Category Archives: Secrets

Whatever you’re “mad for” this week

Posted on September 3, 2015 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

That phrase keeps running through my mind –  “Whatever you’re ‘mad for’ this week” … six words written in a cruel fashion, meant to tear me down.   It worked. I was torn.  These words were written around March/April in an … Continue reading →

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It’s a wrap

Posted on January 28, 2015 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

“I CAN’T GET THIS OPEN!” “HOW DO YOU GET THIS OPEN???” “PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU! MAKE IT OPEN!” I hear it again and again… from family, friends, my son’s teachers. But it never gets me down; it will never … Continue reading →

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Five Truths and One Little White Lie

Posted on December 13, 2013 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

Greetings People ~ I know, I know, it’s been AGES since I’ve posted anything.  Honestly, things have been insane – between my husband’s hip replacement surgery (which went smashingly), driving all over the place because he could not, the holiday … Continue reading →

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Confessions of a Thread Hijacker

Posted on August 15, 2013 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

I have something to admit. I’m a hijacker. Of posts and threads… On Eraseboards…. With Chalkboards…. I can’t help myself.  As with most things I adore, I am COMPELLED. Compelled to write one liners and quippy rejoinders – I could … Continue reading →

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I’m a Curious Cat

Posted on May 1, 2013 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

Greetings People ~ Yes, I am a curious cat.  I told Le Clown that it was a secret, but really, it’s not.  I pretended to be a cat my entire childhood.  Other kids obsessively wore cowboy boots day in/day out or … Continue reading →

Posted in Blogging, Childhood, Humor, Philosophy, Random Thoughts, Secrets, Story, Words, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 91 Comments

The Time is Now ~

Posted on April 4, 2013 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

Greetings People ~ I’ve carved out some legit writing time. Pre-Bikram yoga at 6:30PM {it’s been two days since I’ve been; I feel the addiction jitters starting to set in} and post-pulling apart an entire child’s bedroom to paint – … Continue reading →

Posted in Blogging, Humor, Language, Random Thoughts, Secrets, Words, Writing, Yoga | Tagged , , , , , , , | 54 Comments

Ginger*..er, Orange Crush

Posted on March 10, 2013 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

I have a confession to make. I adore red heads – male, female; doesn’t matter. I love red hair – I love it when I have red hair. I especially love unnatural shades of red hair. But my favorite red … Continue reading →

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Nanutza ~

Posted on December 29, 2012 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

I was going to have my Mom read over this post and correct any ‘mis-memories’ in the narrative – but then decided that sometimes the best stories are the ones that we have always believed, regardless if some of the … Continue reading →

Posted in Childhood, Children, Family, Food, Humor, Italian, Language, love, Random Thoughts, Relationships, Secrets, Story, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 41 Comments

Sunday Sauce – Even on a Saturday

Posted on November 24, 2012 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

This post is dedicated to my Nanny – she passed away 2 years ago this November, I wish she was around to eat some pasta with me. I love you Nannutza!  Oh how I love making sauce. Every weekend in … Continue reading →

Posted in Childhood, Cooking, Eating, Family, Food, Italian, Recipes, Secrets | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

Life in the Morning Lane

Posted on July 21, 2012 by Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher

I’ve had my bra frozen a lot.  You get used to it. You learn to bring a spare to hide in your pillowcase. It’s what happens when you are the first to fall asleep at a pre-teen slumber party.  I’m … Continue reading →

Posted in Childhood, Humor, Random Thoughts, Secrets, Sleeping | Tagged , , , , , , , | 63 Comments