My Dog is Chelsea

I’m in New York. For this:
My mother had no idea that I’d be in town, let alone here to help throw her a surprise 60th birthday party. Details to come.

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The following telephone conversation with my mother actually happened:
My mother: So, wait. Why did you get a dog?
MDIC: Because I love dogs. And I miss Chelsea. And I wanted a jogging buddy. And dogs are great.
Mother: But she destroys your belongings and pees on your couch?
MDIC: Yes. But she is adorable.
Mother: Ugh. Get rid of [...]

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Hello, world! It’s been three weeks since my last confession blog entry. Happy New Year and all of that! So much to say, and yet I am too lazy to say it. Brief summary:
• Went home for Christmas. Almost missed my flight due to my inability to read my boarding pass. Accidentally stumbled across my [...]

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It’s official! Every state in which I have ever lived that has a major league baseball team will now be represented in the playoffs: New York, Illinois and Colorado. I’m a Yankee/Cubs fan myself, but way to go Rockies! What an exciting finish.
Anyway, I’ve come here to talk about my memory—and how it sucks.
There was [...]

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So. Where do we begin?
The last 10 days, in a nutshell:
• Thursday: Finished everything that I needed to do at work at the last possible second, just in time to come home, pack and catch the red-eye to Newark.
• After taking a nap on Friday morning, I borrowed my mother’s car and drove up to [...]

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