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Fashion platform: Ugg-ly fads should end

Thursday, August 11, 2005

I have a limited fashion sense due to one minor detail: I’m not six-foot-nine and the weight of a Q-tip.

Making memories at your family reunion

Thursday, August 4, 2005

Every person should have at least one breathless, wide-eyed memory of summer.
Leaping off a sun bleached wooden dock; casting a line into an icy clear Midwestern lake; clinging blindly to an out-of-control paddle boat with the sickening realization that you are heading straight for a monstrously large shoreline poison ivy patch.

She has officially come undone

Thursday, July 28, 2005

As usual, I’m ahead of the curve in all the wrong ways.
Just once I’d like to be the first to buy the next hot stock, embrace the next fashion-forward look, or even have the season’s hottest salad dressing on my plate before anyone else (Lime Kool-Aid vinaigrette anyone?).

Sealing the deal: Duct tape fails, too

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Duct tape: It’s not just for pipe repair and hostage situations anymore.
Recently, in an embarrassing setback for NASA, a temporary window cover fell off the shuttle while it was on the launch pad, damaging thermal tiles near the tail.

It’s up to you to prevent PDA

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Back in the day we shunned PDA.
No, not personal digital assistant – that’s so 21st century.
PDA was Public Display of Affection, i.

Life Out Loud: Quick eye for the cash guy

Thursday, July 7, 2005

I really wanted to write something today, but I’m currently obsessed with stalking my bank account. This is, I assure you, every bit as exciting as it sounds.

Some see the pool half full

Thursday, June 30, 2005

First, let me state for the record that no dogs were harmed in the making of this column.
Primarily because those little buggers are fast and really hard to catch.

Frenzy over female racer leaves mom’s taxi in the pits

Thursday, June 23, 2005

So, the entire world is up in arms because Danica Patrick, a female driver, placed fourth at the Indy 500 recently.

Don’t shoot your shoes this summer

Thursday, June 16, 2005

As a mother, I want a lot for my children.
I want them to be happy, to cure cancer, to be compassionate and well-loved individuals, and to marry into Bill Gates’ millions.

She’s one unhappy camper

Thursday, June 2, 2005

I am not, nor will I ever be, the ‘roughing it” type.
My husband, bless his heart, refuses to believe this.

Writers and mothers can relate well

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Now that I’m a “real writer” (as opposed to my former slacker’s life as a married mother moonlighting as a writer), I’m amazed at all the similarities – besides sleeping late – between tortured artists and me.

Schools are ready for moms who flunk lunch

Thursday, May 19, 2005

I am an unfit mother. Oh sure, other mothers might see the merit in hiding it better. But me, I work hard at it.

A common sense cure for cold feet

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Authorities and searchers might have been at a loss when they launched a nationwide hunt for “runaway bride” Jennifer Wilbanks recently, but the real experts – wedding planners – knew this was no kidnapping.

More fun than you can shake a stick at

Thursday, May 5, 2005

I firmly believe that when mothers compare notes on childbirth this can only be because they have not yet experienced the pain and sheer endurance that a 6-year-old’s birthday party entails.

I married the man, not the ring

Thursday, April 28, 2005

He stole my heart with a killer combination of dark good looks, a stunning ability to fix almost anything, and an inexhaustible instinct to take care of me when I’m moody, sick or stressed, which is pretty much always.

It’s a wash

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Ancient people cleaned their clothes by pounding them on rocks or rubbing them with abrasive sands and washing the dirt away in local streams.

Time flies along with fly balls

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?
Since daylight-saving time began anew last weekend, I can’t say that I do.

TV, or not TV? That’s the question

Thursday, April 7, 2005

Am I mistaken, or wasn’t watching too much television once considered to be a bad idea?
Didn’t people lie about how much time they spent watching Dallas?
Can we not recall that once there was a golden time in America when “couch potato” was an insult?
Now? I’m ashamed to be among decent people because I have nothing to say about Survivor.

What’s the name? Bond … Dog Bond

Thursday, March 31, 2005

It was a rough night in the Seabolt household, as our two dogs – a German shepherd (Ace) and his partner in crime, a relatively inert ottoman of a dog (Jagger) – decided at around 4 a.

Fairy faux pas

Thursday, March 24, 2005

I am not a morning person. In the morning, if forced to get up at all, I prefer nothing more than silence, and a cup of coffee as big as my head.

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