I wrote a post just last month about how much I despise gardening. I despise it so much that there are truly no words to describe my feelings. As it happens, my friend Jen adores gardening. I think she loves it as much as I hate it. In spite of that obvious personality flaw (I kid, I kid), Jen is a sweet person. She has mentioned several times over the past few weeks that she would be willing to come over and give me a consultation on the garden in my front yard. You know, the one that has become overrun with weeds. Yesterday I called her and said, “Um,…
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Screech!
That’s my blog you hear, screeching to a halt. Practically. This thing has been loading slower and slower a n d s l o w e r over the past couple of weeks. I’m not sure how many of you have had problems with it but I can tell you that I, more than once, have nearly been driven to throw my laptop against the wall. My active imagination told me that my blog was overloaded with tasks on its to-do list, much like me. I imagined that Suburban Scrawl, like Melisa, tends to–oddly enough–get slower when overloaded. It was a good theory. Then I decided that it had given…
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When The Few Ruin It For The Masses
When D left for college for the first time in September 2010, we were wide-eyed parents, navigating the parent end of secondary education in the best way we could. Like anything, there were little surprises here and there (nothing we couldn’t handle: don’t worry, all of you with younger kids!). One of those little surprises was the occasional appearance on our monthly college invoice of small charges: $1.50 here, $1.10 there…I had no idea what was going on. Was it a charge to fix the cable? Did they charge us to change a lightbulb in the dorm? No clue. Rightfully wanting to know what we were paying for, I made…