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Ode to Steve Jobs (to the tune of Simon & Garfunkel’s “Sound of Silence”)

Hello iPad, my old friend I’ve come to play with you again But this network is slowly creeping Dropped the Wi-Fi while I was Skyping And the iTunes that were planted in my brain Still remain Within the walls of Apple The internets I walked alone My iPod and my iPhone By the halo of…

Home Renovation (Guns Optional)

For the past few weeks my house has been a construction zone. We’re not talking about a “moved furniture to paint the wall” situation, but a full-fledged, air-compressing, belt-sanding jobsite. My brother-in-law, Jay, came down from Waco to help my husband completely gut and remodel the front office. Please do not skim that last line—yes,…

A Little Crazy Goes A Long Way

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like you’d be better off going back to bed? You know—the one where you’re buried in paperwork, the sink is clogged and your spouse just used your $40 tweezers to pull a staple out of the wall? Of course you have. Perhaps you’ve found…

Getting to Know Your Weenie

A few things you may not know about IleenieWeenie… I suffer from emetaphobia (irrational fear of vomit). More than once I’ve spent the night in my car in the driveway when my husband’s had a stomach bug. One summer I took graphic design courses in Switzerland with the guy who designed the IBM logo. I…

Part 1: Travelin’ Weenies – The Colorado Experiment

Learning to Fly Packing for our two-week trip to Colorado took more time than I’d allotted—in part because a certain stealthy poodle kept removing items from my suitcase whenever I turned my back—so we didn’t get to bed until after midnight the day of our departure. I’d optimistically hoped my choice of a gentle wake…

Part 2: The Comfort of Crap

In Part 1 of the Travelin’ Weenie series, I introduced you to the preparations this family goes through before setting out on a vacation. (And by “this family,” I mean me.) In the next chapter of the series, we dig deeper into the delicate art of neurotic air travel… I bring two bags on every…

Part 3: Weenie in Her Full, Upright and Locked Position

I’m not a big fan of flying, but since I love to travel I can’t always avoid airplanes. It’s not that I’m afraid of crashing—I tend to go with the statistics on that and hope for the best. (I have a similar approach to the stock market and swimming right after lunch.) My fear is…

Part 4: And they’re off…

After landing at the Denver airport, picking up our embarrassing mountain of luggage from the baggage carousel and renting a car, the Weenies were off on their Colorado extravaganza. Supposedly the first leg of our long drive through the Rockies was quite beautiful. I know this because Mr. Weenie told me so. Apparently I’d fallen…

Part 5: Down in The Valley

Day two of the Weenies’ excellent adventure began with a visit to the Royal Gorge. In addition to its spectacular plunge of over 1,000 feet to the Arkansas River below, the Royal Gorge’s sheer cliff walls support the world’s largest suspension bridge. Even more impressive than the bridge itself was the fact that I had…

Part 6: Lost in Condo City

After our exciting morning at the Royal Gorge, the Weenie family arrived in Pagosa Springs, which would be home base for the next week. Our condo was perfectly located in close proximity to some of southern Colorado’s most beautiful hiking. That said, our first full day in Pagosa was spent sleeping. Literally. We slept until…