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Butt-kicking for Beginners
We’ve all had the feeling where we’ve wanted to inject ourselves into a movie, to be the character in it, to live like they do....
Cringeworthy, embarrassing tales.
We’ve all had the feeling where we’ve wanted to inject ourselves into a movie, to be the character in it, to live like they do....
You know those times when you think you’ve planned ahead, but actually haven’t? Like, at say, ten o’clock at night when you finally dig out...
My mom used to tell me (when I needed it, I’m sure) “If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” Sometimes...
The “Earthquake Preparedness” list has been sitting on the counter for quite some time. Years, maybe. Ages ago we did a half-assed job at chucking...
My dad had three rules for me, which he imparted on my fifteenth birthday. No Motorcycles. No LSD. And something else, which I must have...
I haven’t been writing the blog lately because the world has been getting me down. You too? Yeah, I thought so. I didn’t want to...
Not my room. Actually worse than my room, but not by much. And is that a finger chair? What is that? Anyway… When people come...
Getting older. It seems like there should be some sort of magical thing that happens to you when you have a birthday. Like, a fairy...
Sigh. One more day of Black History month, and here we have Mrs. Devos making an arse of herself. Again. I’ll paraphrase… “Historically Black Colleges...
I go to kids’ movies to cry. There, I’ve said it, it’s out. My kids think I am the most sensitive person on the planet....
I call the blog “The Obtuse Angle” because I love the word “obtuse” and I like to poke fun at myself, even if I’m anything but simple. It’s my angle, a way for me to bring levity to the world. The blog is like traveling to the basement of my brain––the messy place, for less-polished, off-the-cuff musings.
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