’s hardly an attractive name to call someone, especially a girl) but it’s certainly true that I like clothes and have plenty of them.

When I began the project, I took an entire afternoon to separate my clothing into colors and place them in separate bins in my closet. This served several purposes. It showed me what I had already for each color, (yellow: nothing, … Read entire post

The Nugg.

The show that I’m in, in case you didn’t know, changes every week. We write and perform 30 plays in 60 minutes and every week, we roll a die onstage on Friday and again on Sunday. We add up the numbers we roll and that’s how many plays we cut out of the show that week and that’s how many new plays we write and rehearse for next week’s show. So it’s a constantly evolving show, a constantly changing late-night extravaganza.

I’m sure there are mathematical statistics that would explain this, but we always seem to roll either a 7, 8, … Read entire post

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