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Livestock! Vomitous rides! Deep-fried grease!!
“You can do it at a trot, you can do it at a gallop/ You can do it real slow so your heart don’t palpitate/ Just don’t be late/ Do the Puyallup!” Eight years in Seattle, and it took having little girls to finally be able to say, “Puyallup Fair? Check. Done did.” A brief…
Papa rocks
Today is my Dad’s 60th birthday. Dad’s an artist. His preferred medium is acrylic on canvas, though he’s never so creative as when he’s splashing witty barbs at jerks and boobs. You want my Dad’s earnest critisicm? Sorry, that’s exclusively reserved for me, his daughter, the Worst Mommy in the World. Since Eliot’s first breath,…
Babies, balloons, BIRTHDAY CAAAAAAKE!
Inexplicably, an entire year has passed since Michael raced me to Swedish Medical Center for the delivery of Nola Faye Glisson Ortlieb. The final weeks of labor had been made excruciating by a pinched sciatic nerve — weeks in which even taking a few steps would draw stinging tears, and in which a waiting room…
Ortliebs, meet my friend RALPH.
Just look at this face: Precious, right? So trusting, so innocent, yes? Because that’s the face that over the course of a single week laid waste to four generations of family, a week that will heretofore live in infamy as Ortlieb Annual Family Reunion: VomitCon ’08.
Beer taste, champagne budget
A few years back, my parents decided retirement sounded like a swell change, and moved permanently from the bubbalopolis of Jacksonville, FL, to their weekend lake place in Salt Springs. I’d call Salt Springs “out in the sticks,” but it’s more like if the sticks had backwaters that secluded a moss-choked armpit. How they even…
Daily cavity
Little girls, an organic vegetable garden, and a Seattle weekend that demanded dusting off the pool. Gallery after the jump.