Displaced. Dysfunctional. Discombobulated.
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We had a bit of a trauma this week.
It all started with the door I had installed between the dining room and the garage this summer to replace that tacky storm door the builder installed 50 years ago. The new steel door has a doorknob lock — key lock on the garage side and tab [...]
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I bought the cats a feeder that auto-feeds them 1/2 cup twice a day at selected times. Actually, I could change the amount dispensed, can set it to dispense one to three times a day, and can set the times of day it should dispense.
However, the dog was way more fascinated by the new gadget [...]
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My life definitely seems to be in flux this year. Lots of big changes.
Everyone in my house is on a diet. Well, o.k. the cats are on weight loss maintenance since they achieved their weight loss goals last year. However, Pugly was told by the vet that he has to lose 4 lbs — 1/6th [...]
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Every morning, Needy and Pugly keep me company while I get ready for work.
Pugly always looks so forlorn about the whole thing too. He seems far more upset about my having to go to work than I am and I really would rather stay home and play puppy games.
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Last night I got out of bed and made the long, treacherous journey downstairs to the bathroom. This is not an uncommon event. Yet, for some reason as I was sitting there, I looked up and there were two cats and a Pug crowded into the doorway peering at me with concern [...]
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For about a year, Aloof, the mean ole cat of the house, and I have been embroiled in an embittered battle of wills.
The vet told me that both cats needed to lose about 2 lbs. and instructed me to feed them 1/3 cup of kibble twice a day or one 3oz can of cat [...]
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Thirteen Things about J. Lynne
I lived 23 of my 36 breathing years in New Orleans, but not consecutively; one period for 12 years and one for 11 years.
Coincidentally the reason I moved to New Orleans in 1993 and the reason I moved away in 2004 were the same — unemployment; despite being told by [...]
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What: The discombobulated inner-monologue of a single, thirty-something, displaced Southerner in small town New England.
Where: Maine
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