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I crossed over the threshold into the kitchen and looked at the bulls-eye I mentally etched across his chest. “They told me you were here.”
SAY GOUDA! The story of Gouda Jones, a former cheesemonger and Wisconsin resident, is a source of pride and embarrassment for Gouda’s loyal fanbase of Cheeseheaads and Happy Hour enthusiasts. There was never any doubt Gouda Jones had a nose for cheese. She could detect the finest cheese aromas from miles away with her extraordinary… Continue reading
I started blogging back in May 2009 shortly after I lost my job as a customer service rep at a bakery where only the baked goods were nut-free. The gal who preceded me and the one who followed were also let go after three months. We all got the tee-shirt, but one of us… Continue reading
It was the best of feeds; it was the worst of feeds … At times they worked; at times they didn’t work. But at least they were together, two feeds on a blog, until I discovered I could kill one off. It would be painless. Just a quick click and then delete. There would… Continue reading
Earlier today anchor Blitz Wolfer of the Crap News Network sat down with Mayor Ragu Macaroni to talk about the Mayor’s plan to build a Cell Tower Museum in Ridgeburyville’s scenic tourist district. This is a transcript of the interview. BLITZ WOLFER Mayor Macaroni, thank you for taking time to speak with me. I… Continue reading
Danger WordPress! Lauren has entered the admin dashboard! Over the past four years, I’ve made many blogging blunders, from blowing a deal with a content syndication service by writing a post about Polish Spam, to breaking the footer on my blog. But of all the blogging blunders I’ve made throughout the years, I think… Continue reading
Last month a sticky air mass slimed the east coast and dumped a gooey mess on my head that looked like a toasted marshmallow. With my mind mired in goop, I became paralyzed from a crippling condition known as Constibraintion. When the creative cog gets stuck in a muddy rut of words because of too much… Continue reading