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Mating Tips
The only way to find out if you’re truly compatible with another is to spend a year together aboard a Portuguese fishing vessel.
Unfortunately, that’s not always an option. Don’t spend another minute agonizing!
Forget the touchy-feelyRelationshipsaisle at Barnes & Noble or (gasp) your local library! Forget the $120/hour couples counselor! Forget mind-reading, unmet expectations, behavior prediction!
Zeichen Press has created a $4.00 cheat sheet!
Collect them all (there’s only one) and store them safely in a polished mahogany box. Tabulated by topics, like: Division-of-Labor, Apology,and so much more!*AMating Tip Cardand a BB gun make the perfect wedding gift.
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Neglected Category
My retirement plans are needy and demand an Airstream Trailer
and a plot of land in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee as close as possible to Dollywood.
That would be fine as cream gravy.
Yes, retirement everyone does it differently. Some like to join communities in Arizona and some like to hoard cats. Hoard cats until one day they have a stroke, can’t get to the phone, die of starvation, and their beloved pets eat their face.
But everyone is so different!And as my Grandma Shea used to say, “It takes all kinds.”
So wise.
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A Loon Call For Garrison Keillor And Hat Made of Money
When I heard Jen was participating in the Loon Call Contest at thePrairie Home Companion Street Party, I said a quick prayer to Saint Genesius.
I can’t believe she didn’t win.
Earlier that day,thisangeldressed in plain clotheswas spotted:
If I wore a hat made of money, I’d have a faraway look in my eye, too.
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Eating My Weight In Vegetables
Did you know that theArboretumhas apick-your-ownvegetable garden? The signs were more intuitive than posted.
My latest health craze (the last one turned out not to be a “health” craze) promises an upward trajectory of boundless energy and crisply firing synapses. Kale, spinach, green chard, cucumber, celery, lemon, parsley, and apple in one glass.
In one glass.
I’ve learned that a bagful of smuggled kale equals one thimbleful of juice.
One thimbleful.
I wonder how many ounces I would be if I were juiced.Note to self: Juicing bodies would make them easier to flush down toilet.
Look at these beautiful Dahlias and forget everything I just said:
Weren’t those lovely?All of the flowers and vegetables inspired a Father’s Day card:
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Gather Ye Nuts While Ye May
September is the schizophrenic sibling in the Year Familyone day a beastly 90, the next day fighting off dinosaurs in the living room. Dust off your crock-pots, it’s time for meat and vegetables to mingle on the countertop for hours.
Once Upon A Time, I got a massage in September. It was from a hobbithe blessed the vessel that was me and scampered around the table like his footsies were on fire. When it was over, he requested a hug. I consented because I have never hugged a hobbit and I didn’t want to crush his tiny hobbit-heart. -
Killing Several Birds With Two Seahorses
I am all about efficiency.It’s one of the (two) things people love about me. If I can’t multi-task my way through a problem, it’s better left to a pre-schooler.I always say.
Yes, it’s an enviable quality; I can think about any number of thingswhile I work on something else.
The neighbor that flipped me offcalled me the other night. She wanted to accuse my kids of egging her car. I told her thatIegged her car. She couldn’t hear my confession because she was too busy talking about someone stealing Bounty Paper Towels from her backseat.
I thought about my conversation with her while I worked on some seahorses in photoshop. Here’s the thing/a little secret:Not every image comes to us as a perfect little mounted printer’s block.
There are some that need finessing:
I’m sure you knew that.I feel like I have to apologize for the latest card.
I’m sorry.
Here it is,sss.(sorry so sappy)
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State Fair Inspired Christmas Cards
Maybe it’s theGrilled Spamwiches
or the Walking Tacos. Maybe it’s the4-H Barn, full of homespun country talent.
Or maybe it’s theBirth Barn.
Ham!Perhaps it is a combination of these magical happenings. This yearly phenomenon fills me with such joy… such eager anticipation! There are visual delights to behold whenever the head is turned!
It reminds me ofThe Birth of Our Lord.I bet the shepherds know what I’m talking about.
Anyway, I shouldn’tquestion my inspiration.
Here are two new Christmas cards:
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Old-School Birthday Card
It was Jen’s birthday yesterday. She celebrated by cramming her car with kids and driving East for five hours.
I celebrated by going to my In-Laws to hear some family history a combination of Downton Abbey and Angela’s Ashes.
BUT before these festive events, I gave Jen a card:
Perhaps you recognize that man?
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MERRY (name)MAS!
Times were simple then pre-Facebook… cats fixed… noDance Moms…
The air was thick with anticipation it wasn’t fair to keepZeichen Presshidden from thepublic.
It was time to pry open the (heirloom-quality) tupperware lid. Time to expose the rotting and pungent living carcass to the unblinking eye of its critics.The Universe demanded documentation. Who am I to refuse?
That was four years ago (today).
Now, readership of the Zeichen Press blog hovers somewhere between cable-access viewership and meaningful Craigslist encounters.Cheers!
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THINKING OF YOU
Time alone was rare. But in a pinch,I was forced to conjure up an imaginary playmate. This was a strange exercise and not something I was particularly good at.
Other children lived in complex and exotic worlds of make-believe I don’t think the “friends” in their pretend worlds werefrom Minnesota with names likeCarura FadidaandAnarada Salsa.
There was a girl who lived in the glossy tile next to the toilet. I spoke with her when there was no soul around.
Her name was “Fran.”
Rooted in reality, with a strong sense of the superfluousness of an imaginary world. I was, and am, from German stock.Zees duss neecht make senss.
It must be that toe-hold in reality that permits me to create the following:
