Now from that title, you’re expecting some more heavy-duty stuff, right? HA! SUCKAS! No. Saturday was the official opening of the Stepford pool. During this annual event, I got a little nostalgic about Stepford. Wait…can I be nostalgic if we’re still here? Crap. I dunno.
I’m wondering if you guys do this thing when you’re moving [...]

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…where you’re ticking along feeling pretty freaking good about yourself, your life, everything around you, and then WHAM-O, Fate/God/Karma/whatever steps in to deliver a suckerpunch that drops you on your butt and then after that kicks you a little while you’re down? Ever had one of those days?
Today was one of those for me.  There [...]

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…’cause a Stepford party don’t stop.
Ah, my loverlies…the fun never ends in Stepford. There is *always a sales party to attend. Always. My Pampered Chef party was supposed to be on Friday, but…well…yeah. Things happen. So, we sort of bagged that plan and went out and had Mexican food instead. Probably not so good for [...]

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So, tonight I was going to make Missy’s Creamy Chicken Bake. Then I realized that we were missing a couple of ingredients. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, except that I had agreed to attend a Princess House party…which I’d completely forgotten until pretty late in the day.
I’d have sworn we had garlic and [...]

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So, today is the day of the Pampered Chef party. Woo. I’m very excited about it since it means real, live grownups in a face to face situation which is always a chance for me to test my social and comedic skills. Neither of which get a lot of practice since my kids don’t appreciate [...]

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…into Stepford. I’ve agreed to co-host a Pampered Chef party which, as far as I can tell, involves bringing some paper plates and a veggie tray. (I’m not complaining here, I promise.) So, in the interest of being a good Pampered Chef hostess (and maybe scoring some free stuff), I’m going to pimp this mutha [...]

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I’m a city girl at heart. If I could afford to live downtown in a renovated warehouse loft, I would. Okay, so living someplace like that with Bill and three kids would be…not that great, but I’m trying to make a point here.
I prefer funky and hip and urban living conditions. I want to be [...]

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I suffer from a serious inability to overcome stationary inertia when it comes to having a social life. I live in a neighborhood filled with friendly and cool people. How many of them do I actually know? Two. No, seriously. Two.
Why? Because making friends with anyone would require that I get up and leave the [...]

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Somehow, living in Stepford has started to warp me. I’m actually doing neighborhood crap and enjoying it! For those of you who don’t know, I’m a skosh anti-social. Not in the classic sense of the word, I guess. I don’t have anti-social tendencies or anything. (Well, not many. :grin:) But I just don’t have much [...]

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