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I’ve let a few projects pile up this week and I need to take care of them this weekend. But I wanted to show you this video of little Arlo rocking out to Queen. What a cutie! He certainly has good taste in music. Via Dooce

We’ll begin our story when Squirt was 3. When Squirt Was 3 Scene: our kitchen. SQUIRT: What’s a nick-nack name? BONNIE: A nickname, Honey Bunch, is when somebody calls you something special that is not your real name. SQUIRT: Ooh! Call me “Tarzan!” BONNIE: No, Sweetie, you don’t make it up—somebody has to GIVE it …

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This cute little blonde salesgal in the coffee bean store was looking awfully upset. I asked her if she was okay, and she almost started crying right then and there. “Oh, er, uh!” I added quickly, “I’m, um… sorry!” She waved frantically as she tried to compose herself, as if to say, “No, it’s not …

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Back when Hubby and I first got together, he was a skinny guy: over six feet tall and 155 pounds soaking wet. He had a 28-inch waist and a 36-inch inseam and could easily hide behind a drinking straw. Thanks to years of heavy weight-training, thousands of protein shakes and hundreds of dollars spent on …

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I know we’re usually a little more humorous on Super Sábado, but I’m going to talk about something serious today. My friend Sang is fighting stage 3A breast cancer. She is a tough, tough lady: her husband died suddenly, leaving with her two kids to raise by herself. Ten months later she felt a lump, …

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It’s Super Sabado AND St. Patrick’s Day! Tonight we’re going to Didi’s house for a St. Paddy’s Day party. On the menu: Italian and Chinese, which apparently are very popular on Irish menus. In Ireland. And… And, uh… Um… Oh! Sorry, but I was distracted by this display of Peeps in my local supermarket. Check …

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I try not to be a complainer, really I don’t. Mainly because everybody I know is lots tougher than I am. All my women friends went through childbirth without so much as an aspirin, whereas I accepted every drug known to medicine and still begged the nurse to hit me on the head with a …

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Thanks to the excellent pharmaceuticals available over the counter I barely remember writing anything in February. In fact, in looking back at all the entries made in February I can only wonder who is the woman who figured out my password and why the heck she thinks she can tell tourists where to go in …

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Sorry, guys, but I’m looking at a three-day swim meet this weekend. Normally that’s no biggie, but I’m still trying to catch up on some stuff. Keep an eye out for it next week, okay?