Golddigger 101

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Monday, May 2, 2011

In which my sister is completely, totally right about child rearing and her boyfriend with the fifth-grade son is wrong, wrong, wrong

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My friend Anita always warned me never to say, "MY kid would never do something like that" because if I ever did have kids, they w...
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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

In which I get in touch with my inner manager for a change

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When Primo and I moved into our house, the basement-flooding, heat-losing, 1928 brick moneypit that we call home, we needed a fair amount of...
Friday, April 22, 2011

In which someone is having a romantic evening in Rome but it's sure not my friend Lenore or me

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The summer after I graduated from business school, instead of doing the smart, practical thing and getting a job, I, fed up, fed UP I tell y...
Sunday, April 17, 2011

In which I gasp in horror and astonishment as a co-worker uses a word he thinks he made up but is a real word not used in polite conversation

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For a while, I worked in let's say Omaha at one of my company's factories there. I was there only for six months and then was suppos...
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

In which Primo reads this blog for the first time in a good long time

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Primo: I thought your [double secret probation] blog was supposed to be about me. Me: It is, mostly. But I have run out of material [which i...
Friday, April 1, 2011

In which I have a one-night stand with a guy in grad school and then I meet his girlfriend

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Yes. Sleazy, sleazy, sleazy. Don't hate me. I am ashamed of what I did and have reformed. I do not sleep with anyone else's boyfrien...

In which I eat the Good Chocolate and then have to go all over San Diego to replace it

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I'm running out of drama, or at least I am running out of drama inflicted on me by other people. What remains is the drama I have inflic...
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

In which I work for a grad school professor and develop a crush on him and then he goes all crazy on me so we never talk again

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During and after grad school, I worked for a professor, Marvin, who was just the cutest, funniest thing in the world. I did odds and ends fo...
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Saturday, February 26, 2011

In which I get to speak French and show off

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I had this boyfriend, Trace, whose brother and sister in law lived in the Florida Keys. Trace was great. He is not one of the Bad Boyfriends...
Friday, February 18, 2011

In which I have my first French kiss and am thoroughly disgusted

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My first kiss was when I was 12 with the guy who lived on the farm next to the cemetery and three blocks from my grandmother's house. Bu...
Monday, February 14, 2011

In which I find myself an older man as a high-school boyfriend but he dumps me right before the prom

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Perhaps "older man" is not the proper term to use, as Ken was only two years older than I was. But in high school? That two years ...
Wednesday, February 9, 2011

In which I humiliate myself with my exercise class instructor

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After I broke up with a perfectly nice boyfriend of several years - it's hard when you love someone but know you can never live together...