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A Thanksgiving miracle
A Thanksgiving miracle Originally uploaded by TemerityJane And lo, as tradition dictated, the Thanksgiving bingo of the Phil Family Clan was played. The Gods of Turkey smiled on your hero this day, blessing her with the rarest of beasts – The Perfect Game.

Knock Off Christmas
As many of you know, I stand firmly against paying full price, as a general rule. Basically, my take on it is… why should I? So, the other day, Phil entertained my sale and clearance shopping needs by stopping into a store I’d never been in before: Beale’s. In case you have one near you, I’ve put together a helpful list of some products you might want to hone in on for all your discount gift giving needs:

Bad words.
I just feel like this needs to be said today: Words I Hate, a list, by TJ 1. Goodies. As in, “We will be handing out plenty of goodies,” or “What kind of goodies did you get?” Hated even more when used in a singular form: “Please bring a goody to share.” God. Never have I felt more awkward than the two total occasions I have attempted to use the word “goodies” seriously. I also get REALLY embarrassed when I hear people talking about handing out “goodies.” 2. Blouse. What am I, 75? I wear shirts, tops, and/or shirts or tops with buttons. I have

Appreciating the sting even when it is directed at you and it kind of hurts but is totally overwhelm
So, I know that no one really likes to be made fun of. However, I am sure we all participate, on some level, in busting on the people we care about for sport and entertainment. In return, I am sure we all take our fair share of pokes back. (Oh, by the way? When I say things like “I’m sure that we all…,” I’m pretty much deaf to people coming along and saying that they’re completely different from the sweeping generalization that I’ve made. It’s a problem, I know, and I totally intend on having it checked out when convenient and selective deafness stops being so beneficial to me.) Anyway, as I was saying, we all know th

Stand back, they’re going to flail.
So today, going by some of the advice in my last post, Phil and I decided to take Brinkley out to the park at the end of the block and make him run in circles until he hated us, but was also too exhausted to express his hatred through destruction of my belongings. Unfortunately, it was the most poorly timed walk in the history of the world, as not only were two guys on huge mowers tearing across the grass all willy nilly with no thought for what was sure to be an inevitable collision and flying limbs, but also, school had just let out, apparently, and hordes upon hordes of kids were streaming across the park. At least, as we ap