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The sound of my family giggling in the next room, of little girl belly-laughs that erupt into shrieks and squeals of delight, of the whispering speed with which her youth passes before me, around me, through my fingers: an intoxicating flame. And I: a lowly moth. tweetmeme_style = ‘compact’;tweetmeme_url=’http://othersuch.net/2011/01/31/them-me-we/’; Exhibit A: ran 2.1 miles before the sun came up this morning. Outside. Forty degrees. Exhibit B: chose to spend the bulk of this day in a hotel conference room, listening/watching/daydreaming-around a continuing legal education program on wills and estates. Exhibit C: delighted that the course materials include an abundance . . . → Read More: With Regard to My Competency, Five Exhibits for Your Consideration Most-used appliance in The Other Such Kitchen? Refrigerator. Second most-used appliance? Mr. Coffee, the friendly little fella who brews my daily espresso. Everyone wave hello to Mr. Coffee!! Better yet: blow him a kiss! Today I bestow upon you this gift: the recipe for the OSK iced caramel macchiato, the primary . . . → Read More: OSK – Iced Caramel Macchiato There was something new going down in The Other Such Kitchen yesterday. Namely: Me. Creating a recipe from scratch. Without the assistance of The Husband (who heretofore-and-other-legalese-sounding-disclaimers has been the chief chef). And? I ROCKED IT. Yes, I did. The Husband raved, which is like the greatest stamp . . . → Read More: OSK – Roasted Chipotle Chicken Strips Missions #1 and #2 from The Backsplash:
Really don’t want to disappoint The Backsplash, it being the manifestation of one of The Voices and all. Besides, at the first of the year the jeans were really talking some trash, so along with doubling the amount of . . . → Read More: Backsplash Said What? Sisterhood, I expect that as my friend you are going to hold me accountable in a few areas. So that there is no misunderstanding later about what I am asking of you, maybe it’s a good idea to clearly set out my expectations. I don’t want to overwhelm you, though, so let’s start . . . → Read More: I Need Pants That Judge Me In preparation for a road trip today, The Husband has been telling me of several different routes, explaining the virtues of various “shortcuts” through the Texas countryside. I lack enthusiasm for these shortcuts, experiencing as I have the importance of every single FM and CR connection along the way. Miss one of those and . . . → Read More: The Right Hand Has No Idea Where The Left Hand Is Going On more than one occasion The Husband has told me that in order to understand what I’ve written on the blog or in a column, he has to read it like this: Read first paragraph. Shake head to clear debris. Re-read first paragraph, slower. Shake head again. Re-read . . . → Read More: That Time I Tried To Speak Man-glish (click on image of column for a larger, slightly-more-readable version) And tomorrow: a translation. Of that column. For The Husband and his head-scratching friends. After I’m done scratching my head at their head scratching. tweetmeme_style . . . → Read More: “Other Such: Shelbyville” Rerun (OS:S in the E-T on the 1/2) Today we took down the garland and packed up the tree. Now, before moving non-holiday decorations back into their places, we are observing a moment of silence for the sad, empty corner where our Most Favoritist Tree Ever stood.
And we’re waiting for creative suggestions from Mrs. . . . → Read More: A Moment of Silence for The Corner That Held The Tree |
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