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The Following Blog Post is Clothing Optional

In which I have my first experience with nudists and meet my future husband.

In last week’s post, I mentioned my college journal and how I failed at recording true events. One blogger commented — Claudette from To Search and To Find — that I should fill in the blanks naked now and not bother with the facts.

I like the way she thinks.

About the same time, Husband sent me a link for a nude restaurant in London.

No, we’re not planning a trip to London. I think he just likes to keep our options open.

This is a long way of explaining why I suddenly remembered an event from my college days – a factual event – worthy of a journal entry if ever there was one. What follows is that event.

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Hey, At Least I Don’t Collect Navel Lint

Table full of cookbooks Remember my vow to pare down this cookbook collection of mine? The one I thought was out of control?

I learned something recently. Actually, I learned three things:

I lack the necessary focus to stay on any cleaning project for longer than 1 week. Oh heck, even a day is pushing it.
I lack the necessary focus to be a real collector.
Real collectors are weird. Like, really, really weird.

Do a little Google search on weird collections and you’ll find some pretty kooky stuff. Like this: Continue reading “Hey, At Least I Don’t Collect Navel Lint”

Food, Glorious Food, and the Time I Couldn’t Eat

Do any of you listen to podcasts? I didn’t until recently and wow, I had no idea what I was missing.

My current obsession is Radiolab, from WNYC. If you enjoy learning, just for the sheer joy of learning, check them out.

food Recently I listened to their episode on the gut. They interviewed Jon Reiner, a James Beard award-winning food writer who wrote The Man Who Couldn’t Eat. In the interview, he recounted the time he was being fed intravenously.

As I was listening, as he described the time he plunged his hands into a chocolate cake because if he couldn’t eat it, he was darn well going to find a way to experience it, I thought, “Holy crap! THIS IS ME!” Continue reading “Food, Glorious Food, and the Time I Couldn’t Eat”

How to be an Effective Office Employee … So I Don’t Kill You

Hey gang, guess what I found out this week? I’m what is commonly referred to as an Office Manager. Imagine that!

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Seriously, I didn’t know. I mean, I kind of just drifted into this position, so I didn’t think about what it entailed. Anyway, I work in an office with about … Well, let’s see … How many employees? … One, two, three … there’s another around the corner … can’t forget the one up there … Oh hell. I don’t know. They all seem to be doing their job well enough, so I’m not going to worry about it.

But it occurred to me that at some point, one of them might leave and then we’d have an opening. If that should happen, and if one of you should apply for the position — obviously I’d give my dedicated readers first crack at it.

After all, if you are the fine, intelligent readers I take you to be, I have no doubt you can handle any job duty thrown at you. So these tips will give you an inside track on how to stay on my good side, once you get the job. You’re welcome.

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How to Be a Memorable Person — Part One

I’m willing to bet most of us have experienced this: At a certain age (and I think this is especially true for women), you become invisible. Department store clerks ignore you. Receptionists don’t see you standing two feet in front of them. Teenagers look right past you. (Actually, this last one is pretty much universal. Teenagers look past everyone.)

I like to think we run a multi-service blog here at Feeding on Folly, so I have devised a simple plan to help you out. Follow these steps and you will never be forgotten again. Continue reading “How to Be a Memorable Person — Part One”

She’s Leaving On a Jet Plane

Daughter left Monday for a Study Abroad trip to Prague. I’m excited for her, but also terrified out of my mind and wondering how in the world this ever came to be.

Let’s see … think back … it all began … Continue reading “She’s Leaving On a Jet Plane”

How to Survive a Home Invasion — According to a Nine-Year-Old

Back when I was 9 years old, I devised a foolproof survival plan in the event of a home invasion. It was a masterpiece. It took into account every eventuality.

No kidding.

Mind you, my neighborhood was not an especially dangerous one. It’s not like there were reports of these things happening to our friends or relatives. To my knowledge there hadn’t been so much as a bike stolen off a porch, so I’m not sure why I thought there was a need for a plan. Maybe I saw something in a movie or TV show? In any case, if it ever did happen to us, I was prepared.

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Give Us This Day Our Blessed Bread

The morning after Easter, I entered our kitchen and saw an unusually shaped loaf of bread on the counter. It was a cylinder, as many bread machine loaves are, but it clearly was not from a bread machine. This loaf was soft and delicate, and I’ve never met a bread machine that could accomplish that. Plus, it didn’t have the telltale hole in its bottom, where the dough hooks would have been.

Later in the day, I learned from Son that it was a gift from friends of ours. It was Blessed Bread. A priest had blessed it.

Son proceeded to tell me the guidelines, as they were told to him.

Basically, under no circumstance can we throw it out. We can give it away, offer it to a friend, a neighbor, a passerby on the street, but we cannot toss it. Not any portion of it. We can’t use half the loaf and toss the rest. In other words, under no circumstance should any portion of the bread be wasted.

My first reaction was deep, deep concern. Followed closely by panic. Continue reading “Give Us This Day Our Blessed Bread”