Calling all dream interpreters. Can you make sense out of this one?

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I was in a school courtyard walking along a path with my dogs through the center of it.  I arrived at the exit, walking toward my car with my oldest dog by my… Continue reading

Bi-Polar Parenting

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This was my father in boxing wear (circa 1942)   This was my mother as a young woman (circa early 1930’s) ???  Ever feel like you’re locked in a room with Dorothy singing,… Continue reading

What do you think–Psychic or Psychotic (PICTURE ADDED)

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What do you think—psychic or psychotic?— Originally published April 1, 2013 Picture added so you can have an idea of how kind and caring he was as a father. It’s 2am again on… Continue reading

My Mother’s Cooking

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A whiff of homemade apples covered in a light crust, the aroma of cinnamon and sugar with a hint of lemon–these are the memories of mom’s home cooking. Maybe in your dreams, but… Continue reading

Why Is There A Roach In My Hair?

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I recently had the extreme pleasure of reading A Camping We Will Go on mentalmom02’s blog  My one complaint is that it woke memories that I would rather have left quietly gathering dust… Continue reading

Cuss-to-more Service

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A fractured and probably inaccurate history of Customer Service. If you lived through the polyester period, also known as the 1970’s, you remember the amazing new invention called the answerphone. Most people waited… Continue reading

Makes You Wonder

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I’m in no mood to be told that stereotyping is the antithesis of critical thinking. I already know that. The name of this blog is Two on a Rant and not Astoundingly Arrogant… Continue reading

Crappy Awards

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  Ever have one of those days where it would have been better just to sleep 24 hours and forget it happened? I’m better at writing things down than trying to talk. I’ll… Continue reading

And the Melting Chocolate Eyes Win…Again

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It’s 3am. I’ve just consulted with the sleep fairy called Ibuprofen. Why am I awake? The short answer is Errrrr Dog. The long answer: My legs were hanging over the side of the… Continue reading

Conversation with Dog

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    Norco-induced imagined conversation (Note from mom–I never, never want to take that stuff again!!!!  Unless I’m in unimaginable pain.) Vizsla mutt: Time to get out of the way. Mom is walking… Continue reading