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It’s time for Family Feud
In spite of what the title suggests, this article is not about the in-laws, or the outlaws, or even my sister. A few months ago, my Aunt Shirlee decided to pursue her lifelong dream of being on the game show, “Family Feud.”
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Sometimes a doctor is the very best remedy
I grew up thinking that earaches were a normal part of childhood. I can vividly recall waking to pain and throbbing, and being so discouraged that I had yet another infection. Over the years my family tried a number of remedies, none of which involved seeing a physician or obtaining a prescription for an antibiotic.
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Doing a little heavy lifting
When I was a kid, my uncle used to brag about his daily athletic regimen, “I start my exercise routine by lifting a 5-pound potato sack over my head, then I go to a 10-pound potato sack.
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Learn the state’s new parenting time guidelines
Part One
The revised Indiana Parenting Time Guidelines have been approved and adopted by the Indiana Supreme Court and went into effect March 1. Many people are wondering what this will do to their parenting time. -
Aging gracelessly on down side
At 43 years old, it’s probably time to stop saying, “when” I become middle-aged, and accept that I’ve arrived. I don’t know what the official marker is for middle-aged, but I seriously doubt I’m going to make it to 86. -
Stretching the truth and my pants
A Canadian clothing company that manufactures yoga garb has a quality control problem that is alienating their fan base. Especially the part of the base that has a big fanny.
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Mixed feeling about a rapidly emptying nest
When I was a kid, I had a mood ring that was perpetually blue, signifying contentment and peace. That is, unless my younger sister was getting into my stuff; then it would turn as black as the midnight sky.
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The tooth of the matter
I’m not the kind of guy who sits in front of the TV all night and fiddles the remote control, jumping from station to station, failing to watch any particular show for more than a few minutes. No, I am not just another one of those guys. I am THE guy. Everyone else is a pretender to the throne, although I don’t have a TV in mine. Some people don’t have a remote idea about anything. No one has more remote ideas than I do.
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Memories not for sale
My dad recently decided to sell the old family homestead. The last time I was there was right after the death of my precious grandmother. The house was to be rented, and my job was to clean it before the new tenants arrived. The task proved to be more difficult than I had imagined.
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Now that's punny
Last week my column covered the growing controversy about horse meat in food products around the world. At the beginning, I acknowledged that the piece would include a number of puns, first noting that Swedish meatballs would now be perfect for bridle showers. This is called a homophonic pun because the two words (bridal and bridle) are identical in sound, but different in meaning. Don’t fall asleep yet.
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