Bad Monkey

No posts. Not for a week, even. Time to back away from the housecleaning and remember what’s really important.
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The Bed List/The Dinner List

BED LIST: BRAD PITTOkay, I give. Every time I go to the grocery store, it’s all-Brad-all-the-time, so I can’t help looking at him. It’s gotten easier as he’s gotten older. I was never crazy about him in the early years–too blond and pretty–but he’s aging well. Plus, I think Angie’s good for him. There. I’ve said it.DINNER LIST: PETER...
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Oh, for Cripes’ Sake!!

The longer I go to church, the less I understand church people. Let me start by saying that I love my church. I was confirmed in my church. I’ve been a member of this church for a looooooooooooooong time.Needless to say, being with one group for that length of time–even if people come in and go out, as people are wont to do–gives you some type of perspective. It may be warped,...
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It’s About Time

While my kids were browsing in the library the other day, I picked up the January 16 issue of Time to indulge in total schadenfreude over the Jack Abramoff scandal. I found an interesting bonus, though. The issue also included an extended “Mind and Body” section (obligatory, what with New Year’s Resolutions and all) that included a real gem: “Making the Most of Your...
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The Bed List/The Dinner List

BED LIST: LENNY KRAVITZMy writing bud Nancy lucked into Aerosmith tickets last week (I hate her! Just kidding!), and I hate her all the more because Lenny Kravitz was the opening act. There’s nothing like blasting “Are You Gonna Go My Way?” loud enough to make your ears bleed while exceeding the speed limit. But I digress. Nancy has a serious Rob Thomas fixation, but she said...
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