Golddigger 101

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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

In which my cleaning lady uses a vegetable brush to scrub my toilet and the mystery of my frequent illness might have been solved

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I know it seems like a rich lady, first world problem to complain about How Hard It Is To Find Good Help These Days, but that's not goin...
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Thursday, June 30, 2011

In which the cute English grad student/track coach kisses me and I leave because I am so shocked, then never get a second chance for another kiss

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Sometimes, it's not so smart to google old boyfriends or men you thought were cute but way out of reach but who then kissed you anyhow a...
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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

In which I find out that the guy who visited me in Miami had a crush on me but I didn't have a clue but maybe our mutual friend was imagining things

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When I got back to the US after my stint as a Peace Corps volunteer in Chile ("Peace Corps lite," we called it because we were in ...
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

In which I make a severe miscalculation about my bladder capacity on the Bus to Cartagena (OK, not Cartagena but still to a place in Latin America)

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Have I told you guys about the time I made the Mexican bus driver stop so I could run into the bushes and pee? No. I haven't. Because I...
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Thursday, June 9, 2011

In which the cute guy in my Portuguese class turns out to have sweaty hands and poof my crush is killed

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When I lived in Miami, I didn't have a TV, so I needed things to do in the few short hours when I was not at work in the salt mines know...
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Thursday, June 2, 2011

In which I have to hear my friend Janelle getting busy

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Have I ever told you guys why I hate skiing? Other than the obvious - that it is 1. an expensive sport where you 2. have to wear clothes tha...
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Sunday, May 22, 2011

In which I wear a teddy, high heels, pantyhose and a coat to pick Primo up from the airport and nothing else

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It's a good thing I didn't have a flat tire is all I can think of now. Or that my radiator didn't blow up, which it had done bef...
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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

In which the scent finally leaves my dad's clothes

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For years after my dad died (in 1997), I had this dream where I would hear his voice calling me from the kitchen. It was the kitchen in my p...
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Saturday, May 14, 2011

In which I get to walk out of a living slam book session in a snit

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After I had been a Peace Corps volunteer for a year, the director of my agency, Pilar, said we were going to do a review of the previous yea...