Sometimes I Miss The Baby Days

No, I didn’t take this. It was probably my mom or dad. And no, it’s not me. It’s my sister, Lisa. Really reminds me a lot of my nephew Dash, though, so thought i would post it for her. Also, see that jacket? I am such a packrat that I kept it and Rollie and […]

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SisterSpeak

Because I was picking cotton today, I was reminded that my sister and I have our own language. As our friend Harris famously once said, “You guys are freakishly close.” How well do you know me and Leelee? Do you know the meaning of these words and phrases? Waggy Butt whermp salmon cotton catface strap […]

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Even 34 years ago . . .

I was still there for my little sis. You know, to help her open those gifts. Now I drink the wine with her, and maybe borrow stuff she gets. That’s how I roll. Look at us, back in ’75! Leelee, I am sure that if we diet enough, we can wear these outfits again, and […]

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For Anyone Who Birthed Dash

So, today, Dogwood Girl is going to be all about Dash. Dash is my nephew. He is really cute. I put together a gallery of shots from this morning. He has a monkey on his pjs, holding a banana. You cannot resist the cuteness. I got up with him at 6:45, but as you can […]

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Torn and Shattered

So, this is going to be a big ole diarrhea of the mouth, pity party of a post. Our world is fucked. The automobile and the plane have made it possible to stray so far from home that we never go back. Modern medicine has made it so that we live forever, eternally burdening our […]

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Home Sweet Home

Thank God. We are home as of about an hour ago. I feel like I am on tour with Allman Brothers in the 70′s or something. “On the Road Again” has been stuck in my head for days. I put over 700 miles on the car this week. Went down to meet mom and Dad […]

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Another Cecil Update

This just in from my sister: “Just talked to Cecil on the phone. He said, “My nurse is a Porto Rican” (said just like that). ..in front of the nurse who I heard say “Phillipino” and then Dad says “Oh, he’s a Phillipino MALE nurse”. Because men can’t be nurses. Glad to know Big C […]

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