MRSP

So my dog has M.R.S.A Actually she has the doggy equivalent of it meticillin resistant Staphylococcus pseudintermedius please read up on it from an actual expert and don’t just go with what I say. Below is a link to a PDF that is pretty comprehensive and balanced in its presentation of what M.R.S.P. is and does. https://www.wormsandgermsblog.com/files/2008/04/JSW-MA3-MRSP-Owner1.pdf A couple of months ago Daisy started having a very sudden interest in her butt. Like most dogs she would occasionally lick her butt but in general this hadn’t been a thing. Suddenly it was a thing. She’d be lying asleep on the[…]

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I Didn’t have a name for it (Part 4)

Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 Let me backup a second… By the time the discussion of opening our marriage reached the point where both of us would be okay with it we had picked up and moved across country with enough money to get an apartment and sustain ourselves for a little bit while we both got jobs. Neither one of us are slouches in the getting jobs department so we were both gainfully employed within a month of moving. Oregon isn’t like the Midwest. Culturally Oregon is a lot more progressive, especially in Portland where we[…]

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I Didn’t have a name for it (Part 3)

Read Part 1 and Part 2 You never know what you believe until you start questioning everything. So Open Marriage… When I came across this concept, it kind of blew my mind. I mean, cheating on my husband seemed anathema to me. I was quickly educated that Open Marriages were not about cheating they were about communication. Everyone involved knew what was going on and agreed to the rules and activities. There were various levels of openness. Some couples just wanted to be able to casually date outside of the marriage. Some had regular lovers. In some marriages one spouse[…]

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How Dad met Carol

I have a Mom and a Jack and a Dad and a Carol. My parents divorced when I was nine so the majority of my really self aware years were spent shuttling between two different households. I lived with my Mom most of the time and saw my Dad every other weekend. When my parents first divorced my Dad moved back in with his parents. This story is a little hazy because I was nine and let’s face it until something directly affects them most nine year olds don’t really pay attention. Gramma and Grampa lived in a nice trailer[…]

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Do Not Like

I feel bad. I do not like the nurse that our company has come in once a week for everyone. I can’t put my finger on why. I’ve never had a bad interaction with her. She is knowledgeable, happy and polite. She gets along with everyone which means the guys from the plant actually come in and check in with her for health related things they used to let go. Go go preventative medicine! But barring all that I just don’t like her. I haven’t sat down to talk to her. Our interactions are just brief hellos and me signing[…]

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I Didn’t have a name for it (Part 2)

Read Part 1 I Blame the Internet. My husband and I left Virginia Beach and all of the emotional chaos that had ensued from my attempt to change my sexuality via prayer and pseudo-psychology. We also purchased our first computer that could connect to the internet at the same time. This was the time of dial up and AOL’s ascendance. For a lot of people myself included AOL was our on ramp to the internet. I was not then nor am I now a technophobe but I have a studied disinterest in the technomagery that is the underlying code of[…]

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Post Frequency

Okay so after 62 days in a row of posting I’m going to have to pull back a on the reigns a little bit.  Like I said yesterday the pieces I am now writing are taking me longer than a day to finish.  Mostly because I only have so much free time during the week to write.  Weekends also have priorities that override spending more than a couple of hours writing.  Darn that whole loving and being engaged with my family thing. So I call Format Change! Here is how this will work.  During the week, Monday thru Friday, I[…]

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little vs long

I am discovering that most of the stories I want to tell are longer than I have time to write in one day. This is conflicting greatly with my desire to post something every day. So I either need to break up the stories into sections, which I’ve done for a couple of posts, or I need to figure out how to be more concise. I am not a concise person when it comes to writing stories. So what to do? Abandon my posting every day? Increase  my time writing? Unfortunately I don’t have a ton of more time in[…]

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Uncomfortable

Being made uncomfortable is never fun. But sometimes it is necessary to place myself in the way of ideas or concepts that make me uncomfortable in order to grow my spirit. I enjoy writing my stories about things that have happened to me. I hope others find them interesting and funny too but they do not make me particularly uncomfortable to write. There is no real ‘stretch and grow’ emotionally for me when I write them. Sure they do provide me with the technical practice of writing a piece start to finish but my inner self isn’t challenged or made[…]

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What does it mean to be a responsible gun owner

I’ve really struggled with writing about this subject. I am a dyed in the wool Gay, Liberal, Atheist, Tree Hugger. And I own guns. Yes multiple guns. Also, I own a lot of ammo for said guns because a gun without ammo is just a club. After each school shooting I’ve listened to debates pro and con about gun control. I have to say that I’d become a little numb to the news of it. Then this shooting happened. It shouldn’t have been different but this time the victims were able to articulate their views and feelings in a way[…]

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