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By jodi@oonian.com , 4 February, 2013

My Cat's a Rock Star

I have a funny, little cat named Scooter, who has gone way beyond what anyone expected of him.When he was born his back legs were bent the wrong way. I took him to the vet, who said it was a birth defect probably caused by breeding too close in the family tree.

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By jodi@oonian.com , 12 January, 2013

A Day in the Life: The Chaos of Kids

I'm not a journaling kind of person. I really wish that I was, 'cause so much of my life has just disappeared into the netherworld, and I'm sure at least some of it was interesting... There have been occasions, however, when I took the time to write about some happening. I give you Sept.

The Story of Buffy and Fiddlesticks

The history of my parents' farm includes a period of time when my brother and his family lived there, followed by a period of time when they didn't, and nobody lived there, and the current epoch where they live there again.

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By jodi@oonian.com , 4 December, 2012

Sheep Summers and a Baaad BBQ

Many of you know that my husband and I are in the midst of moving. We have been purging, scanning, shredding, and packing for a month now, and frankly I'm bored to death with it all. The keyboard is calling me, so before it, too, ends up taped up in a box, I'm ignoring the TO DO List in favor of some reminiscing.

Early in my brother's foray into 4-H, Dad bought him some sheep--Cheeko, Meeko, Peeko, and Baa Baa. Mine was Baa Baa. (NOT the sheep pictured here. These two were Ophelia and Isaac Hayes from several years later.)

Feline Divorce. It Happens.

My brother and I had many cats during our youth, and it all began with a charming couple named Muffin and Blackie. Muffin was grey, and Blackie was, well...black. They were given to us by a friend of Tim's, who also happened to fill his pockets with Tim's nifty kid-type stuff every time he was at our house. His mom would make him bring them back, and he'd always be quite puzzled as to how several swell rocks, plastic dinosaurs, army men, and electric scissors found their way into his backpack.

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By jodi@oonian.com , 17 September, 2012

My Life--writing it down

I'm not sure how to begin this narrative or where it will lead. I only know I feel driven to it. I'm watching my life whizz by--so many eras gone--high school gone, college gone, life with kids at home, gone.

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