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Monday, February 26, 2007

On Being the Mom of People Whom I've Never Even Met and Who At Least Resemble Grown-ups

So I'm walking into the local university library, off to sort-of pirate their computer resources by checking my emails despite my non-student status, when one of the two non-handicapped young men entering just ahead of me presses the handicap button to open the door automatically. He's taller than I am, big and buff, with stubble, and I get this instant urge to say something to him beginning with "Son . . ."

My, but I'm getting old.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Mine is 8.

This makes me feel bad about eating those delicious chemical-y lemon cookies that you can get in the store for about a dollar per package.

www.earthday.net/footprint/

However, it also makes me feel good about being too poor to afford a car.

Yay!

Monday, February 05, 2007

Signs

So where I live, there's a hospital. More than one, in fact, but this one is called

Lovelace
Medical
Center.

And I don't know if it's by accident or on purpose, because of impending Valentine's Day or simply the awesomest prankery ever, but the sign on the north side of the building now reads:

Love
Me

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