Category: My Darling B
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Growing Power
Yesterday we all piled into the car and drove to McGovern Park, a north Milwaukee neighborhood near Glendale, where we visited Growing Power, an urban farm. Right in the middle of an urban neighborhood, with houses and apartment blocks all around, these guys were growing veggies and raising fish, chickens, goats and turkeys, and selling Read.
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Sean’s Curse
Sean’s flight from Denver to Minneapolis-Saint Paul was delayed, as if that surprised any of us. Practically every trip he makes to our neck of the woods starts with a telephone call from Denver International Airport that begins, “My flight’s been delayed …” “I’m never flying anywhere with that boy,” My Darling B declared as Read.
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Due Diligence
It’s easier to find an image of a dandelion on the internet … no, wait: It’s easier to find more than 2,010,000 images of a dandelion on the internet than it is to answer this question: Do I have to declare my military pension when filing for my unemployment benefits? I know, because I’ve spent Read.
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Let The Unemployment Begin!
Let the four-day weekend begin! Oh, wait … I’m unemployed, so it’s really more like an indefinite weekend. Well, whatever. I applied for unemployment first thing yesterday morning … or rather, it was first thing after doinking around on the internet for an hour, because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it until Read.
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Down In Flames
Just as I was sitting down to lunch, the phone rang and I picked it up without screening it first. I’ve got to stop doing that. Wasn’t thinking this time. I was half daydreaming, my mind long-lost in the days when a ringing phone meant that somebody you knew was calling. Remember when? Actually, I Read.
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Laundry List
Well, here it is, my first day home after the termination of my position at the office. The whole day’s my own, yet somehow I have a whole week’s worth of work to do. Funny how that happens. “I wish I could pay you to stay at home and be my house husband,” My Darling Read.
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Dear Donkey
Dear Democratic National Committee: You’re pissing off the independent voters with your telemarketing script. Two of them, anyway. Mister McChuckletrousers called Our Humble O’Bode on behalf of the Democratic National Committee this afternoon and My Darling B picked up the phone on the second ring instead of screening the call as we normally do. We Read.
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tart
On Father’s Day I get to do whatever the hell I want to do, and what I’ve wanted to do all morning is sit in front of my computer monitor in my underwear reading goofy shit off the interwebs. Here’s the first thing that made me laugh out loud: It’s a Star Wars joke, which, Read.
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soggy
We ate hamburgers in the rain! We went to this year’s Burgers & Brew even though it was pouring rain outside! Pouring! And so did a couple hundred other people! We all ate burgers in the pouring rain! Cats and dogs pouring! Totally crazy pouring rain! Quite a few people had umbrellas, and isn’t it Read.
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tickets
This is where it all starts: People waiting in line (in this case, at Star Liquor on Willy Street) to buy their tickets to The Great Taste of the Midwest, which is quickly becoming the biggest celebration of craft beer in the nation, to say nothing of it being the most sought-after ticket in town. Read.
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