The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor


The Architect


Letter to Anonymous

Dear Anonymous,

I’m not sure exactly why you chose to comment on my sight, but I’ll liken you to a toddler in need of attention that I’m happy to supply with a little love, time and some of my energy.

I read your list of quotes from scientists, screen writers, public speakers and whoever else was in there. I haven’t had time to be edified by the stork link thingy….maybe later.

Since you didn’t have the courage to sign your post I’m not sure that you’ll take the time to come back and answer my question so I’ll just do that for you.

Question: Since I’m obviously contributing to the overpopulation of the world how do you propose that I alleviate this problem?

Answer: Return the grotesque offspring to whence they came. This may produce severe physical discomfort but now you will be taking up one fifth of the space.

Listen to my words now Anonymous…

I’m sorry that you haven’t considered what magnificent people that contribute to this beautiful world wouldn’t be here if birth control were mandated in our free country. Can you not think of someone special in your life that is the third, fourth or God help us seventh child to a family? I can only imagine why you feel the need to control humanity and view it as a disgusting beast that is plowing through the earth’s resources.

Your time would be better used composting, recycling metal and wearing hemp products than telling people to stop procreating.

In God’s grip,



Isaac- Mom, this house isn’t very cah yout, we should clean it up, then it would be cah yout.

Seth- Mom, can you go somewhere special when your in your 30’s? Like Arkansas? You need a break from taking care of us, doing laundry and yelling.

Levi- guldy, guldy, guldy, guldy, guldy, gudly, guldy (pause to take breath) guldy, guldy…and so it goes until he is eating or sleeping.

Ellen spent most of the morning dressing her baby brother up like a girl.

Bitter Eyeball Suckers

Clay said I sounded bitter in may last post. Melanie thinks I’m premenstral. Well, the honest truth is…I’m just critical. Which is precisely why I should have my own column in “The Current” berating restaurants in my area. Oh, I also think I would just say whatever the heck I feel….right that’s what my blog is for. Now, join the critiquing dahlings it’s all I have to live for.

Last night we were all craving something sweet (the we is really Clay and I). Isaac was still stirring his “noodle surprise” trying not to gag on the millimeter bites he was taking. I said, “Hey, how about angel food cake, bananas, strawberries, whip cream, chocolate sauce and nuts?” Clay, of course, was in agreement and Isaac piped up with, “Yeah, and how bout Eyeball Suckers?”

Eyeball suckers indeed.