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Imagine this. A Weiner dog is skipping down the street in the late afternoon sun. His belly’s full. He’s holding his head high. Just as he’s passing a fenced-in yard, a hulk-like howl followed by an enormous set of gnashing teeth and the muscled body of a German Shepherd invades the… Continue

So what if I watch movies on my 13” laptop. It’s out of choice, you know, and preference. . . who am I kidding. I can’t STAND writing about HDTVs every day, especially when backlit LED-HDTVs show up on my “to write about at work” list. I used to leave work at work, but no more. It’s s… Continue

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Was having dinner with a few friends the other night when “social media” slipped into the conversation. Only social media, I’m learning, doesn’t quietly slip in to conversation. It leaps in with wild hair, flashing eyes, and many different costumes, like Facebook, Twitter, blogs… Continue

Decided to take a Reader’s Digest angle on my blog this week. Meaning kinda sappy, but I can be like that sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time. Anyway, get your kleenex and make yourself a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It's time to look on the bright side of hard times.

Recently, I’ve… Continue

I asked this question last night, while I was curled up on the couch with our black cat. My boyfriend started searing elk for a stew. At first it smelled delicious, but then the living room and kitchen slowly filled with cooking smoke. It wasn’t until I went to the basement that I re… Continue