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  Summer Internship

  06.05.09 | Permalink | 21 Comments

  I had an email from my cousin David last week. “The vegan one?” Dick asked. Yep the vegan one, also the cousin who introduced me to U2’s The Joshua Tree on a camping trip in 1989, back when we took cassette players on camping trips in the desert.
  I don’t see David often anymore, in fact [...]

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  Have we met before?

  09.06.08 | Permalink | 10 Comments

  When I was a little girl, I wanted to marry a good Mormon boy from a large Mormon family, and in the summers, we would flit from one large family reunion to another. Instead I got Dick, who, after surviving my dad’s family’s reunion, wanted to know whether family reunions were a common thing in [...]

• blogging, summer

  Unscheduled Blogging Break: the Good, the Bad, and the Still Dirty House

  08.19.08 | Permalink | 13 Comments

  I haven’t posted in nine days, which in blogging terms is closer to seventy-four years. Didn’t plan it, didn’t resurrect posts from my archive (most of which make internet bulimia look good). I don’t really know what happened, beyond your common-or-Dr. Seuss-variety slump.
  A few years ago, Angela from New York sent us the children’s book [...]

• marriage, summer

  For Nana and Grampa in Florida — Thanks for the dorky husband. Also, you’ll be glad to know your grandkids can swim

  07.14.08 | Permalink | 8 Comments

  For a few months after my sister’s husband left her, Dick and I were really nice to each other. I cooked his favorite meals (or at least I cooked: not sure if they were actually favorites). He started putting Spot to bed along with her sisters.
  Of course he does this completely wrong, letting Spot play [...]

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  Sugar and Sugar, and Everything Nice

  07.08.08 | Permalink | 10 Comments

  Last week Mary Poppins visited, and she brought a craft. I think she got the idea from church, where the nice ladies helped the kids make sugar cube temples. Families are big at the Mormon church. By big, I mean important, though often they are above-average-in-size, too.
  Dick and I were married in the Manti temple ten years ago, and the [...]

• summer

  “Bomb bomb bomb bomb bomb bomb bomb bomb. You gonna arrest me? Bomb bomb bomb bomb! During the war I was a BOMBadier!”

  07.07.08 | Permalink | 4 Comments

  Diet Coke and Mentos on the 4th of July from jane on Vimeo.
  My younger brother Ryan has been wanting to show us the beauty of a Diet Coke/Mentos bomb for some time now. What better day than the 4th of July? Notice Sally trying to save Spot.
  And that is not me screaming.

• summer

  The Magical Mystery Powers of Swimming Lessons

  07.01.08 | Permalink | 5 Comments

  It isn’t the swimming-learning, though that is coming right along. Sally jumped off the high dive and was queasy for a couple hours after a spectacular belly flop. (My description of “ballerina legs and toes” didn’t help). Spot blows bubbles and can travel along the wall and mostly pull herself out. Susan is a “Monkey, [...]

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