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The Braless Wonder

The European and I are going to the beach today. This means that I shall spent the next half hour or so trying to determine whether I’m feeling more confident about the state of my thighs (unlikely, given my futile efforts to rid myself of cellulite) or my stomach (also unlikely because here in Philadelphia…

Really?  You "needed" all of those paint samples?

Another Revelation, This Time in Paint Samples

I have a thing for paint samples. I don’t why, but I love looking at them, collecting them and laughing at the funny names the paint color people come up with (Forbidden Mango, Flamingo Passion, Ultra White, Historic Preservation Trust Colonial Blue). That said, I think people who collect lots of paint samples for the…

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Dating Standards: The 30 Minute Countdown

Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was backed up just a few minutes before we were supposed to meet at Franklin Square for our first date, I started counting. First of all, “the 76” is always…

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Not THAT Kind of Water

So remember my plants? The little half-dead seedlings from the Plant Hospital that my mom was helping me to resurrect? Well, it turns out they need water. Kind of regularly. This has always been my problem. It wasn’t until a full FOUR DAYS later that I remembered I even had plants, and that plants need…

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The House and the Men: An Update

So here’s where we’re at: The House: As many of you know, I was supposed to close on my little 1,200 square feet of paradise last Wednesday but the bank appraiser is refusing to sign off on my loan unless the seller installs a stove, fixes the holes in the kitchen floor and puts some…

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Confessions of a Plant Killer

My mom is, amongst other things, a fabulous gardener and florist. She does wedding flowers, volunteers for the Pennsylvania Horticultural Society, leads workshops, judges garden contests and can grow just about anything, anywhere. I, on the other hand can kill just about anything, anywhere. My mother is very proud of me in most regards but…

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How to Date a World Cup-Watcher

The bad thing about dating European men (aside from the obvious fact that their shoes are always nicer than yours) is that they like the World Cup. This goes for South American men as well. And African men, and Asian men too presumably (although I should confess that I haven’t conducted enough research on this…